It's hard to accept sometimes that things change. When you look back and realize the life you have now it's not the one you had 5 years ago. The way you think, the things you do on a daily basis and the people around you change.
Because at every phase of your life, you change and you need a different set of people to adapt to that to 'click'. If those in your life previously change in the same manner, then you're lucky, cause they'll stay. But it's hard for people to change in the same way that you do the rest of your life.
And i don't mean change by like changing to college or whatever. I mean the way we mature and think. We can't stay the same old 'us' getting excited over sparkly things (actually i still do) and just be satisfied with a colouring book.
Living life doesn't hurt, but looking back and seeing how things just never stay the same, never forever, now that hurts.
I have this thing where i click with guys better. Even my guy friends agree. Well, because they say i'm different, and well, crazy.
The closest set of girls i love, i don't see very often and when i think about it yeah, i miss them a hell lot. Cause all our schedules clash and we live at the opposite sides of town.
Please note that these are old dug up pictures, which explains how different i looked.
I've known Nicole for about 8 years now and our story started with dancing. With many many many many fights and make ups down the road, i still love her. Funny thing is, we study in the same campus but our schedules literally clash like head on car collision.
Nicole, still looks the same, except hotter larh. good or bad?
(that night you burned my dress at Mist Club)
Eshia and I have not known each other for long. Less than a year but i've never gotten so close to a person so fast in my life. I have issues opening up to people but this woman somehow managed to do it. I remember the first time she talked to me was on facebook, to apologise and tell me about that dumbfuck Yuhi. (still a dumbfuck).
I've not seen her lately cause we faught that one time and shits and now she's working at different places.
I miss her times staying over and being nice to my mum so that she doesn't scold me. Lol.
Stay over la woman!
Believe it or not, William was my bully back when we were kids (oh gawd, here comes the story again). He and his other fat friend, Pong. Yea, he was FAT then. And we have tuition class together. My teacher put me with these older no-brains for some reason. He and his friend would call me Panda cause i used to have eczema and had this faint patch white on my cheeks, hence the nickname. And they'd use vulgar words and tell the teacher it's me. Of course, my teacher knows better.
Since he ended primary school, we never met again. Till that one faithful day at Nicole's house, during her 13th birthday. There he was AGAIN, and there goes the nickname AGAIN. That fucker remembers me. Turns out Nicole's cousin is his good friend (see how things connect).
And i thought he'd be gone for good after. But 3 years down, when i was 16, i was minding my own business with my friends when i saw this white boy from afar and he looked so familiar, "no! it cannot be!". I walked past him, ignoring. "Panda!". WTF man. i turned and said hi.
Our story starts from there, but i'll leave that to another post.
2 years since then, we're happily together and he affectionatesly calls me his wife. And i call him Fucktard.
See, aren't we great together. *smirks*
I guess all i'm getting at is that despite how much each of us will change, now, or in the future, memories remain. And they remain for a reason, to remind us that the world goes on, that nothing can stop life, and that it isn't so shitty after all.
Even if we don't talk.
Please know that you're still remembered, that i miss you.
;)
Because at every phase of your life, you change and you need a different set of people to adapt to that to 'click'. If those in your life previously change in the same manner, then you're lucky, cause they'll stay. But it's hard for people to change in the same way that you do the rest of your life.
And i don't mean change by like changing to college or whatever. I mean the way we mature and think. We can't stay the same old 'us' getting excited over sparkly things (actually i still do) and just be satisfied with a colouring book.
Living life doesn't hurt, but looking back and seeing how things just never stay the same, never forever, now that hurts.
I have this thing where i click with guys better. Even my guy friends agree. Well, because they say i'm different, and well, crazy.
The closest set of girls i love, i don't see very often and when i think about it yeah, i miss them a hell lot. Cause all our schedules clash and we live at the opposite sides of town.
Please note that these are old dug up pictures, which explains how different i looked.
I've known Nicole for about 8 years now and our story started with dancing. With many many many many fights and make ups down the road, i still love her. Funny thing is, we study in the same campus but our schedules literally clash like head on car collision.
Nicole, still looks the same, except hotter larh. good or bad?
(that night you burned my dress at Mist Club)Eshia and I have not known each other for long. Less than a year but i've never gotten so close to a person so fast in my life. I have issues opening up to people but this woman somehow managed to do it. I remember the first time she talked to me was on facebook, to apologise and tell me about that dumbfuck Yuhi. (still a dumbfuck).
I've not seen her lately cause we faught that one time and shits and now she's working at different places.
I miss her times staying over and being nice to my mum so that she doesn't scold me. Lol.
Stay over la woman!
Believe it or not, William was my bully back when we were kids (oh gawd, here comes the story again). He and his other fat friend, Pong. Yea, he was FAT then. And we have tuition class together. My teacher put me with these older no-brains for some reason. He and his friend would call me Panda cause i used to have eczema and had this faint patch white on my cheeks, hence the nickname. And they'd use vulgar words and tell the teacher it's me. Of course, my teacher knows better.Since he ended primary school, we never met again. Till that one faithful day at Nicole's house, during her 13th birthday. There he was AGAIN, and there goes the nickname AGAIN. That fucker remembers me. Turns out Nicole's cousin is his good friend (see how things connect).
And i thought he'd be gone for good after. But 3 years down, when i was 16, i was minding my own business with my friends when i saw this white boy from afar and he looked so familiar, "no! it cannot be!". I walked past him, ignoring. "Panda!". WTF man. i turned and said hi.
Our story starts from there, but i'll leave that to another post.
2 years since then, we're happily together and he affectionatesly calls me his wife. And i call him Fucktard.
See, aren't we great together. *smirks*
I guess all i'm getting at is that despite how much each of us will change, now, or in the future, memories remain. And they remain for a reason, to remind us that the world goes on, that nothing can stop life, and that it isn't so shitty after all.
Even if we don't talk.
Please know that you're still remembered, that i miss you.
;)
kisses.
