Well, I told myself that I would do it. I had told myself that I would do the past few months when we were having problems, but I just never could bring myself to. Then when a good reason come along, I just was too depressed to do it. I finally enlisted my sister's help. She did it for me while I provided the empty boxes and empty cardboard cylinder. I even had enough strength to roll up the poster and stuff it in.
When I got home, I had the will to take the stuff and put it into the garage--safely behind the christmas stuff--never to see daylight again.
Until I have a tang of nostalgia.

We did have some good times.

The picture of us at Santa Monica is still so clear in my mind. Even without looking at the picture itself, I can still see the two youthful, innocent-looking faces standing against a whitish background. Their eyes are full of hope of the future. Yet they never knew what was coming--the good and the bad. And their smiles...a glimpse of that moment.
Nah, I don't think I will forget. That one moment is not painful nostaglia but a happy memory that lies in my past.

Well, because now I have so much free time. I am restarting my former online life again. :) I decided to e-mail Viv a few weeks ago...and she came back to life! Yay! I think I'll also try to get in contact with cos cos aka Dave. He was actually pretty cool although I was pretty annoying when I first met him. Then there's also Elaine. Oddly enough, I tried talking to Alston again. Uhum...can we say adversity? Ah well. People change. Hopefully, when I look back five years from now, I'll smile.

I still smile at the Heather incident in sixth grade. Geez, it has been almost seven years since then. My sister supported me despite the ridiculousness of my feat. I have always wondered what would happen if I hadn't sent that letter. I don't think I would have come as far as I have come today. That was the first impact of my life aka life-changing experience. I think Alan is the second.