`wholesome, loathsome, a little bit shy.

Friday, July 21, 2006

yesterday was.. undescribable.

too many emotions, too little time. too many seconds/minutes/hours/days/weeks/months spent together that ended in just one moment. never felt like that before.

standing on stage yesterday and watching as the 18th pinned the 19th, it was like one of those movies where there are all those sudden flashbacks. i was trying so hard to concentrate on the music and waiting for the emcee to say my name. but all i could think about was everything else. 1st O, 2nd O, t-day, n-day, GMs, welco meetings, the late night outings, the lunches, morning assembly, announcements, the forced/unforced cheers (haha.) and just random moments i never thought i could remember.

and that stupid song. =) hahaha.

to the 18th: you know how i feel about you guys. =) and you'll always occupy a space in my heart that no one else can replace. i love you all so much. =)

to the 19th: i'm so proud of you guys. you've worked so hard and i know that greater things are to come from all of you. remember everthing you've learnt in these previous weeks and treasure the lessons you will learn in your time to come. i wish you all the best, and remember that the 18th will always be here for you. =) like i always say, you're finally married! haha. i love you guys! =)

//.. and you keep the air in my lungs, floating along as the melody comes.

brin bit this at ; 4:12 PM

This song was written for us. And everytime i hear it i feel myself losing it.

How I Go. - Yellowcard.

I could tell you the wildest of tales
My friend the giant and traveling sales
Tell you all the times that I failed
The years all behind me
The stories exhaled.
And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go

I could tell you of a man not so tall
Who said life's a circus and so we are small
Tell you of a girl that I saw
I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow
Flow...

Son I am not everything you thought that I would be
But every story I have told is part of me

And you keep the air in my lungs
Floating along as a melody comes
And my heart beats like timpani drums
Keeping the time while a symphony strums
And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow...
Flow....
Let it flow
Let it flow

Son I am not everything you thought that I would be
But every story I have told is part of me
Son I leave you now but you have so much more to do
And every story I have told is part of you

brin bit this at ; 3:22 PM

Thursday, July 13, 2006

this is gonna be very random but what the hell.

one more week and yet it feels like it will never be over.

so happy and yet so sad at the same time.

wish life was much simpler than it really is.

i hate the position i am in.

and i wasnt referring to the Investiture.

=)

brin bit this at ; 10:07 PM