It's nostalgic.

Staying in a hall is a unique experience. Nostalgic as well (not that it happened before).

It makes me feel like I'm back to army again.

Thinking about this, I think I regret my choice not staying in a hall since Year 1. It is a choice made with good faith under circumstances (back then), but it seemed that things never did turn out the way I wanted it to be.

Well, at least the experience of staying in a hall comes to me before I graduate. And I thank this good friend for the opportunity.

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I think there are too many regrets in life itself, so much so that I cannot recall some of them. The multitude of emotions I've felt coupled with the realities of life has masked my perception of myself. Somehow, somewhere, it doesn't feel right.

It sure does feel the same now.

Good night people. My friend said it is time to sleep.