Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye
And roped me in
So mesmerizing, and so hypnotizing
I am captivated,
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
With a heavy heart
I think my life can be summed up into one sad word: goodbye.
Firstly just as I'm getting close to my friends are Baharain its time to say goodbye to them and move to India. After taking forever to settle down and fine the perfect friends, its time to say goodbye to them and move to Singapore.
And heaven knows since coming to Singapore I've said more goodbyes then i think my heart can even take.
You would think one would learn to not get attached to things so easily but how sad is it to live your life loving nothing because you would have to say goodbye to them?
Last day at the HC hostel. I still remember my first day here. How much i hated the whole thing, i remember the rain and the prison-like lifts. i remember not being sure i remembered how to navigate to my room through the long yellow corridors.
I remember staying up the whole night, not being able to cry or think. Just so angry and so sad.
I remember how i hated it so much and i remember going to school and realizing i hated school even more.
That's when hostel became home. How i would run from school the minute the bell rang to come back "home".
And now 2 years have gone by and i cant seem to place my finger on the exact day when school became like heaven and hostel became like home. Like a real home.
When the harsh faces became friends and the long corridors became short.
When the suffocatingly perfect interiors of the hostel became places i couldn't look at without conjuring up some memory.
And now its time to say goodbye again.
And to all my J2 seniors. I cant tell you how much ill miss you all. Its meant the world to me to have you by my side. Helping me with studies, guys, girls. ha ha
I know this is the end of our journey together and i also know that no matter what people say about being "friends forever" there is actually no such term. Trust me, i know about this better than anyone else.
And as ill say goodbye to you guys today ill turn and look at the faces of the IP3's and JC1's and realize that next year ill be saying goodbye to them too.
Sometimes i wonder if someone will feel this way when i leave. I wonder if its just as hard for everyone else to say goodbye to things as it is for me.
But i thank God for the fact that i feel so horrid while saying goodbye.It goes to show that at least in lucky enough to have memories strong enough and happy enough to bring tears to my eyes when i have to leave them behind.
I sat on the ledge hanging outside my window for the longest time last night. (yes i know i can fall off and break all the bones in my body. thanks) And i looked at the hostel from high up on the sixth storey and preserved the picture in my mind.
Hopefully every time i need it, i can close my eyes again and conjure up the same calm i felt last night.
Thank you to everything I'm leaving behind this year.
I promise to remember all of you, the best and the worst. And i promise to always keep you in my prayers.
And i can only hope that what we remember of each other is enough to make us want to keep in touch.
Goodbye again.
Firstly just as I'm getting close to my friends are Baharain its time to say goodbye to them and move to India. After taking forever to settle down and fine the perfect friends, its time to say goodbye to them and move to Singapore.
And heaven knows since coming to Singapore I've said more goodbyes then i think my heart can even take.
You would think one would learn to not get attached to things so easily but how sad is it to live your life loving nothing because you would have to say goodbye to them?
Last day at the HC hostel. I still remember my first day here. How much i hated the whole thing, i remember the rain and the prison-like lifts. i remember not being sure i remembered how to navigate to my room through the long yellow corridors.
I remember staying up the whole night, not being able to cry or think. Just so angry and so sad.
I remember how i hated it so much and i remember going to school and realizing i hated school even more.
That's when hostel became home. How i would run from school the minute the bell rang to come back "home".
And now 2 years have gone by and i cant seem to place my finger on the exact day when school became like heaven and hostel became like home. Like a real home.
When the harsh faces became friends and the long corridors became short.
When the suffocatingly perfect interiors of the hostel became places i couldn't look at without conjuring up some memory.
And now its time to say goodbye again.
And to all my J2 seniors. I cant tell you how much ill miss you all. Its meant the world to me to have you by my side. Helping me with studies, guys, girls. ha ha
I know this is the end of our journey together and i also know that no matter what people say about being "friends forever" there is actually no such term. Trust me, i know about this better than anyone else.
And as ill say goodbye to you guys today ill turn and look at the faces of the IP3's and JC1's and realize that next year ill be saying goodbye to them too.
Sometimes i wonder if someone will feel this way when i leave. I wonder if its just as hard for everyone else to say goodbye to things as it is for me.
But i thank God for the fact that i feel so horrid while saying goodbye.It goes to show that at least in lucky enough to have memories strong enough and happy enough to bring tears to my eyes when i have to leave them behind.
I sat on the ledge hanging outside my window for the longest time last night. (yes i know i can fall off and break all the bones in my body. thanks) And i looked at the hostel from high up on the sixth storey and preserved the picture in my mind.
Hopefully every time i need it, i can close my eyes again and conjure up the same calm i felt last night.
Thank you to everything I'm leaving behind this year.
I promise to remember all of you, the best and the worst. And i promise to always keep you in my prayers.
And i can only hope that what we remember of each other is enough to make us want to keep in touch.
Goodbye again.
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