i chanced upon one photo album from the time i was in primary 5 and loved taking photos. i was 11. it’s only 5 years ago.
we didn’t care about unglam shots then. not as much as we do now. and i was looking at some shots where i seemed almost scrawny and i realize i’ve never ever really been fat, even at 7 or 8 when i was (technically) overweight, other than my very chubby facial structure, i’ve been… thin.
it’s something i have to grapple with. maybe this year i didn’t lose that much weight, i just started noticing it.
i used to be so, so happy. you can see the radiance in the photos. i found photos of my 8th birthday party, and i don’t talk to half the people in that photo anymore. friends i’ve totally lost touch with, but some are still my friends. it’s just… wow.
i wonder where i’ll be in another 5 years. there are some friends i’d really like to keep, but i won’t be sad to lose the others. i don’t feel sad now, looking back at those photos with the people i used to be really close to, i don’t feel sad that we aren’t good friends anymore.
i’ve moved on. that’s life.
there are some … i regret though. you know how you think you’ve found your soulmate, the one person who truly understands you … and then you realize you were wrong, all along.
i’ve always asked (God) for the perfect best friend, and now looking back i think i just let one go by letting her drift by. and now we’ve gone so far from each other that we’d probably not even recognize each other anymore.
and what i can’t deal with is that i used to be so, so happy. not like in NJ with all the politics where i have bittersweet triumphs and occasional bouts of joy with the BFFs, but true unadulterated happiness.
i was a real prima donna kid, somehow i’ve lost that. i’ve lost the unnerving, overwhelming, almost cocky confidence that made me (in)famous.
CHIJ is the <3, and looking at those photos i wonder if my true calling in life is a simpler one… of just setting up another CHIJ school in another country, a place where girls get a chance at a holistic education (no by holistic i don’t mean you build your portfolio and get good grades, i mean your character actually gets honed and the school would rather you have morals than As) and perhaps animals can seek refuge too.
STC was home to a few cats. one of which named kittygirl, i really loved her, and she died about one year ago. when i found out i started crying, because i really did love her.
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in ALIAS, vaughn told sydney this:
“Syd, before you say you’re okay with me going back to the CIA, i need you to know 2 things:
1. i loved you so much, it almost killed me.
2. i don’t regret moving on”
and that’s all i have to say to my past, to the good times, the bad times, and those rebellious preteen angsty bouts, and of course to the people and the things, the schools i loved most.
i’ve moved on.
and if it makes you happy to see me happy, then happy is what i will be.
once an IJ girl, always an IJ girl, & i’m proud to be part of the family.
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