days that are over.

Days that are over
Will not continue to last
If you try to construct the past

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josh and i started chatting on icq at 3am in the morning, and starting up icq after not touching it for what, 2 years now, was like opening my eyes to a strange new discovery. it's a brilliant program, this icq thing- i remember the thrills of changing bits of information on the menu that allows you to fill in data like your home address, job, telephone number... because that was where you'd make subtle confessions of love or make a statement about yourself- i remember some being awfully profound, and others, just poseur haha. but those were good times; icq was such an important source of entertainment online, and i still remember happily typing away on my dell desktop and smiling myself silly because thats what chatting online does to you. i was ecstatic last night when i heard the "uh oh" and the "send message" sounds and scrolling through the list of old nicknames and trying to remember who each of them were brings back way too many memories. i remember *emmanuel*- the nickname that is- it was icq that started us talking, and when my dell crashed for some three weeks, i wrote him letters so that we wouldn't lose touch, and we later got attached; i remember the tell-tale-heart- i always looked forward to seeing him online late into the nights in my later teenage years, he inspired much of my lyricism today because he was always such a poet, and he still writes ever so beautifully. i remember so much, the list could go on but i mustn't indulge in such nostalgia. the past will forever be a window of heart tugging memories i so often turn my eyes to; my teenage years were really the best years of my life, the golden age if i might add. i don't like growing up at all, i don't.

but who's to stop this process? brace myself now! onto my environmental law essay. Indonesia's systemic problems have contributed to its lack of capacity to deal with transboundary pollution.... ;(