Watching the first 2 episodes of Friends certainly brings me back to much simpler times. The series ran from 1994-2003. That's 10 years of my life which I spent growing up watching the show almost in a religious manner. Sure before I was 13 all I could was trying to understand what was actually being said but after that, I couldn't help but to be amused at all their antics.
It's strange though how quickly time has actually flew by. I still remember how it is when I was 7 and even though I am nearing a quarter of a century, I still remember being 7 rather vividly. Well, time has passed by too quickly. Yet, as we get older, all we ever do is to rush from place to place, hope that class will end sooner and whatnot. Wonder why people never got down to grasp the concept of just being in the moment really. It is at that moment where neither the past nor the future really matters. Money wise, that's the quickest way to go broke. But nevertheless, it's worth it all!
I wish that Pandora box never gets opened too much. Things right now are simply to delicate to just be discussed casually. I guess I am at a stage that every manner, every motion, every thought, ever word matters! I am being scrutinized! It comes to a stage that well, under a lot of pressure, I might just break. But I guess that doesn't really matter to many since everyone believes that I am unbreakable. Perhaps it's the way I portray myself. Then again, once you manage to access the inner child, all you end up seeing is someone who is pretty much very messed up. This is the kid whose parents never showed up for any of his matches or has shown an sign of support for his interests. Yeah, well, so I didn't join the NCC. Guess that must have been a very great disappointment to my dad. But then again, I found something which I truly love and have stuck with it ever since. I suppose, rugby has been the main constant in my life.
I can't help but to look out for any familiar face standing in the crowd whenever I play. I suppose this has been a learnt habit which I picked up ever since I played my first finals which my parents dismissed as something which was not important at all. So ever since then, I am always on the look out for any familiar face or faces because i'd only tell someone about a match if I care enough for their presence. But I am learning that my team on the field needs me more even if its for that short period of time because everyone simply goes their own separate ways afterwards. To me, if you don't show up, you don't care enough about what I care about.
Well, I guess that's enough self-pity for now. I really don't know what's going on with me. This sure sounds like a suicide note written by some 12 year old but oh wells, sometimes being incoherent can be rather therapeutic.
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