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Monday, July 7, 2008

memories..
i know this is nostalgic but i cant help it..
just read nikki's blog and somehow the pri sch memories just revived
all the fun i had in p3. playing iceman with jiaqi jiale, minyi, tm, ellen and ruth. even though the sun was so scorching, we still met in the field everyday without fail. I could remember ellen's freaking pale skin no matter how much time she spent in the sun.
i couls remember how a few boring chinese lessons in p5 made me, gen, her and leon sing. val joined in occassionally. we sang christian songs, hsm, everything. everything that sounded good. i even participated peihwa superstar with val. we sang like we sounded the best. and we even got upset when hern lost due to his stage fright. we wanted him to be given another chance.
i remembered how hard i cried in primary5. when i realised how my slack attitude pulled my grades down. i thought p6 was going to be a new start for me, a fresh new start.
and sure enough it was.
but all this will end. in the midst of working hard, just to shine somewhere academically, i failed to recollect all the memories i had left behind. in p6 i helped out at the end of the year for sth. some booksale thingy. well. i tot that secondary would be much better. i did not heed my teachers' advice, to enjoy my last year here.
I cant regret for regret brings nothing but sorrow and guilt. The breeze makes me cry, sometimes, it brings back all the guilt i had carried for all my life.








回到那曾经充满回忆的地方,寻找遗留下的脚印,却又能寻获什么?



hold on to whatever i have.




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