Bittersweet.

华初跆拳道. [hctkd;] ((:

Kizuna. Bonds.

Lost for words. Yeah.

How'd you feel when this feeling of belonging and familiarity washed over. That hey, time's up.

Sigh, how the heart attaches itself to the familiar, latch itself firm and secure. Sigh, time flies really fast. We were carefree (relatively), had no troubles, just fun and the sun (okay, not as rosy, but well..); now we're taxed with much larger burdens, given larger portions of responsibility. For the once-junior is now the senior, soon to be relegated to a part of the never ending trend. The cycle continues, sigh. I will miss the times here. :):

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There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."

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  一生, 二熟, 

'从此以后, 不要犯同一个错误.'

 

  -王菲 - 笑忘书.