Cleaning Up

Earlier today, I received a text uninviting me to something that I didn't expect to get invited to. The messenger was kind enough to try and sugar coat her words, though it was unnecessary, in all honesty. Didn't really feel disappointed considering I didn't expect to go with or without the ask.

Got me thinking (and yes, I have been regularly accused of overthinking) about how far things have fallen, and how much things have changed. It seemed like only yesterday that everything seemed to fall into place, to click and to work.

Not to say that nothing's good now. Far from it. Aside from the (rather serious) accident, work is actually really good. Getting into a good rhythm, and been gelling well with people there. I'd go so far to say my boss likes me. Weekly podcasts are fun too, and I take requests. So far the only one is to say "CRAP" more.

But today's events got me a-thinking, as I mentioned, and not for the first time I realize how easy it is to remember something you've tried so hard for so long to forget.

Just about done with mopping up my room, and clearing away things that should have been kept away before.

Refreshing.

Looking Back

Rather than wallow in what might have been, it's ultimately and infinitely better to appreciate and cherish what you did have.

I guess I'm beginning to get that now.

Echo

"There's a time and place for everything."

And the skies lit up.

An echo of a memory long gone but not forgot, letting the night grow quiet as it grew brighter.

Ten Things to Ten People

1. People think otherwise, and they might not believe me, but I know you're better than that. Have fun in Buffalo, I think that's where you'll be for a while.

2. You don't need to use big words to sound smart.

3. I wish you were still around, instead of being so far. When I heard you were leaving (again) it felt like running into a brick wall.

4. I'm surprised you still make the effort really. It's more than others have done. And I appreciate it. I'll do my best to make it dinner. Even though I hate yogurt.

5. TALKING IN CAPS is very annoying. Ironic that you keep talking about annoying things.

6. The whole perverted and sex-obsessed thing is getting really old really quickly.

7. You told me a long time ago that for the longest time, you couldn't listen to Class 95 at nights, but then got better. I know how you feel now.

8. You seem like someone making their own problems time and time again. And sometimes it feels like the only time  you talk to me is in between those problems.

9. I kept my promise not to forget you after graduation. Will you keep yours to be at mine next year? I don't think so, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Or how I feel about not seeing you the other day when I was told you might be there.

10. I don't think I'm being fair to you.

Hope It Will Come True

Relic

The past few days, all I was really thinking of was potentially bumping into someone today. It didn't happen. Somebody asked how I felt about that.

I'll tell you when I know.

New Rule

It's nice when you see those important to you, when you realize who they are and how important you are to them. At the same time though, it can be difficult if you're unfortunate enough to understand that you're not as important to others as you thought or hoped.

Just have to think about it, and ask yourself if you want to be that person's important person.

Sometimes the answers surprise you, and you can think up new rules for the way things work.

The Other Side

Everyone is gushing over the passing of a certain wife of a certain Singaporean. I don't know how it feels like to lose a spouse, but I'm sure it's beyond heart-wrenching. I'm sure that the widower is doing his best to get by, along with the rest of the family.

What really irks and annoys me though, is the reaction from the general public.

Not a few weeks ago, the "old man gonna die already" jokes were flying about thick and fast. Hell, teachers and lecturers used to crack them at least once a week in school it seemed. And now suddenly people are clicking "Like" on the deceased's Facebook page (which wasn't set up by her, I would assume) as if they've been supportive all along?

So why do people only bother, or seem to bother or maybe just want to appear to bother after someone has passed on? The old adage of "you don't know what you have til it's gone"  would be a popular answer to that, but really, it's bullshit. Same goes for the multitude of Michael Jackson fans who only signed up after he kicked the bucket. How many of them saw Moonwalker?

I'm not saying we shouldn't pay our respects. Death is never a nice thing. But seriously, if you've been saying all this while about how "he should hurry up and die", you have very little excuse for acting nice and altruistic now. The "oh I hope he will be OK" Tweets and Facebook statuses and the like are plain ridiculous.

How many other people passed away on that day? Are they any less special than that one lady? I'm sure she was - and probably still is - the world to her husband and family. I accept, expect and respect that. But was she to the rest of you? Now take a moment to think about how "sorry" or "sad" you feel when you hear about other deaths. The obituaries are there everyday. Do you take the time to look and wonder about how each of them might also deserve the same amount of attention?

A Nice Message

Timeless

Cheers

Woke up suddenly realizing I needed a hair cut. Started to wonder why I was keeping it long in the first place. Had it cut.

Moving on.