Have you guys ever stop to wonder what happened to the people who we used to know but lost contact with? Do you wonder how much they’ve grown up? Do you wonder how they look like now? Do you wonder about what kind of person they are right now? Do you wonder what went on all those years you were absent from their lives?
… Or maybe i’m just too curious for my own good?
I wonder so much, my brain could explode from all those thoughts each day especially when i get tiny lil reminders or catch a whiff of some old memory or dejavu. When an old friend adds you up in facebook, the natural thing for most busybodies like me would be to catch up on their stats, info and of course, their photos because curiousity kills the cat and people like me really wants to know how they look like after all these years. Most times i close the window feeling envious of that old friend, girl or guy.. no matter, because it feels like they’ve grown so much more good looking and grown up over the years that we’ve been separated while i’m still looking terrifyingly similiar to how i looked like in 2000. With my fashion sense staying stagnant since 2000, it doens’t help my self image either.
What sucks even more is the fact that they have done things or seen things that they can be proud of, while here i am, having the same experiences since they last saw me except i’m probably a lil more well travelled than the 9-years-ago-me. It feels like they’ve grown up so much more than i did while i’m still happily doing the things i did 9 years ago. I can’t believe i turned down the study abroad to US. Sigh. Goodbye LA. Goodbye UCLA. Why do i do this to myself? I’m so bad at making decisions, i really do need someone to make decisions for me. It’s exactly the same feeling like when i turned down U. of Chicago down. US is definitely the place i wanna be and live in but i keep turning it down for UK eventhough i don’t exactly love being here. You can ask me why, but i don’t know why myself..
On the bright side, since i’ve been back, i’ve been trying things out. I’m trying to improve so i’ve been spending all my days at the beach and the coolest thing was that i caught two big fishes on the first day of self improvement so that’s a big encouragement. If i’m feeling adventurous, i might even try head to the gym but hahahaha good luck juan. (No i am not crazy yet!) It helps when the boyfriend is a stubborn, outdoorsy person who will literally pick a screaming me off the couch and stuff me in a car leaving me with no choice unless i wanna attempt to walk home from serasa myself. It also helps that i miss the beach so much that i am willing to risk facing all chinese mom’s wrath by turning 10 shades darker by choice. What’s the big deal with being fair anyway? Geez. Too fair = sick has always been my thought but oh well, can’t exactly disagree with the big police at home.
I notice i’m going out of point so i shall stop the blog here before i start yapping on about dancing elephants in the sky. No pictures of the fishies or beaches to make you UK people drool like crazy because silly me left my sim card and everything that’s important in Manchester.
