smells like nostalgia and youth

spent the day with jojo today. marina barrage's gallery cafe is actually a pretty good place. we were just talking and i concluded that i just dont seem to care about events in life as much as i used to.i used to think a great deal of 'what-if's but for as long as i can remember i havent been doing that, i dont put any meaning into things or events in life anymore, which to a certain extent is pretty sad. should i not be at the peak of my life at this age? but then again perhaps it's just a shift of attitudes and priorities in life i guess.

so anyway i was inspired to look back at my old entries. woah ive been blogging for 7 years now. i still remember who and what triggered it. how twists and turns eventually made us physical neighbours at this point in life. i dare say things would have been very different if the timings changed. okay, duh!

i faithfully read the entries from 03 to 04 and sigh, i missed my production days. going to sch at wee hours like 4am, tech runs, rehearsals, backstage. how after 4 yrs, being the most senior i still ended up as a effing runner. how i was never given a chance, how yf and i were badly lashed at by mr yeo. how i could operate a sound system but was never given the chance either. miss doing stage markings, running around, competing who can coil cables the fastest. damn i miss coiling cables challenges. the different tyes of microphones, lights, floor plans. pride in work. red carpets.

i forgot. forgot one was a girl guide who knows how to start a campfire, another one the president of the drama club. names like smelly melly. how we passed post-its to cheer one another up and have ppl making my name in cookies and oreo cheesecakes. how we get super excited for wear-what-you-want days which come once a year. i also found out that i actually gave xl's confirmation a miss.

if it's anything to go by, at least half of the ppl i mentioned in my posts are still by my side and im truly grateful for that. life 7 years ago was much simpler, silly cracking of heads about how to buy cigarettes and hooch at 7-11s'. how the only means of transport was prolly bus or at best cabs, gotta be home by eleven or so.

oh well. another day reserved for reading entries from 05 to 08.