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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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:: Writing on the First Page of the Next Chapter of My Life ::

:: Writing on the First Page of the Next Chapter of My Life ::

As we live our lives, we are given the opportunity to remember and recall our past, which comes in milestones
Which I have come to know as "Chapters".
Every chapter is a significant milestone that heralds the start of something big to come;
The start of an exciting side quest in this journey of a lifetime.
Primary school.
Secondary school.
Junior College.
The Army.
My first job.
Interspersed with events such as:
My first flight in an aeroplane.
My first dog.
My first pair of Reebok shoes.
My first Amstrak computer.
My first love and more.
And from tomorrow, I'll be writing on the first page of the next chapter of my life.

My sister Angela and me attended Max and Annie's wedding lunch at Conrad this afternoon.
Annie is the youngest daughter of my nanny, who took care of me during the earlier days of my life.
I grew up, and we lost touch for about a decade or two.
Then one day, my nanny suddenly contacted my mom, and told her about Annie's wedding.
Mom had to work, at the salon, so I decided to ask Angela along.
The wedding was like any other wedding.
Other than my nanny we could no longer recognize Annie, or her sisters.
Or the other playmates I must have had plenty of fun with during my toddler days.

"This is Ben. When you were younger then you used to play with him all the time," nanny remarked.
I smiled and extended a handshake with Ben. He smiled back.
It was a blank to the both of us, but we shook and smiled, nonetheless.
We existed in her memory, and that itself sufficed.

"Ah girl, I've something to pass you," Nanny's neighbour said to Angela.
In an envelope she took out two washed-out photos of Angela while she was still a baby.
Surprised, Angela thanked the neighbour profusely.
"I never had any photos of myself when I was younger," she noted.
"Looks like your son," I smiled and added.

In that split second I felt something; something heartfelt, something not easy to articulate.
This neighbour, who has not seen us for almost two decades, made the effort to pass the photos to Angela.
There was something more that changed hands that moment.
It was the passing of a memory from one to another.
Like the recounting of a past incident from grandpa to grandson - from old to young.
With the neighbour's good grace, Angela suddenly remembered, that moment, once more.
As we move onto the next chapters of our lives, the older ones move theirs one chapter closer to their ending.
And so, we inherit from our elders, their treasure chest of memories, in the form of tales, of pictures and photos, and objects.
Hence we should do the same as well, and continue to document our chapters.
Before we grow even older, and remember no more.

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you are so sentimental and emo. i dunno whether to love you or hate you. i will roll a dice.

fwah. ok, i love you.

kek :P

how would u wanna call this new chapter? it's seems like i cant relate in ur list. :]

The journey of life begun
That fateful day you were born
Your eyes opened up blissfully to the sun
Your soul, heart and brain emerged as one
Behold your journey had begun!

This little child in time has grown
Yes! Time has flown, time has flown
A lot has been learnt on your very own

Life has been a mystifying journey
With every up and down
With tears and laughter
With hate and love
With stupidity and wisdom
With foes and friends
But even in your journey of frustration
You have found a means of celebration
In your toilsome exploration to your fateful destination

Tick tock, the clock goes on
Minute by minute, then hourly
Month by month then yearly
Tick tock, and in my journey
You have searched, questioned and answered
Whilst walking painfully along many paths
Sometimes requesting protection
Seeking from above immunization
When hit by obstacles in locations

But you are still on this journey
Shaking hands with the sad and merry
Your passion for life which was once raw
Is now confined within the almighty’s law
For life's journey itself never ends
Once you have reached the end of each road
Uplifting off your entire cloggy load
Be it in a hot summer or a winter’s cold
Behold! A new journey will unfold

That's a beautiful observation, that it was the passing of a memory from one generation to another, not just old photos.

That's why I'm such a pack rat and keep almost everything that has sentimental value!


Like I say u are always too perfect, let me taint your blog a little.

Forget abt those useless "first"

Just write your first being "top", then first being "bottom" and first dildo, first "fist"!

U can skip your first bf, I know that already unless it different from what I imagine u can tell me.

In life we had many of our "first" experience...

Its is only when, after we had out "first" experience and from there on we embark on our journey.Life is all about experience. Experience which make us who are are today. It could be experience of joy, love, hate fear, all this make as whole . The richest man in the world is not one who makes the most money but the one who has really live through life.

A simple photo of our past to others its just a piece of paper but to you its a memory, a piece of you.

* O ya that day u never intro your sis name :P

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