My Facebook Experience

It's funny how old alumni's connect and find one another through facebook. It's funny how I got this message in my inbox- "are you jane's daughter?" from a complete stranger. It's funny how time flies.

I put myself into that position, and find that yes it is possible that one day, one way or another, I might just find myself sending a message (on whatever mode of communication device possible during that era)(but i hope i won't) to my friends' kids and ask, " are you natalie's son?" (colby. lol)/ "are you kristine's daughter?"/ "are you lillian's son?" (lol much!). And then there may be the gathering, where it will always be interesting to see how time changed that person, that person who ran around the school screaming and shrieking, that person who cried for 3 consecutive months during primary 1, that person who was the clown of the class, that person who peed in his pants on the first day of school, that person who picked his nose in class and then threw tantrums, that person who cheated during spm, that person who was always into bgr simultaneously, into a whole different individual. Their realm of knowledge and life vastly expanded, different responsibilities weighing on their shoulders. But inside, that kid remained.

obt tomorrow, i have a tendency to waste time like this.