people grw up. they really do. and when they do .. they change. they become smone u'd nv expect them to be when u were close friends 8yrs back. which is quite disappointing considering the fact tt you talked and enjoyed each other's company .. but grw up knwing the other person's presence bt not communicating.
so. JY and i were damn good friends when we were 10yrs old. i mean. we sat tgther in class. and did practically EVERYTHING tgther i tell u. he was quite clever. i rmber there was once tt i really fell. and kept shut the whole day and teared abit. he freaking put his hand on my head and told me not to cry la! i mean... at tt point it meant a lot to me.plus can u imagine the mind of a 10-yr-old ? not to mention BOY. at tt age they'd probably be shunning away frm us girls. the whole of p4 was spent tgther and i looked forward going to sch everyday cause of him. the next yr , when we entered yr5 , he was not around anymore. he switched his sch. aft tt i got through yr5 and 6 .. already forgetting him.
last yr , it hit me. how can smone so dear , be forgotten just like that ? suddenly..(call this god's work or what ), i freaking landed on his friendster page one day. and so .. we got into contact again.he rmbered what cca i was in man! i was rmbered as the band girl.but now .. its different. we have no.s we have e-mails. bt its different. its different now.
i guess tt moment's meant only for tt moment. we can nv bring back the past. neither can i hold on to what i have now .. and say tt it'd be still goin strng in the future. the matter is to treasure the current situation and make the best outta it. when u realise tt there;s no point holding onto smthing .. let go of it. don't hold onto smthing u can't. it'll only kill u inside more.
still. things like tt are god-sent.
(:
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on a totally different note. i got another wake up call today. i don't knw. but the impact of my brother talking or reprimanding me is really strng. i cry damn easily. well maybe its cause i knw tt everything he says makes sense. and is true. so yeah.. it worked last yr. i hope it does this yr.
and i skipped cell today.
yeah.
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it gets tiring.
let go. let the flow go.
so. JY and i were damn good friends when we were 10yrs old. i mean. we sat tgther in class. and did practically EVERYTHING tgther i tell u. he was quite clever. i rmber there was once tt i really fell. and kept shut the whole day and teared abit. he freaking put his hand on my head and told me not to cry la! i mean... at tt point it meant a lot to me.plus can u imagine the mind of a 10-yr-old ? not to mention BOY. at tt age they'd probably be shunning away frm us girls. the whole of p4 was spent tgther and i looked forward going to sch everyday cause of him. the next yr , when we entered yr5 , he was not around anymore. he switched his sch. aft tt i got through yr5 and 6 .. already forgetting him.
last yr , it hit me. how can smone so dear , be forgotten just like that ? suddenly..(call this god's work or what ), i freaking landed on his friendster page one day. and so .. we got into contact again.he rmbered what cca i was in man! i was rmbered as the band girl.but now .. its different. we have no.s we have e-mails. bt its different. its different now.
i guess tt moment's meant only for tt moment. we can nv bring back the past. neither can i hold on to what i have now .. and say tt it'd be still goin strng in the future. the matter is to treasure the current situation and make the best outta it. when u realise tt there;s no point holding onto smthing .. let go of it. don't hold onto smthing u can't. it'll only kill u inside more.
still. things like tt are god-sent.
(:
-----
on a totally different note. i got another wake up call today. i don't knw. but the impact of my brother talking or reprimanding me is really strng. i cry damn easily. well maybe its cause i knw tt everything he says makes sense. and is true. so yeah.. it worked last yr. i hope it does this yr.
and i skipped cell today.
yeah.
------
it gets tiring.
let go. let the flow go.
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