While rummaging through my folders just now, I found hidden memories -pictures, past essays- that reminded me of who I was, and for a moment I discovered myself again.
i know this might not be the most flattering picture, but it reminds me of the really good, and bad, times we had in 5 Sc1, how we always did stuff together as a class and how much I felt like I really belonged to the class. think of the times when chin told us her grandma stories, when we (all except sokwai who would've finished it the day before) struggled with the mind-boggling addmaths exercises every friday morning and when we chuckled and threw each other knowing glances when mdm H entered class.
i miss the cheap but delicious canteen food. i miss telling kayee and dawn to stop eating and buying food after recess was over. i miss having kayee complaining of stomach ache everyday after recess, without fail. (somehow, it never stopped from indulging in banana balls, porridge, iced milo, noodles etc) i miss our 'tai sek wui' during the last few weeks in school.

i guess this is about the closest i'll ever get to being an artistic individual. i cant say that i LOVE the whole process of using photoshop and designing these pages; sometimes it can excruciatingly difficult to find the right pictures and to think of an idea to piece the photos together. but eventually, the satisfaction derived when the empty A4 page i started off with became a piece of art (??) and the outcome was loved by many (even though it may not be spectacular). in a way, i miss having the extra tool, besides writing, to express myself.
and obviously, i miss the three musketeers (or stooges), whichever you prefer. i cant even bring myself to list the many things we did when together; it all seems so childish, foolish and laughable now. it's a wonder how three of us, so distinctly different in so many ways, came to be close friends.
my youngest sister, who loves acting silly and doing lame stuff. i miss home.
this reminds me of our (kim, chin and i) farewell dinner with the church youths. i must say, there is so much that i learnt from this small group of people; it changed my perception of church, religion and faith. in the brief period of time that i was closely acquainted with them, i grew a lot spiritually and truthfully, i still have not found anyone who could help me in my spiritual life more than they did.
last one, taken from http://cookingismypassion.blogspot.com/ . i love small kids -their innocence, purity, the helpless look in their eyes sometimes. you dont find that often in grown-ups.
ps. thanks jia foong for being there when i needed someone. :)
2 comments:
Wonder what we were doing then..congregating like that..
Haha. Chin's grandmother stories- one that I'll never ever forget- the Chicken Breast story!!
Eh, you have a pic of the superone jelly..yum yum..
=) that's all i can say about this post!!.. haha..
*agrees with jess on chin's stories*
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