it's weird when you look at friendster profiles of pple that you once thought of everyday.

it's weird to stare at that familiar, yet different face, and suddenly recall the heart jolt everytime you spied him in school.

ah yes. he was in the classroom above us.

i would look for him every morning at the gate, and at flag raising (oh yes, that time it was 'flag-raising', not 'morning assembly'). then again during recesses, lunches. stand outside my class and peer up the staircase for my daily dose of him walking down.

remember the things he did to you? not really, but that page he wrote in is still in my autograph book; the book i stared at countless times, wondering how on earth did i get him to write it. the times our eyes met, and how you just seemed to know.



but then again, when was the last time i saw him? 4 years ago i think.

and since when was i able to mention him to my pri sch friends so nonchalently, joking like he was just another person who wasn't really any special?

i mean, wow, i can even blog about him now.

and the heartjolts i used to get? i don't get them anymore. not exactly the same kind, at least. no complains abt that, but then you kind of miss the "omg-he-just-looked-at-me" kinda feel, no?


it's like a life i left behind and never got to relive.

the times we monkeybar-ed until our hands had blisters?

the times we hung upside down on the pull up bars, not caring that our skirts came up cos we were wearing shorts inside anyway?

and the many, many times i had sat outside the principal's office, smiling in embarrassment as the whole school walked by?

the time our teacher (i forgot who) put the 4 of us (i cant rmb who too, except it probably included me and grace) at the 4 corners of the classrooms so as to stop us from chattering, only to have us having long-distance conversations by yelling?

oh, and the time we got kicked out from calligraphy class cos we were too naughty?

and the annual event of my pri sch life: my teacher meeting my parent to complain abt me.

regular visits to the vice principal mrs chan, to apologise time and again but never really changing my ways?

it's weird to see one picture of a guy, and suddenly recall all the funny things >4 years ago.


mr larry DOENS'T get it that there's no point talking abt time without change. even though there is such thing, there's no point arguing abt it with the real time cos they're 2 diff issues.

in the real world, time = change, and time waits for nobody.