Behind this door...
Is such a small place…
Which used to be an empty box..
We filled it with little things…
Then big emotions followed.
Songs were sung…
Parties were held…
Alcohol overload…
Friendships were built.
Relationships started,
Laughter was heard…
Friends became lovers,
Lovers became friends…
Tears were shed…
There was silence…
Whispers were heard...
Stories were told…
Life goes on.
There used to be three of us..
Then two were left..
One came for a while… then left.
Then two more came…and stayed.
I have spent one year of my life...
Shared with special people...
I will always cherish this place called ‘manshon’..
Definitely filled with emotions.
Which used to be an empty box..
We filled it with little things…
Then big emotions followed.
Songs were sung…
Parties were held…
Alcohol overload…
Friendships were built.
Relationships started,
Laughter was heard…
Friends became lovers,
Lovers became friends…
Tears were shed…
There was silence…
Whispers were heard...
Stories were told…
Life goes on.
There used to be three of us..
Then two were left..
One came for a while… then left.
Then two more came…and stayed.
I have spent one year of my life...
Shared with special people...
I will always cherish this place called ‘manshon’..
Definitely filled with emotions.
..:Ü:..
halu halu, this is karen from canossa. i dont know if u still remember me he he.
ReplyDeletei saw your shout out and thought i'd drop by.
anyways, mustasa?
i, too, have a blog. feel free to drop by anytime!
ingat
hey karen!!
ReplyDeleteopkors i remember! you're one of my senior officers back in HS... hihi! =)
thanks for droppin' by.. my blog is still a baby though...
nice to hear from you.
tc! :)
***checking ur blog Ü