A week of farewells

I hate goodbyes 😦  so I’d rather not say it .


I wanted a perfect ending.

Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.

 – Gilda Radner –


10 thoughts on “A week of farewells

  1. renzmania says:

    San, kita blm perpisahan yaa? Ntar di bandung yee.. Traktirrrr… ^^
    Tp, tetep toh, tiap wiken kita masi bs ke salon bareng.. hihihi…

  2. - s M i L e - says:

    Errr..san sebelum kita berpisah ada kata2 terakhir yang mau lo sampaikan ga?
    Kalo emang ada gw bersedia lo ajak makan & lo bayarin di Hanamasa biar bs ngobrol2 bareng 😀

    (Like irene said “Ngarep mode on”)

  3. mhpm says:

    I don’t like goodbyes either… but I know I won’t have to say it to you… I have a feeling this isn’t the last we’ll see of you 🙂

  4. nebulousarion says:

    Hahaha … oke deeehhh … Rev, Smile, please come to Inti now … hueheuhehe … And yes Ren, to Bandung we go !
    @ Ms Martha : yeaa, i have that feeling too ! ^^

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