I know I've been neglecting my blog since there's nobody reading it anyways, but I can't help and share my story here. Here, I wanna tell something about... growing up. Well, growing up mostly costs us a lot, and the same goes for me. Growing up, me and my sister drifted more and more away from each other. But since we moved to this new house, we're like strangers, that's what I think, though...
Why in the world did I say that? Let me tell you, when I was a kid and shared my room with my sister in our house before, I know all our schedules, although we have different extracuriculars. I know what my mom's doing at home, I know where my dad works, and a lot more. I even know my close cousin's daily activities. But since me and my cousins went to different middle school, everything began to change, like...drastically. We were all so engulfed in business, up until now, as adults, we just get busier with our own lives, let alone our jobs and educations in college and university. We don't really get the chance to catch up in our relation and soon forget a lot of things that's close to us, just like me and my younger sister. I bet if you ask her about me, she won't have much clues either.
When me and my younger sister still shared the same room, we used to quarrel a lot, about my noise when I sing to let out my stress, or about the light when I still want to write something near midnights (and Mom would always scold me), but at least, we talked as sisters, we quarreled as sisters, and there was once... as sisterhood between us, although we might didn't really showed them, but I felt it, and I understood it a while after I've lost it since we moved to this new house. As for now, whenever I talk to my younger sister, I've lost the sisterhood in me...I can only see her as someone I never know who happens to cross the same crossroad in my life. Someone, after she went to Kuala Lumpur to study, I just get stuck with together, in both a good and a bad way...
Growing up with time sure is a vicious combo killer. It strikes silently in stealth, and leaves you no place to hide and to fix, even if you want to fix the relation with your relatives so badly...you just can't...I really wish I was a teenager again, and recover these losses, rather than crying for some guy who never gonna love me and toy-ing with my feelings, I shouldn't have fought for an eros love, but for my close relatives' bonds with me...as an adult, we can't really risk so many things to fight anymore, when youth slowly pass by, it sometimes feels sad, like watching the snow fluttering down, and disappear into the stream, without anyone noticing the existence...
Talking about snow, this Christmas had been a little bit different than the early years in my old house and the times I first moved here ( my family's still the same though, and sometimes in terms of annoying me,haha). Though I still can't see what's white Christmas, I wanna wish the readers a happy Christmas, may your holidays filled with glee, love and hope in the warmth of every heart. Happy holidays, folks. See you soon.
Feliz Navidad!
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