Someday when my life has passed me by
I'll lay around and wonder why you were always there for me
-Someday, Sugar Ray
I better find a cure to possessiveness and nostalgia. Or better yet, find a solution to my bad luck when it comes to NBI Clearance. The latter sounds a bit possible and sensible.
I had been to NBI twice (as early as a bird!!) for two consecutive days, and yet I still have empty hands. I only gained a darker shade of eye bags, lost a two-day worth of rest and me-time, and wasted money and energy for a clearance that cannot be mine.
I do not know why I have that song playing in my head while typing this. There's no connection. And this entry is probably the most senseless one of all.
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