Last night I spent ages looking at old photos from school. It has made me feel really emotional. I couldn’t even remember the names of loads of the people in them- that makes me so sad. Then there are all the friends who I was so close to and haven’t kept in touch with- I don’t even know why I haven’t. I’m going to make an effort to get in touch with some of them again.
Memories are such funny things. Some of those photos make me want to cry remembering all the things I used to do; everything my life was about 5, 6, 7 years ago..In a way I wish I could go back to that time- everything looks so carefree. But actually if I really think about it- they were such difficult times. Everything was so unsure, and so confusing. I’m glad I can look back on it fondly though.
It worries me though. What if come five years time I’m looking at photos of my Uni friends and can’t remember their names? And what if I can’t tell my kids the funny stories behind those pictures from back at school? Meh…it’s too late, I’m being weird. But it worries me. Life goes so quickly.
April 18, 2007
#1
Yeah, life does go so fast. 3 years in Unimas is just a zap! I guess that’s why Horace said “carpe diem.”
April 22, 2007
#2
thts y you must write everything inside your blog
April 23, 2007
#3
PY…i miss you lah…miss the rest of our memories in schools…hahahha…
May 7, 2007
#4
“Photograph”
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey’s head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we’d ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it’s too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn’t let me in
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since god knows when
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me…