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Saturday, April 14, 2007
graduation..

I guess I’m never really someone who’s good at saying goodbyes… exams are just around the corner, and when it ends, it implies the end of my uni life… this signifies the end of one of the most fun and most happening part of my life… perhaps…it will be a conclusion…for some of the friendships that I’ve formed, it might possibly be the last time we’ll ever see each other again… like always, plans are made to meet up regularly, but who can always stick to that… it’s just a formality in reality….and people just used that as a denial to losing the relationship… how many of these frenships will actually survive on… I wonder…

Damn… it’s such a sad thing to be thinking about farewells…but I guess that’s life… people move on all the time….who will eventually stay in contact with me, think of me, or even vaguely remember me…I wonder…

Life’s a journey,

For some too long, for some too short

Time passes us by,

For some too fast, for some too slow

Friends walk with us,

Maybe a short while, maybe forever

With each phase, with each year

Distances grows greater

No matter how far we are

To me, we’re just a heartbeat apart.


"we were young and we were free...now that we are older, things ain't the way it used to be..."


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