"Talking to an old friend makes you realize how much you have changed"

So true. As you get through the stories connecting from where you had left off to the present, you get to see it. Then what was 'the future' now it the present, what was 'tomorrow' being the day that we now live. The shared memories coming back so real as though one were watching a movie. Through the changing scenes, there is a lot to say. The laughter shared, the tears cried, the lessons learned...and much more.

As the stories unfold, you realize a number of things that came out different. Was there a mistake in the script? Or was it the actors who did not work out their part well? I wonder where it went different, but two things are certain. 1) I am not who I was, 2) I am not who I thought I would be about now.

This afternoon I came across one of my note books from about 2, 3 years ago. Looking through the pages recalling where I was, what situation it was like when I wrote those things. The times I was down, the times I was strong, the things I wrote to encourage friends...all so real. I looked, looked, looked. It was like a cinema, watching in 3D but with not 3D glasses.

I looked further along the shelf and there were more of my old notebooks until it struck me. Where is the current notebook? It could not be located anywhere, reason being it does not exist. What happened to my love for the pen and book? They were my great friends, those who were always there to listen when everyone else expects me to listen to them.

In S1 CRE (Christian Religious Education) class, we had phrase. "If you don't change, change will change you". That is what happened to me. I changed with the time, I forgot about my old friend, The Notebook. It was not just change, it was loss. Looking at the JJ I am now, in a lot of ways I want to be a better me. Somehow I feel if I didn't lose my love for the notebook things would not be so different.

A few weeks ago, in a boring English class, I pulled out a sheet of paper. To my dismay, I failed to put down a paragraph. I didn't know that is how my OS had been corrupted. Back in the day I was always overflowing with ideas, writing page after page. It is not surprise for over  a year now I have had the idea of writing a blog but have failed to get on with it consistently.

What happened to the script? I wonder. I may not be where I thought I would be, but I am not where I used to be. Glad about that, but there is still too much room for me to lie back without moving on to fill it. The room for improvement.

My old friend, the Notebook. Reminded me so much. I am now out to find myself, find my old passions, this time the script must be followed. Maybe a turning point, the kind that comes only when you talk with an Old friend.