*blip*

I'm really sorry for my last post.

As I was contemplating on the grim truth of leaving, I got carried away by excessive waves of melodrama into writing such a cheesy letter - which upset people a bit too much.

I won't be gone that long (15 - 20 years), I'll be coming home every other summer.

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It's amazing how swiftly time passes. It's already more than a year ago since I entered that dark and slimy corridor we called the Basement.

I miss having very philosophical conversations with JP (which eventually led to heated arguments). I miss listening to Lance's humorous antics and punchlines.

I miss texting the lady at Bermonts, asking her if our orders were ready yet. I miss walking down those waxed red steps (and precariously sliding down the wooden banister).

I miss cubicle No. 4 at the shower room. I miss the cool rush of water on my face as I shower after a long day of titrating pond water and dissecting pickled frogs.

I miss bothering Schubert and Lance during study hours when I'm bored and don't have anything to do.

I miss everyone. I miss the Basement. A lot.

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