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Sunday, April 18, 2010
many a times.

i think, many a times, we just want to make things worse for ourselves.

people happily having kfc, while i am going to get nfc [naval foundation course]
i have probably ranted forever at the rigidity, confinement..

i actually enjoyed tekong, because i didnt feel like dreading it.
if we choose to embrace things in its way, perhaps life would be much, much nicer, simpler.

i think, more than often, we make things difficult.
of the many people around me, of myself.

recently i've messed my brains further.
many things, things i missed so dearly.

and then, seeking more avenues to find that sourness.



AKB48's earliest song 桜の花びらたち (Sakura no Hanabiratachi)
made me feel that way.

Outside the classroom window the sun is a bright ball
After just spring calendar
At school when you looked around we wore the same uniform
in classmates you could see the adult
each travelling toward their future
on those backs dream wings were growing

It is a time when the cherry trees blossom
somewhere the desired bell is ringing
tomorrow’s freedom and courage are given to us
It is a time when the cherry trees blossom
somewhere surely someone is praying
the door of a new world by your own hand will be opened

There were fights, phone calls, crying
Why did we worry in those days the good old days
Joy and sorrow if you turn around
journey always wasn’t alone
In the graduation photograph I am smiling
As the seasons pass we want to wave goodbye

Petals fall like the tears running down this cheek
I start walking
Look up at the wide blue sky take a deep breath
Petals fall like the tears
Memories of only that beautiful
steps of adult before our eyes
climbing together we will wave hands


sometimes, i think the words "i think" grants more trouble than worth.

PS: *sigh* why does akb have so many of that kinda songs.

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