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hell, we all change.

on a sudden whim, i decided to look through our old family photographs. it was a tender feeling relieving memories, with scraps of little events appearing in my brain from time to time, triggered by that shot of togetherness. back when my dad was around, seems as though the family looked pretty much complete.

several trends i've noticed in the photos:

1. my dad never smiles. or rather, he had just one semi-smiling photo and another when he was carrying a baby me, taken offguard.
2. my mother's spectacle frames became smaller and smaller over the years.
3. my sister was a lot cuter when she was younger. our baby photos looked almost identical, except we took turns being the fattest.
4. my eyes became really sad and droopy the year i turned 10.

time is so cruel. perhaps in this sense we can't be blamed for being selfish creatures, because we already have all these immediate things we should be worrying about.

it is amazing how people can handle change. sometimes we make a conscious effort to adapt to them, and other times we are just thrown into situations, like potato sacks.

i don't believe most of us will have expected us to be where we are, but i think we move on because of little goals that we set for ourselves, be it to pass your PSLE, become staff sergeant in your CCA, get into mass comm, or forget about dickheads.

i've been thoroughly inspired by this quote from Wole Soyinka, one of the people featured in Vanity Fair as Africans who have changed their nations. he said that people who can write should put the power of words to good use, because if they don't then they don't deserve their talent.

Wole Soyinka is a writer, playwright, and amongst many other things a Nobel laureate. i think that people like him are actually all over the place, just that many of us are afraid to expend on what we can do. and guess what? we are hardly living in poverty.

I blogged @ 4:21 PM