Monday, April 25, 2005

* * * Memories are the greatest wealth of Life... * * *

Went back to school to return the music cds which i have borrowed a week ago with sis. Then went to Mensa for lunch and back home again. Was practically doing nothing after that. Online reading stories.

And when I was walking out my room just now, I noticed the photgraphs on the wall. It's a double photo frame. The photos were taken years ago with my grandparents and my cousins. We were all so young then. And when I took a closer look, I realise that my grandpa (paternal side) had aged alot. My grandpa in the photo wasn't the one which I had memories of him. They seemed like two different people. Time do passed and people do aged.

I remembered that there was once when I woke up and started to ask myself how does my grandpa looks. I was stunned, filled with guilt, when I couldn't remember his face at the moment. Something which I thought I will never forget. And when I finally remembered how he look like, I was glad. To think I ever forget how my grandparents look like is a sin to me.

Perhaps it's high time that all of us should take note of such small details. Like taking photographs with our grandparents, with our families and friends whom we seldom get to meet. Memories may fade away one day, but photographs wouldn't just vanish if it was kept properly.Getting a little sentimental, but I'm really worried that one day I will forget someone whom was just too important to me at a certain phrase of my life. I don't want to lose these memories. For these are just the wealth which I may have all my life. Lolx.

And I guessed my sis was pissed off with me just now when I commented on her results. I mean, I know that it wasn't that she didn't put in her best for the papers. But I felt that a grade down just because of a lack of participation in class is not fair. Not that she didn't do well, I felt that she did rather well. But I don't understand why she don't bother to achieve full participation marks for her lessons. Speaking out in class ain't something bad. She had the confidence of doing so. I knew it. But I am puzzled by why she refuses to do so.

But I had always envied my sis, for being able to achieve good and constant results. Mum and Dad were happy and proud of her. Me too, despite the fact that she always says that I am constantly scolding her. Hai~ Something must be wrong with me. But I can't find the cause of it. I need medicine which can change me of what I wasn't proud of myself. Practically, everything.

Just Someone posted at 3:06 PM