Monday, June 23
Hehe... a bit siao today, den summore long time no write compo... so write a bit paste here...
Remembering old times, the bittersweet memories never seem to be away at all. Translucent pictures interweave between each other, each telling a different story. Laugher and cries and angry and disappointment surround us, as flitting as yesterday’s paper, but yet never forgotten. Family we were, family we are, and family we will be. The ironies of life hold us in our stride and guide us along one path and many forks. Though we may soon regret what we have or have not done, it fills us with ample more opportunities. Treasure what you have and what you don’t have.
Days in council never seem days, more like minutes, flowing away as though sand on a beach. The hourglass swooshes, and yet another event has come and gone, only leaving evidence of its passing in memory lane. Should we walk upon the yellow brick road, we would chance meeting ghosts of the past, the present and the probable future. Satisfying, you would say, to watch the past come alive. Never would those times be more treasured when we look back as we walk forward. Can these times be measured? Only when time itself doesn’t exist, and until then these memories are priceless.
Posted by Isabelle at 12:12 pm