on Dec 27th, 2007I remember the time
I remember them old days. I was free and fearless, I approached any excitements with little hesitation, I loved as love didn’t come at a price.
I was 16.
I went to school twice, at most three times a week. I should’ve gone to school more often, I miss those days. (Obviously if I had gone back in time I would still not go to school, but what the hell.) Jennifer, my dear partner, my poor friend, has to take notes and keep my homework for me when I was absent. We had higher chinese lessons after school on Mondays, and netball on Tuesdays. I loved Maths. We used to sing silly chinese songs before higher chinese class, often Cho does the singing since she has all the latest Chinese song memorized. Yang, Ja-ne, Cho, Jenn, Yuan, and a few others including myself used to hang out every receess. I remembered the nasi lemak was on thursdays.
I remembered packing my bag every morning to school with make up, ciggerettes, and some street clothes. I remembered I wore fancy slippers to school, and quickly change to my loosely pre-tied school shoes before the school bell rung. I remember skipping chapel services on Mondays, not because I didn’t enjoy them (though I told the teachers I found it pointless), but because I CAN’T BE BOTHERED TO WAKE UP =x
After school, I would change into my street clothes, head down to Orchard Road. Mostly Cineleisure or Funan. I would meet up with my Counterstrike friends, and other kakis, we would hang out and do weird ass shit the whole day. I’ll be home by 9pm for my chinese tv shows. I remembered once, it was a weekend, 18++ of us went to Plaza Singapura to catch some movie. There were only 11 single tickets left, and I decided to buy them all. So being a busy weekend night, they didn’t bother counting how many tickets and how many of us there were. We sat in front of the big cinema screen. The movie started and it was dead boring. We threw popcorn around and laughed and making a fool outa ourselves. We got chased out of the cinema. It was LOADS of fun.
Incase you, the reader, is wondering. I am not making an effort to make this sound fluent, I’m just typing as whatever is coming to my mind of what I remembered.
I remembered, I was once deadrose (dEadRoSe). Affectionately known to some CS guys as deadfuckingrose. I know half of those people loves me, the other half hates me, sometimes I can’t tell which half they belong to. But that was the days that I didn’t care. I spoke in sentences with vulgarities in each of them. I was rebelious, I loved black (I still do), I loved Linkin Park, I loved angst.
I remember so much things, but the list is just too long.
I remember that I was fearless and I did what I want, when I want. I remembered I could love any guy off the street, and most of the time, they loved me back.
Now that I’m turning 22 this September (HINTTTT), everything has its priorities, every move is one that determines my future. Every guy I love, might be the one I’m spending the rest of my life with. I loved being 16.
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