bitter sweet symphony
For the past few days all I have been doing is writing. writing proposals for two days that were deemed worthless, because people had no clue of what they want, and when they finally made up their mind, i had to write it all out in one day. by the end of the day, i was brain dead. anyway, the only good thing was going to the concert tonight. one of my classmates was playing violin in the orchestra. Haven't seen him for a year, and he still looked the same, and so was I. we embraced, just seemed the only thing to do. we didn't talk much, because it was an awkward situation when we were all standing in the hallway.
on the way back, i told jenny that it's rather sad making friends in a place one knows that one will be leaving someday. once school is over, there is probably no seeing one another ever again. that's just the way it is when there is so much versatility in one's life. Jenny played "bitter sweet symphony" by the verve, such a familiar tune, just never knew by whom. The car cruising smoothly on the highway, I looked out into the dark, empty field searching for something, anything in scattered bushes. all it takes is for one to leave a small imprint in my head to be remembered for the rest of my life. And I am certain that when their names or faces show up as i flip through journals or photographs, so much memories will be stirred up once again.
on the way back, i told jenny that it's rather sad making friends in a place one knows that one will be leaving someday. once school is over, there is probably no seeing one another ever again. that's just the way it is when there is so much versatility in one's life. Jenny played "bitter sweet symphony" by the verve, such a familiar tune, just never knew by whom. The car cruising smoothly on the highway, I looked out into the dark, empty field searching for something, anything in scattered bushes. all it takes is for one to leave a small imprint in my head to be remembered for the rest of my life. And I am certain that when their names or faces show up as i flip through journals or photographs, so much memories will be stirred up once again.