I really like bowling again. Remembering those days when we went down to west bowl twice and more per week. It was just such awesome fun. ABsolutely delirious. It was just pure innocent fulfilling fun with no qualms whatsoever. Where did those days all go?! My my. Now, even if at the same lanes, playing the same games, the conversations will never be the same and the joy will never be as spontaneous. I think that although ultimately we still stick around each others' lives, it seems impossible to just sit there and enjoy each others' company anymore. Life becomes a ritual, where goals and action need to be done before satisfaction. Boring each other and enjoying silence and sharing dumb jokes, wild dreams, silly friends, seem a fad long overdue. Sure, the bonds and link will never change. But it's all so evident. Some of us moved on. For people like me, it's just a little confusing. What do we do? Convert or lament? Is there a good compromise?



Striving eveyday is actually trying to retrieve all the joy we had and hoping we can thus avoid all the sad things at the same time. But really, we are still we. What else can we ask for? Do you remember that even rain could not stop us? Now, a drizzle seems disaster. Not to say good old boredom. My my, simple things actually break your heart. Like growing up, and no longer believing in fantasies.



I want my ice cream castles!