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Tuesday, January 10, 2006 Know what? I love looking back at my past. I don't know why but I just love to sit by the beach and let the wind breeze past my face while I recall the past. Just imagine... When I was in my preschool years... I tried to act 'Beng'. I wore a cap wherever I go, until my mum confiscated it once. I cried till my tears ran dry to make sure she learnt her lesson well and never did that ever again. Never. ![]() ![]() ![]() I miss my friends whom I made over there. Sad to say, I didn't keep in contact with most of them due to my nature of being shy and reserved. (Oh yes, I was! So darn obvious right?) Occasionally, I would meet them outside by coincedence and would be more than happy if they still recognized me. Last time, I can get a bowl of mee rebus for 50 cents and it can be my breakfast cum lunch for the day. What do you expect for a $1 pocket money? Last time, I would always sit at the back of the class and spot my friends copy each others' work. Of course, I would join in too. But once in while I would raise my hand up and shout, "Cher! See he copy my one!" That was how I became the class monitor. Last time, PE was so fun. We get to put a bean bag on our heads, jump through hula hoops, skip a few times and dash back to pass the bean bag to our group. Isn't it better than running 2.4km? Last time, I had a few crushes but didn't know where to proceed on from there. Too innocent, some people would say. Last time, PSLE was like a normal test for me that I can afford to play my PS1, one day before I sit for a particular paper. Stress wasn't in my dictionary at that point of time. After which we went seperate ways and things were back to square one as I stepped into Mayflower Secondary School for four years. Last time, I can get to steal D&T tools, only to be threatened by our teacher that he will make a police report if we didn't retun the tools back. Imagine what our career paths would have been if we would have gotten hold of them. Last time, my class had a condom, blew it up, filled it with water and hanged it outside by the window. No wonder the gahmen introduced 'sex education' now. Last time, I looked like a nerd. I wasn't 'Mr. Gorgegous' or 'Mr. Hunk'. Be in Sec 3... ![]() ![]() Notice that I'm always standing in the centre? Last time, I learnt the true meaning of hatred, backstabbing and traitors. Thanks for exposing me to such stuffs then, for I am more wary now. Last time, I found love which I learnt would not go far. I then found love yet again, which I have faith it will. Then came graduation which seperated friends once more, at least physically. Singapore Polytechnic became my latest checkpoint in this long journey of education. I hope I can graduate with a 'Diploma in Media and Communications' in my hands, really. Then I can make my family proud of me once more. Now, I am more open-minded. I may still not be the enthusiastic kinda person but as they say, don't make me horny 'cause when I am, god-knows-what-I-can-become. Haha! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |