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Muhd Fitri Bin Khamis
01/06/1988
Singapore Polytechnic
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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 even learn how to sit like a 'Beng'. There was no PCK Pte Ltd on TV, unlike now, so I am still wondering where did I get my inspiration from. My mum told me that I was influenced by the people in my neighbourhood. If I would have understood her words then, I would say I was born a genius.

I was mischevious, unlike now, you wouldn't wanna disagree with me here. You wouldn't catch me running around with a stolen orange in my mouth, would you? The possibilities are just too small to even calculate. I have repented, so to speak.

Then came my six years in Da Qiao Primary School.

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. They say I'm better-looking right now.

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...

Or in Sec 4...


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 physi
cally. 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!

Now, I have become more 'feminine'. I don't know why but girls stuff, I can relate to them. Maybe it's my girlfriend's influence. Just ask her. I am her hairstylist cum fashion stylist. Well, not literally though. We just exchange ideas and such.

Now, I have learnt that you gotta stay positive always. Because assignmets, projects, presentations and deadlines are always bugging you in tertiary education. Always.


Now, I am a Ribena promoter.



fitri penned this at 10:26 PM