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Sometimes I can’t help but to feel that I’ve let my blog readers down. You know, you who refresh my blog to see if I’ve written anything intelligible or otherwise, only to… well, I don’t know how or what you feel seeing that I generally don’t ask for opinions regarding my blog posts.
Occasionally S and I would reminisce the good ol’ years of blogging. I think she still gets the concept right — as in how we used to blog. Words, just overflowing words to be jotted down and presented in some forms of structures to be comprehensible. I think I’ve lost that many moons ago, and when S prods me on the words that never came, I’d just wave it off citing growing up as an excuse. When I was 24, I felt many, many things. If that wasn’t enough, then I suppose I’ll never reach the emotional high worthy of Johnny Cash’s version of Hurt. It is unfortunate that I go through the motions these days, but that comes with being 27. Now all ye 35 and 40 are going to cry foul. Will there be a barrage of ‘you’re still young, et cetera’? I know how you feel. I wished I was 24 again.
It is definitely easier to ‘omg’, ‘wtf’ and ‘bbq’ and I have latched on to those more than you would know. The last time I cried was the movie preview of “The Kite Runner”. The last time I laughed was listening to a sound clip that goes, “your phone is ringing, your fucking phone is ringing”. It just takes a longer time now to chronicle and translate all those emotions into words.
Ryan is getting spectacles today. Genetic hyperopia, commonly known as long-sightedness. His mother cried because she felt so sorry for him. I don’t think I’ll ever know what that feels like, unless I accept John Mayer’s marriage proposal and bear him 3 kids as stated in the contract. Sacrifices, I know.
On an entirely different matter, “Tiau and Tew” as reported in the papers, how funny was that? 
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I use bloglines so I still surf over when you’ve put something new!
But getting closer to the topic, to me blogging is more than verbal (or mental) diarrhea. Words, yes, but tempered with thought and of course, the feeling of the moment that excites you. Actually, I think that’s what you said. So are you saying you’re not feeling so excites anymore?
why blog if its no fun? nuff said.
Poor Ryan, so young have to wear specs already. I’m still at page 16 of The Kite Runner and the movie hit the screen. Sigh. I should watch the movie then finish the book. Then Baba will say that I’m a good boy.
u know u like it, internet celebrity. stop whinging!
davidlian: i use iGoogle now thanks to ky
but a lot of rss feeds don’t work, i don’t know why. well, like i said, i go through the motions these days. i read a lot of blogs, news, but i hardly ever blog about them because… well, other people are doing it so beautifully
eyeris: it’s still lots and lots of fun for me. just the awareness that some people may expect something else
simon: i have yet to read the book, but am gonna. but dono la. it’s going to take a lot out of me. a lot of ppl say that the movie left out a lot of details (obviously) but i thought cinematography etc was brilliant
kim: YA SLOWMO
“Tiau and Tew”
Glad to know I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Tongue-in-cheek, perhaps?
I think I still have the news clipping…
i hope this is just one of them down days for u.
i for one, still enjoy ur writing.
‘You know, you who refresh my blog to see if I’ve written anything intelligible’
Well, I refresh to see if you’ve written anything, intelligible or otherwise.
‘When I was 24, I felt many, many things.’
When I was a teenager I felt many things and the girls attached to them slapped my face … well, some of them did!
‘I know how you feel. I wished I was 24 again.’
I also wish to feel a 24 year old again … oh wait, I think I misread that! d’oh!!!
‘Genetic hyperopia’
Well, my brother Jeff got glasses very young too, and the other kids at kindergarten wanted to get glasses as well as they thought he was special. Well, he sort of was special, he has a misshapen eye which he can’t focus with.
My nephews have Genetic Hyperdrive, so they run around like little monkeys and won’t stop!
Whoah when you hit 30 I really wonder what’s gonna happen.
27 is like… so young lah.
it’s gone past the point of not caring how the world is – if I don’t care, there’s no emotion to fuel creativity.
*shrugs*
Yah yah…johnny cash and suanie rules!
i so faham you. yay! i’m happy though.
OK, got to be said, got to be done –
Yeah, you reckoned you would get comments from 30-40 year olds telling you how pathetic your mid-20s “crisis” is? Well, here it comes….
Me = 43 – Suffered major depressive illness, family suicide (my brother didn’t even make 18, sweetie), alcoholism (not unrelated to former problems) lost all interest in life despite having a supportive (and beyond belief, frankly, tolerant) wife (whom you know), hit the bottom, seen the heights – and you know what, cruel to be kind – ease off the iced lattes and hit the gym, my friend, because cliched as it is, you will regain the zest for life, the feelings that accompany purest joy, finest emotions, and get out of any trough you may be in.
Of course, as a (n almost qualified Certified Fitness Instructor) I *would* say that, but really, never let your memories be greater than your ambitions or your dreams. Some of us will go out of our way to help you, because, been there Suanie, been there too many times it’s not funny anymore, and eventually only lived to enjoy life more as every day passes.
And it has NOTHING to do with age. (Although it gets better after 40, LOL!)
Cliche, cliche, cliche = eventual TRUTH!
hahaha i lvoe Grant S’s “cliche, cliche, cliche = eventual TRUTH!” well said!
poor ryan!