The way we were

Memories, light the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories of the way we were.
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we give to one another
For the way we were.
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me would we? Could we?
Memories, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter we will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were.

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我知我知, 呢個blog變左做發洩基地, 不過無計, 無地方可以發洩

1. 我唔明佢地班人做緊乜, 收咁多人工唔使用既咁. 做得耐個班好似老馮, 話佢唔係, 唔話佢又唔係.  頂, 我頂佢地唔順, 話佢地, 班友背後居然話我好衰, 咩做話佢地wo, 大佬啊, 做野啊依家, 小學啊, 唔話得架, 做錯野做得唔好唔話得既, 我出黎做咁耐野啊俾人炳唔少喇, 何況我都唔係炳佢地, 只係大聲d. 我唔表態你地又唔知自己有問題, 表態又話我衰, 我高級過晒你地架! 下屬做錯野上司話佢地就好衰...wtf.

2. 我每日都受唔少氣喇, 我日日都被我老細炳啦, 咪又係咁, 我仲好愛護我老細添! 因為我覺得佢咁樣都好正常, 不過唔真係唔該個班友唔好再累我俾炳得仲多囉!

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