love grows eventually and it's possesive and addictive
sometimes i hate it when you hate turns love, hate
but its the way of life and always its the way of life
remembered watching Lion King, mentioned something
about the circle of life, i do believe this theory
what goes around, comes around; Karma
nevermind of these bunch of nothing !
i could still remember the day i entered 4 joy
complaining the size of the room, so small and stuffy too
the amount of the oxygen is insufficient for 20 students
its hot most of the time and hardly cold
throughout the whole year of studying the compact room
i think i had fell in love with the way it is, no changes needed
guess what, the small, compact room had a warm, loving feel
the hospitality that we provide to teachers was remarkable
even i could feel that we're truly a family with strong bond
besides that, our room was isolated from all the classes
we simply stay in our tiny classroom filled with tiny table and chair
making the noise of five classes, i think i'm used to that enviroment
we always made full use of our time taking pictures and enjoying it
we celebrated a lot of events ourselves and it's truly fun
no other class i been its that crazy, eccentric and i lost count of the words
those will deeply craved in my heart as a sweet memory
what are the chances of having the life of this in the near future?
i don't know but its already over and i'm too late to prevent it from happening
i don't care what others think of us, especially to those who think we're weird
well, tough luck having class of yours and giggling its not as fun as laughing out loud
apparently our class was the first class and always claimed that we're the best
best as in keeping quiet and do what as we're told to, not rebellious
well, we're still kids who wanna have fun like everyone else
what makes us differently from the other ? perhaps the fact its the first class
the 4 joy of 2009 is trying to prove to the teachers that we're not a bookworm
also capable of work hard and play hard at the same time !
we're not the same as the previous joy classes that is quiet and silence
noisemaker or not, we're proud of who we are and still standing strong
Life is like a book that you wrote, certainly live through it
don't know what you all think about us, but we not its not something we care
we also wanted to thank the school for isolating our class
we did not feel lonely being the only class on the floor
instead it really help us a lot, also we got different teachers from the others
feeling so special and completely lose the feeling of anger towards the isolation
all the teachers were so humourous and we tend entertain each other
some were gone and some were not teaching us again, feeling upset
but always hoping for the best and you know something to hold on
but what's lost, its already gone and no turning back
even there is some regard and a little of regret
but i must understand that its a reality and the fact
a fact that i can't possibly change, it had to be USED TO HAVE
used to escape the reality but i know its immature of me to do that
all is there to do is to look back and remember those moments
that had pass by just like that without the chance saying goodbye
its going too fast, so fast that i'm missing something that has not over
even time stop, no time in the world can make me feel the same
i also know that if time stops, i couldn't feel it either
because everything will freeze and its nothing at the end
but i can't help it wondering what would it be like if is forever of the moment
Love is possessive, enough said
i not ready to accept a big change that's happening so fast
called me immatured, maybe i just don't want to accept it
the love i have its really possessive and addicted for quite some time
never notice it because i don't want it to be reveal, wanna keep it as a secret
can i still believe in fairytale, where happy endding occurs at the end ?
or the unbelievable suprise come along with it, NO this is the reality
what else is left to do ? i'm falling down and in love with something
that i used to have, so why not ?
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as much i don't want the moment to end, but i still have to end this post
this is the decent post that i mention, yet its not decent after all
i shall leave the hidden meaning remaining hidden, not wanting to find it
perhaps when i'm older, i might flipped back the pages looking for it
the littlest can really bring the most joy to us, believe it
can i be visionary ? am i right ?
