I'm gonna write all that comes to mind for this entry.
I have a special feeling for old things. No, it has got nothing to do with vintage or retro. Yellow-ed walls, old buildings, big empty spaces in empty buildings; they give me a feeling i can't describe. It's something like nolstagia, but it's not.
Who will I be if I'm not ME? I seriously don't know. Why is it that I am decreed a Singaporean? An Asian? Yellow-skinned? Not that I mind, but are all these things fated to be the way they are? How will I be like if I live in another country? I would really want to get a taste of life and culture in other countries, say the States. Would I be different? Would I look different?
Why is life like this? Why can't I fathom life? I don't understand.
Why are we born into this world? For what reason?
I can't figure out what i want in life.
I've wasted so much time in the past, not knowing how to cherish memories and people. I've hurt people. I hate it.
Are we going to stay the same forever? What will I do if i meet someone who one had an acquaintance with me? Why do people change?
Will we keep our promise of keeping in touch with one another?
I don't want to forget all the good old memories we had together. I wish I could have taken down every second of my life in video.
It's so complicating.
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