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Jonathan Lim
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
12:17 AM

do you believe in magic?

today, i ran across the old yearbooks and it was a fantastic breakaway. like i was taken back to happier, more carefree times. it's amazing how different some people look now as compared to then, and it's even more amazing how some people look exactly the same. it may be silly old pictures in a dusty old book, but the memories are all too fresh and absorbing. all the good ones and some of the bad ones. it's funny how you can build so many relationships, and have all your recollections come back with just a glance. it's a weird time to feel nostalgic and to reminisce, but sometimes your mind is not your own. all those faces that have crossed your life, are really, as cliche as it may sound, like tiny threads of an intricate web. some of the faces bring regret, some bring laughter and fun times, others just a sense of remembering. wonder what life would be without memories?

and when i came across the RJ yearbooks, it's just another big web squashed with the one we already know. it just keeps getting bigger. the memories not as developed, but who knows, 10 or even 20 years down the road, it may all come rushing back. to think it has only been 5 years since i first stepped into RI, and already so much of life happened, what more the next 5 years? and what kind of memories do i want to take away from RJ? i've had enough of the bad ones so maybe it's time i start collecting the good ones. where were the times when you could just sit around and laugh about everything under the sun? when nothing mattered more than the next punchline or the next funny thought? when hours feel like seconds and days feel like minutes? i really hope they're not a thing of the past, because life would be a sad waste if we had to live on yellow, crumbling pages of books with pictures of ourselves and people we may or may not remember. life is living. pictures of the past are just reminders on how to live. final year, slightly over 6 months to go. gotta go for it. gotta live for it.

if love is magic, then do you believe in magic?

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