Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well. For the past few months/weeks/days I have been with strangers and I have grown to like them and even love them. Strangers at first but theyve become my friends as the days have gone by. Some of them became my classmates and some of them became my teachers. These strangers I call were meant to be a part of me. :) Saying goodbye doesnt mean anything. Its the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.Our laughter that echoed in our hearts -- our laughter that made our work fun, that made us forget looking at the clock and counting every second to dismissal. I will miss everything that I do, making fun of some workmates, laughing out loud and not minding the people around me and most of all I will miss being annoyed by some workmates. I will miss entering the bus and someone greets you Ohayo, I will miss entering the canteen and the first thing you do is find a spot where you can sit -- I already miss everything. Though I dont talk or laugh with all of you, I will miss your faces that makes my day horrible or good. Most of all I will miss you, my friends, workmates, leaders and even the drivers. Believe it or not, I mean every word I wrote(typed) -- coming straight from the heart.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 01:50:01 +0000
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