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| WORDLESS TITTLE NEEDED |
| 07.11.04 (10:07 pm) [edit] |
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"Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad" George Bernard Shaw The only thing I’m not that good to deal with is to say goodbye to some great memoirs; the depart of a friend, the loss of a father, the split of a girl I once loved, and just yesterday I saw the move of my parent’s house, a house where I spent most of my childhood. So there I was looking at it for the last time. Every corner of each room, wall, ceiling, window, knob, stairs, has it’s own story. I remember my favourite one is the roof, we could see more from there. More clouds, more houses, more trees, and more stupid kites caught on our antenna :lol: I remember my Dad joined me feeding our pet in the back of our house; I witnessed the married of my two sisters in it. I learn to fight for living since I was a little, and that house is a place I used myself to go back into, in times of trouble. But we made a decision and there's no used of looking back. (Sigh…) Speechless. Oh well, maybe we need goodbye. |
posted by: prittz (reply)
post date: 07.12.04 (3:31 am)
Goodbyes are best when you wave and smile :)
posted by: nindewi (reply)
post date: 07.12.04 (3:51 am)
People always come and go in evrybody's life
But the memories within
Shall live forever
Last saturday night
I was having supper with Bumi
And some memories of being with some people i loved
Which sadly has left me alone and broke
Filled my head
But instead cried over his depart
I chose to smile for the beautiful nights we ve shared
See..
You may loose your things
You may loose beloved friends
But you hopefully never loose lovely memories
In the end
That is all you have to live with
posted by: nindewi (reply)
post date: 07.12.04 (3:52 am)
Reply to: prittz
If we never had a chance to meet
How to say goodbye???
link me to your will you?
posted by: prittz (reply)
post date: 07.12.04 (4:33 am)
reply to nina:
yes ma'am! ;)
posted by: Inaw! (reply)
post date: 07.13.04 (12:41 am)
Goodbyes are just words, its the moving on that usually strikes harder than the word itself...
But moving on does not always mean goodbyes..neither was i.