Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Of Childhood Remembrance
How strange it feels to stumble across a childhood friend's blog. Especially one as close as the neighbour you used to play with in the evenings of your youth.
It just happened to me not more than a few hours ago, and it made me actually sit back and remember the long evenings where my sis, bro and I would go out to the Cul-de-sac around my place and play with the neighbours. And they would come out too and we'd do all sorts of ridiculous games with funny rules sometimes.
It's funny how much people can change over the years. The rowdy peers who used to play outside with us have become quiet and studious, and the girl who used to stay indoors and hardly joined us for our meaningless games, has become so much of a extrovert.
It was her blog I happened to visit tonight, and I knew it was her because she had so many million pictures of herself on every post. She has grown quite pretty, actually. Her english was near-perfect, totally un-ahlian-like.
But the saddest part about my encounter with her blog was reading about her life:
-Having to move to her gran's place to avoid her own mother and the arguements they have.
-Constant emo-ing over her BF and her own life.
-Extreme happiness one moment and extreme sadness and loneliness the next.
-Clubbing till late and staying out till morning almost everyday
-Skipping school
-Getting sent to a girl's home
Damn wasted.
I think my family members would probably be able to guess who I'm talking about here. It's really damn sad when you know the innocent past of someone who's become like that.
Sometimes I meet hooligans off the street, or gangsters at the bus stop, and I sometimes wonder how they were when they were kids, and if they knew back then that one day they'd be such wasted humans.
If god exists, He's probably giving them a chance.
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It just happened to me not more than a few hours ago, and it made me actually sit back and remember the long evenings where my sis, bro and I would go out to the Cul-de-sac around my place and play with the neighbours. And they would come out too and we'd do all sorts of ridiculous games with funny rules sometimes.
It's funny how much people can change over the years. The rowdy peers who used to play outside with us have become quiet and studious, and the girl who used to stay indoors and hardly joined us for our meaningless games, has become so much of a extrovert.
It was her blog I happened to visit tonight, and I knew it was her because she had so many million pictures of herself on every post. She has grown quite pretty, actually. Her english was near-perfect, totally un-ahlian-like.
But the saddest part about my encounter with her blog was reading about her life:
-Having to move to her gran's place to avoid her own mother and the arguements they have.
-Constant emo-ing over her BF and her own life.
-Extreme happiness one moment and extreme sadness and loneliness the next.
-Clubbing till late and staying out till morning almost everyday
-Skipping school
-Getting sent to a girl's home
Damn wasted.
I think my family members would probably be able to guess who I'm talking about here. It's really damn sad when you know the innocent past of someone who's become like that.
Sometimes I meet hooligans off the street, or gangsters at the bus stop, and I sometimes wonder how they were when they were kids, and if they knew back then that one day they'd be such wasted humans.
If god exists, He's probably giving them a chance.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Hahaha This is damn funny.
I got an email from Yen Yin and Jerry.
It was kinda funny because it was a chain mail and the email claimed that it's freaky how accurate it is(don't all chain mails say that?), but the funny thing is, those answers are a lil er...haha
I had to link Beethoven's 5th symphony with Val, and Beethoven's 7th with Tallie, and somehow Twelve Seconds To the Moon became the song that tells me how I feel about life. hahaha I'm so not gonna be an astronaut anytime soon. And the "person who knows me very well" was someone I only got to know like... last year?
Yeah.
Oh well. Val must have reached hongkong by now. Probably settling bopping and bouncing on her hotel bed at this time. And Tallie's leaving for the States for a month in about 3 weeks time.
And me? Well, I sit at the com in the lab everyday and arrange furniture around(see pics in the previous posts). Horrible.
SIP is boring. Seriously.
Goodnight everyone.
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It was kinda funny because it was a chain mail and the email claimed that it's freaky how accurate it is(don't all chain mails say that?), but the funny thing is, those answers are a lil er...haha
I had to link Beethoven's 5th symphony with Val, and Beethoven's 7th with Tallie, and somehow Twelve Seconds To the Moon became the song that tells me how I feel about life. hahaha I'm so not gonna be an astronaut anytime soon. And the "person who knows me very well" was someone I only got to know like... last year?
Yeah.
Oh well. Val must have reached hongkong by now. Probably settling bopping and bouncing on her hotel bed at this time. And Tallie's leaving for the States for a month in about 3 weeks time.
And me? Well, I sit at the com in the lab everyday and arrange furniture around(see pics in the previous posts). Horrible.
SIP is boring. Seriously.
Goodnight everyone.
