3/11

WARNING: Foul/Crass language may have been used to write this blog (4-ish years can really get to you). Be advised.

1:55 AM: hand.written tries to write a blog to start honing his writing skills which are non-existent anyway.

Nostalgia, that was the very first thing that I felt when i was reading the only 4 posts in this blog, in fact, nostalgia was hitting me very much earlier this evening, as i scanned old high school and family pictures. I was also curious enough to google myself (ergo, google thy name) and I chanced upon the blog of an old friend. I guess this was enough to satisfy my urge to write a blog, and try to have my better half revive it with me.

There have been times a many when I have been driving, I see children roam the streets, running around, tripping over, getting up like nothing happened, and do it all over again. Sure technology made those scenes of the not so distant past pretty rare (damn you technology!), but those scenes if you do chance upon them, are damn nostalgic. I remember the times when we were pissed off at these passing cars interrupting our patinteros, habulan, taguan. But then lo and behold, a decade later and I'm the interupter (the glances of these children as you pass by like a complete douche is priceless). There are lots of factors to get nostalgic, rain seems a very common catalyst for nostalgia moments, playing old video games is another one, sometimes just looking over the sunset works really, mine's just driving since i get to observe people while driving.

Nostalgia is best enjoyed with friends. The friends you've made and lost, the cats you threw away, but mostly the friends you've made over the years made growing up less painful. Whether you knew them for a few days or have known them for life, having someone to bounce off fun and stupid stories is in my opinion one of lifes greatest moments. That's why it's imperative that as long as you can and do something, do it. 

As a child i hated having my picture taken, I guess it was part of the anti-social gig I had when I was younger. I refused to smile, smiling was uncool. Trying to be "cool" and shit catching the mysterious "emo" vibe (which failed horribly mind you) was actually detrimental, so I try to tell my younger sibling, cousins, friends, whatever to get into it. Because you'll only realize you've lost a lot when it's already far and gone. Nostalgia goes as far as even that, regret as it is called. I've regretted a lot of things in life. But none more than the times I knew I would've been productive, or had fun, or had done something stupid but didn't because I liked being a sheltered prick. The only wonderful thing to take away from one growing up is that the world you grew up in grows up with you. Sure the next generations choices in anything may annoy one of my age, but then remember the generation before you are usually the same.

2:35 AM: After a short toilet break, procrastination, and abit of coke, hand.written resumes his pointless ramblingwriting. 

But let's be honest here, childhood only passed by once, and while by no means I'm old, I'm neither young as well. And those chances have come and gone with me not grabbing them. Lesson of the story? It's pretty simple so I'll let you realize it. Pokemon calls.

"Smell ya later!" - Blue, Pokemon Generation 1 Games

~hand.written