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The Grown Up World
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Sitting at the top deck of the bus with a friend, looking out at the unusual blue sky painted across the background. All other times, it was dark.Was on the way home at mid saturday afternoon. Listening to songs, with an orange earphone plugged in ;) as they brought a serene and nostalgic refreshment in me.Each song brought a specific memory to mind, the beautiful times together with people, the periods of loneliness and desolation, jovial moments of camaraderie, the times of fervent mugging for exams. Ha.Life has moved on hasn't it?I'm a year 2 student now. Taking more specific psychology modules, carrying out experiments and mingling with all kinds of theories revolving the understanding of human behaviour.A year ago, I was a social inept. Classes never did seem homely to me. The people were nice, but a maze of invisible walls surrounded each of us. In my opinion, those bonds were never there, or at least, that I crudely felt, were superficial. The class till today, appears individually made up of fellow psychology students, but without a united stand. In my envious moments of hanging out with friends from the next class, I couldn't understand how they all could get together, mixed around, chatting away, their lives interlining each other. Concern and charity shown for one another, not just cliques, but as a class. It's just another pursuit of bonds...Nonetheless, I found my home amongst a special group of people with an unique passion for sign language. In poly, the biggest thing ever wouldn't be my class, my studies or the people I know. My biggest pride comes from the club itself, finding a fairly knitted bunch of people meeting every week. Now, it's my life. Anyway back to memories...I remember the times of childhood, where the world was perfect, and people and friends around you were as simple as they looked. How I chased and got chased with broomsticks, jumping with joy over every new toy, another addition to my vivid world of imaginations. Now, the world becomes different. It's full of facades. People aint what they truly are anymore. Some go for selfish ambitions, others to protect themselves from hurt. Contentment now comes with the condition, "if only". And the games people play involve subtle unconscious politics or stupid flirting endeavours. I quite like to be a kid again. Where reaching for the light switches requires me to jump. Where there's nothing to fear. Where I can abandon all worries and make every hour a play of imagination. I'd like to me be.
Oh, random pic haha, my Hi-O group =)
Ow. The tiles at the back are kinda hurting me eyes...
Labels: memories, thoughts
Darren Nico Pillai
Not-so-average teen, deep thinker, perfectionist with quirky randomness. Trained in the art of sarcasm and nonsensical logic.
Overcoming the circumstances of the present, and the issues of my past,
striving in self-betterment with a moral balance with the hope of the fulfillment of the destiny to be a light for Christ in His likeness,
spreading the love of God as how He first loved us
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Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like You have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
Everything I am, for Your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity
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- Hosanna -
Philosophy:
I like to think about life, especially pursuing on the concept of love. Not that lovey dovey romantic kind, but the affections we have for one another
that ties us together,strangers, friends, besties, family, that's the love I wanna know about. Love is the essence of life that ties us together,
love is what we were made for and to be, love is embracing the gift of the relationship with GOD.
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Leave a message on my tagboard or drop me some questions if any.
Collection of inspirations and reminders: Nico_thoughts@Twitter
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The Grown Up World
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Sitting at the top deck of the bus with a friend, looking out at the unusual blue sky painted across the background. All other times, it was dark.Was on the way home at mid saturday afternoon. Listening to songs, with an orange earphone plugged in ;) as they brought a serene and nostalgic refreshment in me.Each song brought a specific memory to mind, the beautiful times together with people, the periods of loneliness and desolation, jovial moments of camaraderie, the times of fervent mugging for exams. Ha.Life has moved on hasn't it?I'm a year 2 student now. Taking more specific psychology modules, carrying out experiments and mingling with all kinds of theories revolving the understanding of human behaviour.A year ago, I was a social inept. Classes never did seem homely to me. The people were nice, but a maze of invisible walls surrounded each of us. In my opinion, those bonds were never there, or at least, that I crudely felt, were superficial. The class till today, appears individually made up of fellow psychology students, but without a united stand. In my envious moments of hanging out with friends from the next class, I couldn't understand how they all could get together, mixed around, chatting away, their lives interlining each other. Concern and charity shown for one another, not just cliques, but as a class. It's just another pursuit of bonds...Nonetheless, I found my home amongst a special group of people with an unique passion for sign language. In poly, the biggest thing ever wouldn't be my class, my studies or the people I know. My biggest pride comes from the club itself, finding a fairly knitted bunch of people meeting every week. Now, it's my life. Anyway back to memories...I remember the times of childhood, where the world was perfect, and people and friends around you were as simple as they looked. How I chased and got chased with broomsticks, jumping with joy over every new toy, another addition to my vivid world of imaginations. Now, the world becomes different. It's full of facades. People aint what they truly are anymore. Some go for selfish ambitions, others to protect themselves from hurt. Contentment now comes with the condition, "if only". And the games people play involve subtle unconscious politics or stupid flirting endeavours. I quite like to be a kid again. Where reaching for the light switches requires me to jump. Where there's nothing to fear. Where I can abandon all worries and make every hour a play of imagination. I'd like to me be.
Oh, random pic haha, my Hi-O group =)
Ow. The tiles at the back are kinda hurting me eyes...
Labels: memories, thoughts
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