The separation of fact and fictionI can't stress how refreshing it is to spend time with the new versions of your old friends. Reminiscing the times you never thought would surface again. You find people who are still able to recall so much about you, even to the tiniest bit of detail. Which surprises me a great deal and goes much deeper than flattery. It is beautiful to remember how unguarded we were as children. The mental and emotional freedom we possess until the (usually more consequential) trial and tribulations we endure as adolescents. Hearing that good things have been said about you in your absence is always reassuring. For some self-involved reason, I appreciate it a lot when I hear that people ask about me, speak as though I am somehow still apart of their lives and just genuinely care about how I am. Receiving phone calls and "I-haven't-seen-you-in-ages" invitations out is the best. It makes me feel all tingly inside, or more precisely, missed.I love it that those whom I call friends, are really extraordinary normal people. Kids with incredible qualities and undeniable talent. This I realised in light of the sickening superficialty I encounter too often. These kids are truly humble. They hardly ever act too cool, too good, or too arrogant for anything. And for all those that I have met, bumped into and spoken to, I just needed to say thank you.PS: Happy 19th Birthday Nurul Aliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I love you sayang. God bless.
( a l y a a ) @ Saturday, July 22, 2006 / 5:29 pm /