Memories

I was clearing my stuff on Wednesday night and happened to clear a box, that was kept in the store room--out of my reach, where I kept the stuff I used during my secondary school days... ...

I found quite a bit of stuff which I had long forgotten. My mom saw them and said that I have long graduated from secondary school and it's time to throw away those stuff (e.g. O'level 10-year Series, Projects, Text books, etc)

There was this particular group project about “Friends” and it was named "The 6 Musketeers". I can't recall much. As I browsed thru the pages (all photos and captions), I was trying to find out why this proj was done, what it was all about, which subject was it meant for, etc etc. All I could tell was it is a CME Proj (what the hell is CME? Civils Moral?) done in Sec 3 -- *hehe* However, one thing for sure – I was the one doing the compiling and design etc cos it was so "my" style! Though it was a group project of 4 pax (-_-”)

Though I can't recall much, the photos kinda remind me of my fav song -- Memories and I began to hum quietly to myself... ...

Midnight - not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory,
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet,
And the wind begins to moan.

Memory - all alone in the moonlight.
I can smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again.

Every street light seems to beat a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters,
and soon it will be morning.

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise.
I must think of a new life,
And I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too,
And a new day will begin.

Burnt out ends of smokey days,
the stale cold smell of morning.
The streetlamp dies, another night is over,
another day is dawning.

Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun.

Another thought also hit me while I was browsing at the photographs -- Friendship.

There were 6 musketeers. It was a proj among 4 of us in the class, cannot recall why we added the other 2 into the picture as well. Worst - one of them is more of an acquaintance rather than friends but we were the so-called good friends in the project!!! (-_-")

Among the 6 of us, one of them hated me (and I wonder if he still hates me?). The other 2 were added into my acquaintance list many years ago while the initial acquaintance remained as an acquaintance. The last one had also been added into my list of acquaintance! That total up to 5 musketeers. WOW... I should have a rather long list of acquaintance by now.

I just realised -- everything (and I really mean every damn thing) needs to be taken care of (or maintain) and of cos fate plays a part too, if you believe it :)

I also began to believe that there is no such things as "Forever Friends" like what we used to write in those autograph books when we were very young. I supposed a more realistic word would probably be "be friends for as long as fate decides" or "as we could".

The last thing that I hope were to go away would be memories... ...