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| Doesn't Xanga ever purge and delete inactive blogs...?
I backscrolled and read a number of old posts that I had made.
My 1st post was written on 1st May 2003.
It is 10th November 2008.
5 and a half years old...
Unlike others, I am a one-blog-man.
Never changed, never moved.
I guess that's good when you're in one of your nostalgic moods, which I have been for some time.
What has changed since then?
..... I don't even dare to begin thinking about it.
Looking back, I am surprised at how verbose and candid I was in my posts.
Even then, I don't remember why I typed some of the posts that I did.
I feel warm and glowy now.
I sit in my chair and I recollect the years that I spent in NUS, the people that I hung out with.
I remember the events...
I remember eating Indian and Malay rice everyday because they had the shortest queues,
I remember playing Taiti and Bridge,
I remember studying in 6th Floor Central Lib Jap Resource Section,
I remember studying in the 5th floor corner corner and dingy section,
I remember studying on a bench in Business,
I remember having to bug drivers to help me transport music equipment to Biz LT when I was in Exco,
I remember Mass Dance...
I remember the people...
I remember attending classes with you,
I remember clubbing with you guys, Joy Joy Bash,
I remember going home with you,
I remember drinking with you,
I remember the Milo Bar that we shared,
I remember you getting pissed off with me for no good reason,
I remember playing soccer with you,
I remember praying with you,
I remember dinner at Clementi at one of the three coffeeshops with you,
I remember studying with you,
I remember queueing for yong tao foo with you,
I remember you answering my phone,
I remember freezing with you,
I remember puking with you,
I remember...
Is nostalgia a good thing?
I wonder if it is something which prevents me from moving forward as quickly.
Maybe I just wanna hold on to the good things of the past cuz I still feel that I've not fully savoured every minute...
Ahhh, this feels good.
Let's do this again soon.
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| This blog is so "yesterday" can?
I mean... c'mon... I don't even look like that anymore.
Haha!
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| It seemed such a long time off that I'd never really considered it a possibility...
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People told me to avoid getting a pet because if you thought maintaining it was tough,
you haven't experienced anything yet...
Then others told me that if you thought toilet training was tough,
you haven't experienced anything yet...
Then someone told that if you thought having to look after a sick pet was tough,
you haven't experienced anything yet...
I didn't really buy it.
However, when faced with the certainty of it dying,
it's truly an entirely different experience altogether.
Something that maintaining, toilet training and nursing it back to health could never compare with.
In any case,
It is my good fortune to be able to experience a lifetime within 11 years.
The regret that I experience now is a testament to the old adage that,"Men only miss what they are about to lose". It is really a lesson that we must apply to all the human relationships that we are surrounded by.
As I close the final pages of my story with this friend,
this book becomes, for me, the background on which the others, past; present and future, are written.
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Strangely enough,
after 11 years... It still does not seem like a possibility.
And then it suddenly hits...
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| Here's why... Don't think we'll ever hear such sad songs again...
DON'T CRY JONI
Conway Twitty *Jimmy, please say you'll wait for me
I'll grow up some day you'll see
Saving all my kisses just for you
Shine with love forever true Joni was the girl who lived next door
I've known her, I guess ten years or more
Joni wrote me a note one day
and this is what she had to say
(Repeat *) Slowly I read her note once more
then I went over to the house next door
Her teardrops fell like rain that day
when I told her what I had tosay Joni, Joni, please don't cry
You'll forget me by and by
You'll just fifteen and I'm twenty two
and Joni I just can't wait for you Soon I left out little home town
got me a job and try to settle down
But these words keep on my memmory
the words that Joni said to me
(repeat *) I packed my clothes and I got a plane
and I had to see Joni, I had to explain
how my heart was filled with her memory
and my Joni she marry me I run on the way to the house next door
but they weren't like they were before
My teardrops fell like rain that day
when I heard what Joni had to say Jimmy, Jimmy. please don't cry
You'll forget me by and by
It hasn't been for you since you're being gone
Jimmy, I marry your best friend John
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| This is an ad for something that I will be at this Saturday... (if it dont come out right, just click on the link pls)
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It is based on Theology on Tap, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theology_on_Tap, tho i dont know if wiki's a gd link for it.
It's really informal and more like just talkin cock wif others with an element of God involved.
Food and drinks (non-alcoholic) will be provided...
For more details pls visit: Living Stones Online
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