First, i gotta say TTSH ROCKS! the old fogies (patients and geriatricians) are so cool! I wish i still had grandparents! i so regret not having interacted with them enough when they were still alive! :(
PS: i would choose geriatrics over paeds any time!
“Cada vez que yo me voy llevo a un lado de mi piel
Tus fotografías para verlas cada vez
Que tu ausencia me devora entero el corazón
Y yo no tengo remedio más que amarteY en la distancia te puedo ver
Cuando tus fotos me siento a ver
Y en las estrellas tus ojos ver
Cuando tus fotos me siento a ver
Cada vez que te busco te vas
Y cada vez que te llamo no estás
Es por eso que debo decir que tú sólo en mis fotos estás”— ‘Fotografías’ (Juanes con Nelly Furtado)
It’s the first time I’ve been so affected by lyrics… especially when it’s not in English, and I didn’t refer to the text when I first heard that song…
I think I’m suffering from the same disorder as W. haha… yo go! post-lunch gossip really brought back all the good old days (and such memories that were associated) which made me have this bittersweet feeling deep down in my heart for the rest of the day. and night. and the following morning. sigh. sometimes i wonder, when you miss something so much, is it better to persist in seeking it again, or to just tell yourself that it’ll never be the same again and that such memories no matter how great should just remain as memories? And then just leave time to heal everything?
I think time heals everything, but it makes it easier if you don’t see reminders popping up left-right-top-and-bottom. But then again, i also wonder whether i just wanna let go like this… i’m caught in a dilemma of being kind to myself, which means getting on with life. or persisting in holding on to some memories, which will probably end up hurting myself further. But if i decide to get on with my life, then does it imply that watever i wanted to hold on to wasn’t worth it? which makes me wonder how flawed my judgment is…
oh dear. it seems like i’m shooting myself in both feet! haha…
