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The more I learn, the less I know about before
The less I know, the more I want to look around
Digging deep for clues on higher ground

'Higher Ground', UB40

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   Friday, February 6  

Eeeekkkk.....Write write, I need to write!

I saw yesterday a magnificent sight. By the mini landscaped garden of some blocks of flat, I saw a wrinkled sagging-tummied half-dressed old man, as you would find any other day (since slacking days away in void deck benches are such favourite past-time of our senior citizens!). But, my man here was juggling green tennis balls (!), very prettily. Sure made me smile...

T'is the day of 'spring-cleaning'. Opened up my rusty Guides cookie tin boxes. Inside I've kept cards, letters & more cards. I don't remember having ever received so many mails before! Near clean forgotten. So accustomed to intangible speedy emails & e-cards & smses am I....
It's amazing. I am like pretty overwhelmed by emotions & wonder right now.
I found...
letters from kids I got to know in 2,3,5-day camps...
handmade cards from Sun & Dunlin...
a sweet-17-birthday card from Baoling...
birthday cardS from Baolong (1 with present still enclosed)...
letters from Mr Chew(!), Mr Hairon(!!), Camp Discovery's Stephen(!!!)...
Wow.....

The old cards & letters reminded me of what wealth I had had; & unknowlingly let slipped thru my fingers...
With each passing year, each new stage, I'll meet new ppl. I enjoy that - learning new things, building new ties. As I sail along in life, I also drift further away from things I once held dear, & close. This lament of losing touch with old friends is nothing new. But it is still a big shame nonetheless....

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