Now before I start on my Kieso Waygandt Warfield journey, I have some things to say.

It’s really sad to see things becoming so different from what it used to be. They always say photos are powerful because they capture the moment. And yes, that photo I stumbled upon just now really spoke to me. The three of us smiling so widely into the camera trying to squeeze our faces in. It was a sunny day, we were at Seng Kang flying kite. Then you come back to reality, and you see how that photos gets torn apart into unidentifiable pieces of memories. You see scenes of disappointment, shock, tears, angst, threatening smses, old love letters, twitter blocking, sarcastic words, hypocritical faces. A very, very unfamiliar familiarity. How did we get torn apart?

Forget about whose fault it is, and who’s feeling what at this present moment. I’m just angry. Angry at why I can only feed on memories and face brutal realities. Angry at why things just turn sour and don’t become any better. Angry at why as you grow up, faces get uglier and people get more screwed up. Angry at why life is about going downhill. 

Big big sigh. Not to mention videos and recordings I have been playing again and again recently. Where have those amazing chemistry went? Where have those rehearsals at my house went? What happened to those wonderful times we had auditioning and performing? How did we stop talking? How did we get torn apart?

I actually miss you. And all the laughter you have brought into my friends’ and my life. Where have you been, and how are you?