i remember knowing i was growing old back in JC.. because it was the first time people the crossed paths in my life started to pass away. There was Mr Ho, then Justina, then my grand mother, then my grand father. That's kind of depressing but also a sign that, well, we're growing up and the world's not gonna stop for us.
today i received an email and I KNOW I AM GROWING UP WHEN I FOUND OUT...
one of my friends is getting married. like. are you serious? and then i turn and look at my i/c ... 19 September 1986. oh goodness, I am 22 this year. that makes my brother almost 30 (28). like, since when was the last time i imagined my brother being anywhere close to 30 years old.
its scary and how they say you race to grow up when you're little, only to try with utmost desperation to slow down when the realization of age starts to sink back in again.
a little tribute to all our childhood....
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