And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we’re gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won’t be coming back
No more hanging out cause we’re on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don’t have another day
Cause we’re moving on and we can’t slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can we ever find a job that won’t interfere with a tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye
Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly
And this is how it feels
Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it’s like we’re women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us ’round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye
Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly
Graduation-vitamin C
Lights! Camera! Graduation! *flashes*..*flashes* and more *flashes* everywhere. Long awaited day for everyone is round the corner. *Poof* time flies right before your eyes. From getting all excited to leaving Malaysia to Sheffield, tears- shedding in the airport, bidding farewell to all your loved ones, ( I can still vividly recall the feeling of leaving home for the first time, I swear I’ve never cried so much in my life!! ) to living with 4 British girls in a self –catered flat ( it was hell I tell you) to moving into Crookesmoor House ( it was certainly a sweet relief) to living with the loveliest people I’ve ever met ( the inevitable Watson-ers) to GRADUATION. AhHh well, we seem to past the age of high school rituals as pep rallies, homecoming dances, and senior proms. And also saying goodbye to Uni exams (let the text books stay there as it is collecting inches and inches of dust!!). Unfortunately (perhaps, fortunately??) I’m doing my BAR in London in the next academic year. It’s not the time for me to get away from the painful exams. That would be my problems next year, too early to worry about it.
They say every moment is becoming a faded memory. I totally agree with that statement. I find myself too worked up over things which are inevitable. I’m overwhelmed by the good things that will come upon me but am too fearful of the ending. Sometimes I wished they never come, so that I need not weep, as long as it lasted. I received a phone call this morning, which made my mind run a little wild. No…Not that way of course!! It has somehow made me realised that I have slipped away from the people that I loved. Being physically absent makes a hell of a difference. Absence make the heart grows fonder. BULLSHIT. It’s more like out of sight, out of mind? Before I go bonkers over my sweet little nostalgic mind of mine, I might just walk out of this fiction. Memories don’t last anyway. GoshhH…This is becoming too self-revealing. I feel naked. At least, not literally.
Possibly due to the sentimental effects of graduation and leaving this city and also am too- damn- free, I’ve been resorting to running. Yes..!! Run, Baby, RuNNnNn !!
– 12.42AM
