i got nothing to do, again.
so i dragged out the box and read the letters once more.
i dont know why, but i think im the only one among the others who does this now. but i guess it doesnt matter who does this and who doesnt, cause afterall we're still the close friends we used to be. &im still as sentimental i guess. well..?
the letters inspired me again, as usual.
how time flies. those that i read, date as far back as 7years. which is like, 2003?
we're only primary 5? so young then.
& it explains all the quarrelling back then too.
all, very kiddish, very childish, very immature kind of topics we mentioned in our letters.
we didnt cherish the time we had in those days.
and i see how time change all of us.
appearance, attitude, behaviours, thinkings. and most importantly, our lifes.
i guess im the kind of idiotic friend, cause i even quarrel with my clique over boys, at such a young age? oh well.
i dont exactly remember the everything that happened, but i knew that im always the root of all the fights we had. (lols.)
i guess im the really troublemaker back then, though im also the one that brought much laughters to the group. oh well.
i read, and i saw how my very close friend's advice and words always fell on deaf ears.
yeah, i used to play a lot and go over to another close friend's place to chill when its nearing PSLE. its no wonder i got such lousy grades for it then. zzz. she even count down for me: 37days to PSLE. (lols.)
she's really kind. but im really playful and i knew i hated home alrd.
i even mentioned its because of my papi&W. woah.
but well, you reap what you sow.
i really miss primary school days.
i remembered all the art lessons, where we could get a passing grade in our report slips when we always fail to hand in our assignments.
i remembered all the backstabbings girls always do.
i remembered all the gigglings and secrets we shared.
i remembered all the stealing of glances at 6C boys.
i remembered all the catching of the flasher saga.
i remembered all the standng-next-to-railing-at-drinks-stall during recesses.
i miss the 20c sotong& 10c seaweed.
i miss the bookshop.
i miss all the childish chattings.
i miss all the quarrels.
i miss english homeworks.
i miss hating math sums.
i miss 50c laksa.
i miss 50c mee tom yum.
i miss 20c soy bean milk.
i miss all the primary school frenzies.
i miss everything that a primary school student does.
in fact, everyone in primary school that made these memories real.
but well, its already so long.
i dont think my life is that bad either now(:
so i dragged out the box and read the letters once more.
i dont know why, but i think im the only one among the others who does this now. but i guess it doesnt matter who does this and who doesnt, cause afterall we're still the close friends we used to be. &im still as sentimental i guess. well..?
the letters inspired me again, as usual.
how time flies. those that i read, date as far back as 7years. which is like, 2003?
we're only primary 5? so young then.
& it explains all the quarrelling back then too.
all, very kiddish, very childish, very immature kind of topics we mentioned in our letters.
we didnt cherish the time we had in those days.
and i see how time change all of us.
appearance, attitude, behaviours, thinkings. and most importantly, our lifes.
i guess im the kind of idiotic friend, cause i even quarrel with my clique over boys, at such a young age? oh well.
i dont exactly remember the everything that happened, but i knew that im always the root of all the fights we had. (lols.)
i guess im the really troublemaker back then, though im also the one that brought much laughters to the group. oh well.
i read, and i saw how my very close friend's advice and words always fell on deaf ears.
yeah, i used to play a lot and go over to another close friend's place to chill when its nearing PSLE. its no wonder i got such lousy grades for it then. zzz. she even count down for me: 37days to PSLE. (lols.)
she's really kind. but im really playful and i knew i hated home alrd.
i even mentioned its because of my papi&W. woah.
but well, you reap what you sow.
i really miss primary school days.
i remembered all the art lessons, where we could get a passing grade in our report slips when we always fail to hand in our assignments.
i remembered all the backstabbings girls always do.
i remembered all the gigglings and secrets we shared.
i remembered all the stealing of glances at 6C boys.
i remembered all the catching of the flasher saga.
i remembered all the standng-next-to-railing-at-drinks-stall during recesses.
i miss the 20c sotong& 10c seaweed.
i miss the bookshop.
i miss all the childish chattings.
i miss all the quarrels.
i miss english homeworks.
i miss hating math sums.
i miss 50c laksa.
i miss 50c mee tom yum.
i miss 20c soy bean milk.
i miss all the primary school frenzies.
i miss everything that a primary school student does.
in fact, everyone in primary school that made these memories real.
but well, its already so long.
i dont think my life is that bad either now(:
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