I will never forget those mornings we dreaded, hatred of the afternoon, the uncertainties in the evening.

Sunday, 10 November 2013

beautiful days

Can I still do this?

Holidays are starting. For once, I hate holidays. Not because of the homework, but because the oneders won't remain the same again. We are no longer together, twenty two of us separated into the eight three-ohs and one of us going to MGS.

Friday was amazing. Sad, but so beautiful. Love was in the air, literally, through the sound of tears and the feels of the soft hugs, the warmth enveloped around our hearts as we knew that we wouldn't be forgotten.

Chalet can't be put into words. While it wasn't emotional like on Friday, it truly reflected the feeling of the onederland family. Be it roasting satay or otah, fetching people who got lost around the area, meowing to cats who ran away, smelling Fragrance or using Selinda as Richard Dickson II, insulting each others' singing, eating and spilling everything on the beds, playing with sparklers, dancing on the Kinect, or just sitting around doing nothing, it was truly a familiar setting.

Because everyone was happy, like we always are. Because everyone was laughing, like we always do.

We are a family. It's amazing how 23 different people can come together, love each other, and to be so close and comfortable with each individual. Because of the people inside. I believe that God put us together for a reason; which was to find the happiness we never experienced. I've never thanked God enough for these beautiful friendships, or this family.

I never thought so many people could come together and love each other for who they are. The oneders showed me that this wasn't impossible. There are beautiful memories shared with each and every single one of them, they are all so dear to me. If anyone ever hurts one of my oneders, I will come after you. And you can be sure that I'm not the only one.


Like what Praveen always says:


The oneders showed me how to love.
The oneders showed me what true friendships were.
The oneders showed me that they will be my family, forever.

Family isn't whose blood you carry.
Family is who you love and who loves you back.

Even when you've given up yourself, the group of people who never stopped believing in you is your family.

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