Facebook helps me to stay connected with my ex-classmates. it's not just of those from my secondary school but also those from kindergarden and primary school. The latter is more important to me.
The faces. Familiar. Mysterious. Obscure. How is life guys and girls? Remember me?
i wonder what is their faintest memory/ies of me. Nerd. Overachiever. Arrogant. Selfish. Geek. And yeah, they'd gone so beautiful over the years. i envied that. i envied time. i want to know them. i want to meet them. Photographs are never enough. They will look more beautiful in real life. And for boys. Geez. Never fond of boy. Never stay close to any. Not that i remember any except for some whom i had to help with homework i guess. Oh. And my childhood crushes. Yeah. Crush-es. i was stupid back then. i choose to be stupid. Why the hell are they messing up my feeling? Why the hell that i got crush on them?
Primary school had been fun. Firstly, i got to go to school with Koko. Yippie! Koko was so darn cute in his younger days. He was my friend at school. He was my Brother. He played with me. He made me smiles a lot. He brought laughters. He made me happy. We were together and i like that a lot. i miss him. i envied time. Can i travel to the past? At least let me have a few glimpses of how happy i was back then so that i don't have to constantly crack up my almost-burst out mind to reminiscence my happy moments. i promised to stand rooted to the ground without trying a single chance to try to alter anything and mess up the time capsule.
Then, everything changed.
So, my ex-classmates. How are you? i hope that you guys are in the pink of health. i want to someday have a big gathering and we can meet up. Talk about life, talk about anything because we'd once been brought together, because you guys had once came across my life, because you guys had once made me happy, because we'd shared a piece of history together, because we'd once breath in the same air, because you guys had been imprinted in my mind. And that's for a lifetime.
Primary school was fun because primary school was easy. We are children. We are innocent. We are happy. We are the angels. We are ignorant. Yeah. Ignorance is bliss. Then, i am sorry. i could not fathom why was i treating this particularly someone, Vivienne, obnoxiously. i'd sinned towards her. i remembered that i was influenced by people. I'm not sure that me and that 'people' are still friends or what. Last time i heard was that she's doing beauty care or something. She's smart but wasted. She could do better.
Then, i received a message from Vivienne stating that she's happy to see me on Facebook. Oh God. That was among the most meaningful things that had ever happened upon me. i'm so touched and moved to see that yet still hit by a pang of remorse, as always when she's brought as subject. She had probably forget how impertinent i was to her back then. She had forgiven me. She is my friend. She accepted me as friend. Life is great. i love my life. i have to love my life.
Next, SiewRyin is in UNITEN. She looks sweet now, with her long silky hair. She's doing Electrical Power Engineering or sort. Dang. Reading/Typing/Pronouncing it was hard. Electric and power some more. i bet that studying it was beyond complicated. i shuddered. i never like anything to do with engineering, physics, mathematics. They made my head spins. i wish her the best of luck. She's following her father's footsteps. i am sure she'll be successful in life if she's determined and work hard for it. God helps those who help themselves.
Next. LeeYean and the other unknowns are doing Form 6. Her nickname was "Lakso". Something to do with her surname. i remembered Koko's friend had a crush on her. i wish her all the best in her future undertakings too and the others. She's beautiful too. As i browsed through Vivienne's pictures just now, i think they both look a hell lot alike. Big sparking eyes and they just make men drool. i drool. i bet men flutter at the sight of them. Two thumbs up. BEAUTIFUL. beyond words.
And the boys. i couldn't find much boys on Facebook. Just a couple of them. i hope to treasure more.
And this is me. 18.
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