a chapter in life where the bookmark remains
I'm leaving tomorrow and I won't get to see home for a year. Actually, it feels like I've already left, having gone to the airport so many times to watch friends walk through the imigration gates, I feel that I've already said enough goodbyes. And to some it seems like they've already said their goodbyes long ago.
Which is harder, being the one that leaves or being the person who has to watch people leave?
Champton's Send Off
Darren's Send Off
June's Send Off*I'll wear a different shirt tomorrow*
Maybe just one last goodbye is okay.
Goodbye. The next time we would meet again, things will definitely be different so lets just take a moment and cherish those memories.
*I don't have much pics because I've only got my cam during right before cny and I'm no camhoe
It's my turn.
Jack's Mannequin - Bruised
I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one moe plane ride and its done
We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation's come and gone too late
There's so much sun where I'm from I had to give it away,
had to give you away
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Lie every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast.
Oh, pilot can you help me?Can you make this last?
This plane is all I got, So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised
I lace my Chucks,
I wal the aisle I take my pills, the babies cry
All I hear is what's playing through The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what's playing throught The in-flight radio,
and I and I am, finally waking up...
I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one moe plane ride and its done
We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation's come and gone too late
There's so much sun where I'm from I had to give it away,
had to give you away
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Lie every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast.
Oh, pilot can you help me?Can you make this last?
This plane is all I got, So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised
I lace my Chucks,
I wal the aisle I take my pills, the babies cry
All I hear is what's playing through The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what's playing throught The in-flight radio,
and I and I am, finally waking up...