One of the pp that I recognized was Minh Hoang. I stared at him and his gf in a tiny square box and I thought to myself "Wow... that skawny kid in the badminton team I used to play with has grown into a fine young man with dreams and goals and found himself a person he loves." And the maturity felt in that thought overwhelms me like an enormous waterfall of 12 years of flashbacks striking me from top to bottom. "How many things can happen to a person in 12 years?..." - I asked myself. "How many things has my skawny childhood friend has gone through to be where he is right now?" I would love to listen. But.. that's too much to listen. Too much to know.
Too many things happen in 12 years.
When I was much younger, my mother once told me that I'm a nostalgic person. I didnt quite understand what she meant until I'm in my 20s, on a saturday night, hiding under a blanket.
And I realized that, over the past 8 years, Im nostalgic for the piece of me that I have left behind.
