is it normal behaviour?. I like to hang around places which i have fond memoeries of my crush like my old school , or old home neighbourhood ect.. Then i try to time travel myself back.
of course its normal... u miss those old skool place u've been hanging ard. I went back to my old home and that playground in b.panjang i used to chill
ok carry on emo ba .
yes yes go ahead
and keep doing that for the next 20 years
nobody is stopping u
nobody is telling u to wake up ur idea
its not ur fault
its the whole world's fault
it is never ur fault
blame ns, blame ur gf cos she change of heart
blame education
blame everything except urself
well done
Originally posted by gigabyte14:yes yes go ahead
and keep doing that for the next 20 years
nobody is stopping u
nobody is telling u to wake up ur idea
its not ur fault
its the whole world's fault
it is never ur fault
blame ns, blame ur gf cos she change of heart
blame education
blame everything except urself
well done
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Originally posted by Nasi lemak in sg is best:is it normal behaviour?. I like to hang around places which i have fond memoeries of my crush like my old school , or old home neighbourhood ect.. Then i try to time travel myself back.
When u learn to let go then u will achieve yr happiness.
If it`s once in a while then why not ?
But if it`s almost every week then move on man
Originally posted by Nasi lemak in sg is best:is it normal behaviour?. I like to hang around places which i have fond memoeries of my crush like my old school , or old home neighbourhood ect.. Then i try to time travel myself back.
like what karma88 had said.. its ok if its once in a while la.. people live for future , not for the past.
i have no freaking idea why but i felt embarrassed posting below TS
It is ok to visit places you used to go but don't let the past stand in the way for you now to achieve happiness.
I sometimes go back to those places. Fond memory!
If i miss the person so much I will specially make a trip to the old place to reminisce
Its good to look back at the good things but not the bad things.
Instead reflect on your bad things from your past and figure what is the problem and
try to improve, its call 'growing up'.
Originally posted by Q.C.Pak:Its good to look back at the good things but not the bad things.
Instead reflect on your bad things from your past and figure what is the problem and
try to improve, its call 'growing up'.
Well said, QC.
Coming end of the month, hope everything will be well for you
Try to go some where new and broaden your horizon. Everything change.
If the place reminds me of some unpleasant past, i will just leave it as it is.
I like old places where i grow up. It makes me feel very comfortable in the skin but kind of sad when you see those places change.
Originally posted by Fantagf:
Well said, QC.Coming end of the month, hope everything will be well for you
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Originally posted by Q.C.Pak:
Tomorrow lor...
good. Hope to hear good news from you. Let me know status.
Originally posted by Fantagf:
good. Hope to hear good news from you. Let me know status.
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it was already 11.30p.m after a hectic day at the office. The usual SBS bus had not arrived yet. I decided to take an alternate bus service that plied a longer route, as I did not wish to take the chance that my usual bus will arrive, since it was almost time that a last service would either be on the way or would have left.
As the passenger-empty bus travelled along the unfamilar route, I glimpsed ahead in the dark, a dim silhoulette of a school. The one I had studied at before. On an impulse and with a sense of an unknown longing pulling me, i got up, pressed the bell to get off at the nearest bus stand.
The bus quietly rolled away after alighting me. I walked the short distance to my former school, and found it fully fenced up around the commodious grounds and gates locked, with not a sign of anyone in the deserted landscape, save for a few passing cars heading home to their mansions far ahead.
It had been years that I returned since my graduation from here. Looking up from the gates, I could see my previous classroom on the second floor of the main block nearby. Gripping the rusty bars with my bare hands, I hurled myself over the portal and landed onto the school's compound.
Under the pale moonlight and twinkling stars, I made my way to my former classroom. Lonely and quiet, with not even a chicada chirping away, I sat down on my former seat.
Suddenly, the room came alive and as bright as a morning classroom could be, right before my eyes and filled with people! Infront of me was Yuet Heng, with her pony tails and usual well pressed pinafore,chatting animatedly to plumb rosy cheeked Susan. On my left was Arul, my best buddy, copying my maths homework so that he could hand it up later.
They seemed not to notice me. I reached forward to pull Yuet Heng's hair, as I often did playfully, but my fists grasped only air where her hair was. Turning to my right, Johan and Sam were reading their comic books. I called out to them, but they heard me not.
In frustration, I shouted out, and in that moment, the cold chill darkness returned. The living figures seemed to float away, everything else disappearing into the bleak nighttide. I then realised it was my imagination playing tricks, memories long buried of a happier and innocent time once lived.
In sadness, I stumbled out, headed to the courtyard and made my way out thru climbing over the gates again, noticing only then that this school would be torn down soon to make way for new developement, another victim of Singapore's ongoing urban renewal programmes.
With a heavy heart, suffering from long lost but cherished memories, I paced the silent lited pavement,buffeted with cool gentle breezes flowing around me, making that journey home, alone, wishing all the while that time could be unwound back.
Back to my school days where there were friendships made, relationships formed, trials and tribulations of life shared. filled with joys, naivety and innocence. Books, education, passing exams were not the only thing that mattered.
In a few hours more, a new day will dawn, a rekindled hope for a better tomorrow will arise, and each moment to be treasured and cherished, for it will be fleetingly gone before one knows it. Everything else is transient, only the memories remain. They are part of humanity's gift that is called life...
Therefore, seize each day and make the best of it, before it turns into memories, memories of which good or bad, happy or sad is within our own freewill and choice.
Originally posted by xtreyier:it was already 11.30p.m after a hectic day at the office. The usual SBS bus had not arrived yet. I decided to take an alternate bus service that plied a longer route, as I did not wish to take the chance that my usual bus will arrive, since it was almost time that a last service would either be on the way or would have left.
As the passenger-empty bus travelled along the unfamilar route, I glimpsed ahead in the dark, a dim silhoulette of a school. The one I had studied at before. On an impulse and with a sense of an unknown longing pulling me, i got up, pressed the bell to get off at the nearest bus stand.
The bus quietly rolled away after alighting me. I walked the short distance to my former school, and found it fully fenced up around the commodious grounds and gates locked, with not a sign of anyone in the deserted landscape, save for a few passing cars heading home to their mansions far ahead.
It had been years that I returned since my graduation from here. Looking up from the gates, I could see my previous classroom on the second floor of the main block nearby. Gripping the rusty bars with my bare hands, I hurled myself over the portal and landed onto the school's compound.
Under the pale moonlight and twinkling stars, I made my way to my former classroom. Lonely and quiet, with not even a chicada chirping away, I sat down on my former seat.
Suddenly, the room came alive and as bright as a morning classroom could be, right before my eyes and filled with people! Infront of me was Yuet Heng, with her pony tails and usual well pressed pinafore,chatting animatedly to plumb rosy cheeked Susan. On my left was Arul, my best buddy, copying my maths homework so that he could hand it up later.
They seemed not to notice me. I reached forward to pull Yuet Heng's hair, as I often did playfully, but my fists grasped only air where her hair was. Turning to my right, Johan and Sam were reading their comic books. I called out to them, but they heard me not.
In frustration, I shouted out, and in that moment, the cold chill darkness returned. The living figures seemed to float away, everything else disappearing into the bleak nighttide. I then realised it was my imagination playing tricks, memories long buried of a happier and innocent time once lived.
In sadness, I stumbled out, headed to the courtyard and made my way out thru climbing over the gates again, noticing only then that this school would be torn down soon to make way for new developement, another victim of Singapore's ongoing urban renewal programmes.
With a heavy heart, suffering from long lost but cherished memories, I paced the silent lited pavement,buffeted with cool gentle breezes flowing around me, making that journey home, alone, wishing all the while that time could be unwound back.
Back to my school days where there were friendships made, relationships formed, trials and tribulations of life shared. filled with joys, naivety and innocence. Books, education, passing exams were not the only thing that mattered.
In a few hours more, a new day will dawn, a rekindled hope for a better tomorrow will arise, and each moment to be treasured and cherished, for it will be fleetingly gone before one knows it. Everything else is transient, only the memories remain. They are part of humanity's gift that is called life...
Therefore, seize each day and make the best of it, before it turns into memories, memories of which good or bad, happy or sad is within our own freewill and choice.
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Originally posted by Nasi lemak in sg is best:is it normal behaviour?. I like to hang around places which i have fond memoeries of my crush like my old school , or old home neighbourhood ect.. Then i try to time travel myself back.
It is not abnormal, especially if she is your one and only crush thus far.
Many people also wish to turn back time if possible, though obviously it is not.