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:: juz taking a moment to remember ::

Wednesday, May 17, 2006 11:48 AM

a walk to remember.

last time brought back many old memories. some important, some not. and then i realise that somethings, or some people were important in the past, now ... u rarely think of them anymore. or at least u dont think of them in the same way.. not with adrenaline rush, heart palpitating, and twinge of happiness when u see them walking ur way, when they talk to u, when they finally become ur somebody, and the occasion wonder why u like them when u feel so hurt and sad by their neglect. you just think of them now like those things didnt ever occur, like u never fell so deeply in love with them before. its kinda funny actually. yet some people, u want to forget, but u just cant. they stay in ur mind, stacked up against thousands of other new memories and happennings, and u even imagined for a moment they dont exist anymore. then when u talk abt them, they are fresh in ur mind, vivid as though it was just yesterday. and you realize you still miss them, the friendships, the fun and the joy, and the jokes u shared. the feeling of being touched (i dont mean literally, haha.. but gan dong that kind) by the things they did for u. the feeling of feeling happy just being beside them, and thinking ur "er ren shi jie" is going to last forever. the feeling of remembering how u made them sad. the feeling of remembering those silly arguments, and how you all made up. the feeling remembering the places you went to tog, and how those places are no more now. as if the world moves and acts according to yours. the relationships go, and the places get torn down too, like an erosion of memories, telling you to let go. things just flood ur mind. till one day u get tired of reliving those moments, and u keep them back into ur mind just like in a shoe box. and u wait till another nostalgic day to reopen that box.


Put Your Records On :: Corinne Bailey Rae

Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don`t need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it`s alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don`t you hesitate.

Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You`re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the road side, (just relax, just relax)
Don`t you let those other boys fool you, Gotta love that afro hairdo.

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it`s alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don`t you think it`s strange?

Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You`re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Just more than I could take, pity for pity`s sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don`t even have to try any longer.
Do what you want to.

Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Oh, You`re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

this song is nice.

Signing off,
no more ink.



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