Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Friday, July 15, 2005
oh no!! I'm already missing them.. As the camp was coming to an end, I guess we all wanted to get some rest, but we didn't want to leave each other's company. For some of us girls, we said goodbye at this point along the road, making our way to our halls. It was as if, NTU was just this world in itself. Anyway it's a huge place, can get plenty of exercise (maybe lost too) by just taking a 'stroll'. I hope we can still meet up. Somehow I feel people I'll meet are gonna be very different. I think I'm going to be lonely for awhile.
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