Nostalgia: Holy Crap, Did I Do THAT?!
Ever looked back at old photographs taken from the heydays of your high-school years, smiled at the memories, thought back with extreme fondness of the folks you loved and cherished, and wondered how much you have changed since then?
People do that from time to time, looking back. I do it quite a bit, and when I do, I am always filled with love, admiration, and affection for the people I knew, and the people I -know-. The people I call my sisters and friends, my freaks.
...and then I realise how far we've grown and how far we've come. Once, we were girls. Now, we're ladies. How did that happen?
And then I look properly at the pictures, and take a good, long, hard look at myself. I subconsciously count the zits on my face, and in my mind, thank God for ALL the pimples that have now ceased to exist. I also slip in silent thanks for the way my face has thinned out, and wonder how the heck I managed to make friends looking the way I did then.
I used to think this was a good picture of myself. (Read: Used) Now I look at it and I think, "Dear sweet holy bananas flying in cow bellies, I look like a bloody tuna-fish that's been scaled and stepped on time and again. I look bloody awful."
But see, I had friends, even then, to love, hold, and support me through even my (literally!) ugliest years. And with each other's guidance, friendship, and with a little bit of luck, we have emerged, and are now...
...butterflies.
Well, not literally, but you get my drift. We've all matured since our gangly, chubby, pimply, funky-hair days, and if you ask me, I'll say, "Good job, girls. Good job indeed."
For my part, I think we all grew up pretty good.
Though; the point of this entry isn't the fact that I went from left (2005) to right (2010). (Though if I may make a side-note here, it is that ugly people eventually become less ugly, and yes, I am aware that the second picture is taken while I have makeup on, and shows me in a very good angle, but for the sake of backside-tickling, just let me believe that I am prettier now, okay?)
My point is that, crap-faced or not, I had friends, and true friends, who stuck with me from then through to now. My point is that my friends, my sisters, drew me out, the real me, despite all my reservations, and helped me experience life. My point is that, we did many things in our teenage years that I cannot even begin to imagine doing now, at this point in time, and I regret none of it. We grew up together, and we've done everything together; skipped school to do 'heritage projects', bicycled all around old Penang town, put on grand ol' plays to entertain our school, organised events in which our Literary and Debating society were made proud...
...we did everything. (And that includes us making videos of ourselves singing in the car, proposing to trees, and dancing to madness in hotel rooms; the evidence to this lies in my lappietop)
Did you live your life? Have you, despite your (self-assumed) shortcomings, found the courage to break free and do the things you have always wanted to do with your friends? Did you break the rules, just once, to see how it tastes?
Live your life. Because when the clock strikes 12, and you realise it's too late to do the crazy, you'll wish you had before.
Alright, rambling over for now; Emmy out!
People do that from time to time, looking back. I do it quite a bit, and when I do, I am always filled with love, admiration, and affection for the people I knew, and the people I -know-. The people I call my sisters and friends, my freaks.
...and then I realise how far we've grown and how far we've come. Once, we were girls. Now, we're ladies. How did that happen?
And then I look properly at the pictures, and take a good, long, hard look at myself. I subconsciously count the zits on my face, and in my mind, thank God for ALL the pimples that have now ceased to exist. I also slip in silent thanks for the way my face has thinned out, and wonder how the heck I managed to make friends looking the way I did then.
I used to think this was a good picture of myself. (Read: Used) Now I look at it and I think, "Dear sweet holy bananas flying in cow bellies, I look like a bloody tuna-fish that's been scaled and stepped on time and again. I look bloody awful."
But see, I had friends, even then, to love, hold, and support me through even my (literally!) ugliest years. And with each other's guidance, friendship, and with a little bit of luck, we have emerged, and are now...
...butterflies.
Well, not literally, but you get my drift. We've all matured since our gangly, chubby, pimply, funky-hair days, and if you ask me, I'll say, "Good job, girls. Good job indeed."
For my part, I think we all grew up pretty good.
Though; the point of this entry isn't the fact that I went from left (2005) to right (2010). (Though if I may make a side-note here, it is that ugly people eventually become less ugly, and yes, I am aware that the second picture is taken while I have makeup on, and shows me in a very good angle, but for the sake of backside-tickling, just let me believe that I am prettier now, okay?)
My point is that, crap-faced or not, I had friends, and true friends, who stuck with me from then through to now. My point is that my friends, my sisters, drew me out, the real me, despite all my reservations, and helped me experience life. My point is that, we did many things in our teenage years that I cannot even begin to imagine doing now, at this point in time, and I regret none of it. We grew up together, and we've done everything together; skipped school to do 'heritage projects', bicycled all around old Penang town, put on grand ol' plays to entertain our school, organised events in which our Literary and Debating society were made proud...
...we did everything. (And that includes us making videos of ourselves singing in the car, proposing to trees, and dancing to madness in hotel rooms; the evidence to this lies in my lappietop)
Did you live your life? Have you, despite your (self-assumed) shortcomings, found the courage to break free and do the things you have always wanted to do with your friends? Did you break the rules, just once, to see how it tastes?
Live your life. Because when the clock strikes 12, and you realise it's too late to do the crazy, you'll wish you had before.
Alright, rambling over for now; Emmy out!