Home, a name stranger by day, how distant it is to me now. It is quite pointless and clichéd to argue the question of where do I belong, only to drown myself further in the nostalgic past.
Malaysia: an ideal destination for tropical holiday, makan and shopping.At least that is how I feel now.Though I've lived here for 12 years, I spent the most important time of my youth in a strange land now I find homelier. I might be feeling a bit confused now, or maybe sad, but not regretful. It was my choice anyway.
Many time I've come to such juncture of reminiscence, and will only find out that things really change, slowly I'm getting used to it. All the new friend that I've made, relatives that passed away, friends that I've lost, sometimes I wished I had spent more time with all of them. I know the fact that I am quite a solitary person, to a point that I even suspect that I have anti-social personality disorder.
Honestly in heart, I really hope that my friends can know more about me, and I can really know more about them. Before judging me as weird. Before judging me as emo.
So cheers to all A06ian, for the wonderful memory. And to Wai Wan, for organising the in-the-rain BBQ. And to whoever present at the party, especially those who stayed for the "truth or dare", for you know what happened. And to Cindy, Sonia, Conan, and Wai Wan for staying overnight. Cheers to our friendship, we know that it will end one day, but we go ahead anyway.
Now sitting in front of the monitor screen, my fingers are still hitting on all the emotional keys, and I wonder why. Maybe it is the end-of-the-year emo syndrome, or maybe it is the the silence at night, or maybe I'm drunk on life.
Mixed feelings now. Excited, blue, sweet, bitter, nostalgic.
Life goes on anyway, and it is the most beautiful thing that can ever happen.
Labels: Sentimental Requiem
