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0252. come to think about it... about truth...

if i were to have any children or grandchildren, i'll never be able to tell them that i was an officer in the army and i fought off leeches, trudged in rivers, made my own hut etc when i was young.

because i was only a small fry sentry duty corporal.

i'll never be able to tell them how university life felt like, staying in a hostel with friends from all over and finally graduating with them.

because i quit my degree and never went back to school.

i'll never be able to tell them how it was like to be filming and scriptwriting, directing my own short films and making it my life's calling.

because i stopped shooting after my 2 short and never made anything else.

but that's if i have children at all in the age where autopiloted cars fly, red apples are red apple flavoured and our clothes can connect to the internet.

right at this moment, i look back at my life and i truly feel... pathetic. 24 years of nothingness. 24 years without achieving anything substantial. 24, bluntly put, wasted years.

less than half a annum more to being 25. before i start to embarrass myself further, i shall hit the sack. cheers to the good times ahead!