On behalf of everything and everyone that I passed in this particular chapter of instincts; I prefer to share a little paragraphs of misery, happiness, betrayal, sadness, love, sorrow, depression and on many that I could count on.
This two and half years were like the same old school life but just on the other whole different level of expectations, I say.
I've seen the same old struggles between friends and among the loved ones. Cries of different with the likely problems in different forms.
Like, even how far you would've traveled but still the moon has a way of finding you and follows you around as you were both destined.
As how they say, some things will never change.
You see, I never been a seeker; I always do the keeper and its suits me well I think.
I've seen every possible ways of things that could change people like, in ways of talking, interacting and mostly judging.
I mean like, everyone is so nice in the first blink, we all were good friends, chatting all night long, enjoying but it didn't always last.
One way or another there is always something to break relationships, no matter what kind of relation it was, there is always a trick of breaking.
The circle of friends, it always decreasing by just forming a small tiny circles which used to be a lot bigger one that you could imagine.
I don't know is it the heart of judging or the mind of cunning that creates distance; but it leaves too much of pain to handle.
Seeing yours once bestie is chanting to others far over the corner where you used to be, yours once the true love is walking over you like you never exist.
You could say; like, everyone is happy; no problems at all.
Please, you just lying to yourself on getting things right or to let it the way it is.
At least once we all felt the pain of something; something that worth coming back, something that worth breaking you.
Even the same twin faces don't share the same heart, and what's more for the every different faces we see each day.
As the downfall goes, there is always the salvation of happiness in every bit.
Every day there is something to be happy about, even some can be a bit annoyance but the memories don't count; do they.
Not the age, gender, status tallies; nevertheless the lane of memories are still precious.
Hours of classes, seasons of talking; pardon me even the stress were shared together.
Good or bad they always stays in, they don't play the importance anymore but they teach lessons for your lifetime; that's why remembering is one of a viable creation of all time.
Four seasons,
And we spend it all in one boat of lifestyle,
Together we grew,
From kid to adult,
From human to some humors of sense,
Face changed, name changed;
As time flied,
Prof, popai, kambing, kecik and many were created;
Hours of classes,
Seasons of talking,
Even stress were shared through EVERYTHING;
Siam to Johor the distance,
But hand to hand were the hearts;
Till we meet again.
~ivy~
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something lovely i wrote from my college days for my favorite class of all time.
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