it has been a year.
just one year.
yet
it's really been the longest and thickest year i've ever had in my life.
i started university, and started ESP. thats one thick academic story on its own already. i started living in KR, and that's where life really happened.
in one year, i did so many things i could never have done in a simple year. i donned fancy costumes dancing rag and chingay in front of a crowd, donned cool clothes dancing hiphop in front of a crowd, got cornered by 2 girls who shaved part of my leg, had so many different people who could ever visit me in my room visit me in my room, tried to date a girl for KR's dating game, tried to date girls outside of dating game, talked overnight and wished upon a shooting star at the roof of a high building, learnt to supper after midnight, organized a camp, went on roadtrips... and the rest of the crazy things dotted a whole chapter of hall life i'll never be able to summarize nor yet forget.
but the only thing that matters from all of this is the people. you go for camps and after that you miss your groupmates. you go for a one year camp - that's what it's like - and you feel something so big you can't even describe how much you miss them if you don't see these people again.
especially when these group of people, you don't just share classes with; these people, with whom you practically share weal and woe, heart and soul, through the timeless time and the senseless times you spent together. they become- cliche or not- family... it doesn't matter if KR or C-Block doesn't feel familial, it's too many people at a go. as long as you feel empty without seeing these people again, that's family for you.
i feel empty without seeing HPB 0910 again.