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?