This is my story...

Friday, May 19, 2006

The future will not come if the past does not leave.

How much truth is that? It is because of that nostalgic feeling I have in my life occasionally makes me ponder about how wonderful I was during my schooling days of life. How hilarious the fun was as a class in secondary school, how much fun we had as a group, cycling to nearly impossible places which we ultimately did it, having supper every other night, teasing and scolding one another out of the blue, catching movies together, and so on?

And it has been years since we do that. Every single person of my life has drifted away from me. At least the closest people I have in my life had. I am glad, really glad we still keep in contact with one another.

Whenever I look at the photos, I shed a tear. I was happy, for all the memories they have given to me; the class, the people, the environment, everything. I loved my life. It was complete at that point of time. It was...

The memories I have will not be erased. It will be brought with me till the end.. Till the end of time...

And of course every single operation has it risks, nevertheless I have to go through another, success or not, it all depends on the theatre. I am afraid. I am so scared, but I do not want to show it out. I need someone to hug, someone to confide, something which cannot be done anymore.

Too afraid I am to mention the risks, I do not know, if I have the choice I would rather not have such sickness, be it minor or major, it definitely has its risks.

If I can look forward to a thing, that is to go back to the life of a student again, but I know, it will never be the same again.

If I have a wish, I wish to go back to the times when I was 16 again, never will I grow up ever again. The countless of exams I do not mind, the responsibilities I do not have, just a class of friends to be with me, to have fun and carefree, to enjoy what it is all over, again...

Where is the future, when my past has not left me?

Rambled by kaSh at 1:46 am