What’s left with me are only memories, the objects can no longer be seen or found. Most have disappeared with time and travels. What’s left are only the vivid scenes in my mind and heart. How I dream to turn back time and gather all my belongings which I may have discarded on my journey home. Life taken for granted, thinking one will come back one day, how ungrateful one can be!
Memories … what’s left of it …
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Memories.. Really i dont want to go the way i went in my life again. I want to go forward, and make more memories. Come with me
yea. memories… what a thing they are….
well then, we belong the same school, im a graduate of 2002/2003
Yes, I keep doing the same mistake over and over again. Silly little things like train tickets or directions written by a friendly soul on a napkin.
They seem valueless at the time. But when you think about them today. They are no more.
Adam,
I’m glad that you’re back. We miss you!
Shahrzad,
Good for you, you should look forward not back.
Romana,
If I were to stay on studying there, I would have been your ‘super’ senior, class of 94. Oh gosh, I’m that old!!
And BTW, why the new blog id? I really liked to old one
Adam, I need new inspiration, plus too many knew me by that name, outside of cyberspace, I mean.
okay