my favourite sentences...


You can hide memory, but you can't erase the history that produced them.

It was sad to see what used to be so fundamental to our lives fade away and disappear in front of our own eyes.

Words don't come out when you're deeply hurt. That's why people keep silent and give no explanation. Yet, Murakami once wrote in his novel, 1Q84, "If you can't understand without an explanation, you can't understand with an explanation." Sometimes, people tend to not wanting to understand things instead of wanting to understand things. In short, they tend to ignore the possibility of trying to understand things.

do you know what makes life interesting?
--> it's interesting because we don't know what the future holds for us. don't blame the fate. we decide our fate, it's our choice. we can't choose where to be born, but we can certainly choose the way we live our life...

the life is yours, why bother asking other people to paint it for you?...

when we're small our word has never been counted; when we're big every word has always been counted...

i may not be able to wait thirteen months for you, nor until you are twenty-five, but i can wait for you a lifetime -- Under the Hawthorn Tree by Ai Mi

waiting, though one minute, it's still unbearable...

death doesn't mean that we are no longer existing. death just means a move to another world...

why can parents wholeheartedly sacrifice everything for the happiness of their children, even their life? but why can't their children, whom they give birth to, do the same thing to them? what power is it that encourages them to do so?....

the thing i'm most afraid of is ME. of not knowing what i'm going to do. of not knowing what i'm doing right now.

people always meet new friends. but they should not forget their old friends. because without your old friends we don't have a chance to meet new friends. the memories with our friends will be there forever in our brain. we can't omit it though time passes.

Monday, November 11, 2013

between friendship & goodbye


Some of my 'younger brothers' have set off for their new path they thought it would bring them bright future. I would not stop them, once they set their mind, for choosing their own life. We were not real brother, after all. We were born from different parents, different location, and brought up in different way of life. Our parents had never known each other before, to my understanding. We had no real blood connection to begin with. We were, actually, just colleagues who had worked together for about a year. They were late comers. I was three years their junior; yet, we had worked in different department, taking different responsibilities. Only one thing in common, we share the same office space. Now, they're gone, leaving two empty spots in the office.

At first, I felt a little bit strange about their absence. I had gotten use to their presence. The first day without their being, I felt that this office was missing something. After a while, I realized that it was their absence that I felt the sudden missing. I felt lonelier when they're gone. Because one of my 'older sister' who had been sitting next to me left me for another mission to somewhere far away. She'd gone abroad. Her absence had made me become a quiet person. I rarely talked to anybody in the office in the first few days. I missed her, I could not deny my true feeling. This 'sister' was not my real blood sister. But we had loved and supported each other as brother and sister. I called her "sister" and she, "brother." The time we had been together was memorable. She was a patient person. Our times being together had not always been the happy times. Sometimes we would jump into disagreement or argument. Sometimes I made her upset over nothing. Sometimes, all of sudden, we did not talk to one another. Sometimes I made her tears rolling down. However, she would compromise and I compromise, and we came together again. She was kind to me and this made me think of her. I was very grateful for this 'lovely sister' for being part of my life. I was born to a family with no female siblings. I had only brothers. My mother was the only female in the house. She was supposed to be the queen; yet, she had been the most hard-working person in my family. I had always wanted to have an older sister to look after all of us. This 'lovely sister' had filled the missing spot in my life. I loved her so much, and I apologized her for what I had done to her. I was not sure if she had ever realized about my feelings toward her. Her absence had brought a great silence to me. After her leaving, the other person who was close to me had also moved out to different department. Her moving had made my days grey. A dark cloud of silence had covered up my sky. I could not, sometimes, bear the lonely feeling inside me. I had to find way to tackle this lonely feeling. I chose to read books every time I was free from my work or talked to these 'two brothers.' And now, these so called 'two brothers' left me. Their leaving left me in absolute desperate condition. Sometimes, I would feel suffocation. I felt that I was going to be out of breath. The air surrounding me had been thinner that I could hardly catch my breath. My words had been less.

They all were very friendly. At the same time they were helpful. Age was not a matter of closeness. We had been out, though not very often, drinking, singing, dancing, traveling, and the likes. We were quite close. We had created our group, two of them, my friend, my niece, and my sister.

I knew that people would not be together for ever. I knew that parting moment would be there sooner or later, and that people who had been close to me leaving me one after the other. However, I wished the goodbye time would delay a bit longer that I would have enjoyed my life with the persons I loved and cared a bit longer. I had hated the most in my life the word 'Goodbye.' I had rarely used this word. I feared that once I used this word I would not have a chance to see the person again. Most of the time, I used the word 'See you' instead of the word 'Goodbye.' Though I did not want them to leave, I still wished the best for them. No matter what path they had set or were going to set foot on, I respected their decision. Only one thing I cared and hoped they would not forget: we were still brother, sister, and uncle. I hoped the friendship we had built would not fade away by time and space.

'never say never' by the fray

by jet

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