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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
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Some Chapters
Some chapters have such perfect first lines yet the last lines seem to be lost in memories...
Some chapters have too much illustrations, too much joy, like it brings you a type of unexplainable fear...
Some chapters don't even begin, in which enough efforts were not taken to craft a story, a waste...
Some chapters close too soon, too short the story and you just don't know why, you were not allowed to find out...
Some chapters are better forgotten...
Some chapters are simply lost...
Some chapters are cherished too much...
Some chapters are enriching for the soul...
Some chapters bring immense joy...
Some chapters bring regret...
Some chapters bring pain...
Some chapters bring fear...
Some chapters...precious
Some chapters...burnt
Some chapters...special
Some chapters...remembered
The first step you took
The glow in your mother's eyes
When you first called out 'Mama'
The time when you fell from the playground
And your dad ran to pick you up
Your first school day *yucks*
The way you cried
When you realized that it was time
For your mum to leave
The first time you went to get
Your primary school books
And uniform measured
The wrapping up the books
With your dad
Going out with your family on sundays
The joint prayers
You only prayed for your family
To be well and to do well
In your studies
The first time you bought
Your parents a Happy Anniversary card
That time when you ran and slept
In between your parents
Cause the thunder scared you
Or you had a scary nightmare
The first goodbye to your friends
At primary school
Not that there was any effect
For that parting
The first time you were given
The chance to make your choices
Your secondary school choices
The teenage years, the excitement
The curiousity, when you first
Declared to everyone that
I am old enough!
The coming home lates
The lies - oh I have classes
The hanging out at the fast food outlets
The one or two first cigarette puffs
The group of friends
The bitching
Oh, the first one sided love
The pain, the agony
The piercings
The first love letter
Or the first love poem
You still keep
The glow in the love's eyes
And before you knew it
Four years passed
Four true friends obtained
Strong and kept close to your heart
Another parting, another one closed
The last wait for that love
With hopes, yet he walks away
Ignoring you with someone new
The next goodbye to your friends
Off to another level
Late teens - legal
To smoke, to drink
And sex
Was considered cool? *right*
The messing up with the law
The running away from parents
Suddenly such monsters
Communication breakdown
Late nights at clubZ
Friends, friends and more friends!
Swinging single, flaunting
Poly life merged
Maturity grew, with friends
Knowledge expanded, with people
Everyone falling in and out of love
Somewhere around was a bitch
And a moron and a idiot
You just can't stand
Nor befriend, growing
Intimately with a group of
Who you call your very own
And when you least expected it
Someone comes along
Captures your heart
Holds you so tightly
And promises not to let go
You fall into love
The beauty yet the pain
The strength that makes you go on
Three years pass so swiftly
And now here you are
Lost once again
With the complexity of parting
Too soon, yet every moron
Bitch, idiot is now your friend
Maybe that's why this is the hardest
Like all arms joint, given this family
A goodbye mentioned too fast
Saddening heart
Twenty, yet still hoping for perfection
At the end of it all,
Some Beginning
Others really do end
Goodbye
__________-HER-__________
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"Some
people plant in the spring,
And
leave in the summer.
If
you're signed up for a season, see it through.
You
don't have to stay forever,
but at
least stay until you see it through."
~
Jim Rohn
From Priya's entry dated 6 November 2005- suits us
perfectly.
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