3 minute passion again!

As usual, abandoning my blog again...
1st thing 1st.... couldn't stand the name of the blog... so changed it to something lame ... 'Life is...' can be anything... not so restrictive, nevertheless LAME

Anyway, what inspire me to post tonight?
There's been a couple of time when I almost posted, but never did... was just too lazy
I digress... back to tonight's event
Was busybodying just now, looking at friendster, at some secondary schoolmates, that I wasn't even particularly close to... (oops, they'll know I'm looking at them.. but nevermind)
I'm just curious, how do they look like now, what they've been up to, who do they still keep in touch with etc. Most of them have become prettier, some I couldn't even recognise
So much has happened since form 5 (1998), that I didn't even realise, that it's been 10 years, a much better 10 years than school days
So... what have others been up to? I was quite envy that some of them kept in touch and seemed really close, going for trips in big groups (around 6 - 10), which is really nice... the only thing I did was, the CNY ritual, which is weird, I've to say, but nevertheless good fun

The main point of the post was... I somehow was proud of myself, after spying my secondary friends (friend is somewhat a strong word to use in this context, schoolmate is more like it) on friendster.
I guess I'm doing not too bad on the profile... did well in studies, joined arenowned company, working abroad, travel to lots of places, have a healthy relationship etc
Of course, could be that others are doing even better, just that they didn't spell it all out on a social networking site, anyway, the idea is to motivate myself, i guess
The highlight was, there is this girl that I secretly hope I could be her when I was a kid... she seem to be living quite an uninspiring life. Ha! how mean am I? to actually feel good because of that. But, seriously? I did, I couldn't help to feel that... well... she wasn't even that pretty
I guess, that was really a childhood silly thing, that simply because she was popular in school, and was pretty as a little girl, I was actually jealous, that she has a fancy birthday party (that I was not invited to!), I guess it's the kind of thing that you never got over, cos you are too childish to, and the incident just sticked with me, and probably have affected me more than I wanted it to.

Having saying all this, I didn't hate my childhood, I just felt that it could have been better, and I could have been happier and that I'm glad I'm who I am now