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23 June 2006
i miss those times of young
the beach trips and the countless bbq and playgrounds
the wrestling games we used to have
the excited trips to tidbits shop and the arcade
the ice creams and the wash car sessions
the trips to the aunties' houses
even the childish squabbles and friendship problems
i miss those times of young
where nothing else matters more than you
when i had the courage to stand up each time i fall
where ignorance is truly bliss
where dreams and desires were burning fresh
when i was seemingly alone but i had the whole world
when nothing seems impossible with you
where everything seems good and well when they are not
when i could easily give my all
i miss those times of young
where our friendships were merely pure
no strings attached they call it
merely wanting to bless each other and people around
where even the deepest hurts and misunderstandings could be resolved easily
where we could practically talked about anything under the sun
i miss the sunsets, the walks, the shopping trips, the phone talks, the gossiping, the sharing, the openness ( at least i thought so), the sharing of dreams, the speaking of truths, the many trashing outs sessions,the sms-es, the encouragements, the crappings, the silence, even the smiles and the little little meals...
however, moving on is the only way.show me the direction to do so then.only you, promise you'll nvr leave.
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