Those were the days.

People love to talk about their past. Even I do.

Kindergarden, primary school, playing table tennis for the pure enjoyment and not trying to observe politics. Those were the days I felt so carefree and happy and all the positive adjectives you could find.

So?

It’s just, those WERE the days.

I stumbled across someone’s blog. He loved his girlfriend, they broke up, and he’s not willing to let it go. He loved those happy times they shared together, constantly blogging about his love and those old days and his disappointment for not being a better guy.

I thought. Why do we like to talk about our past which always lead us to regretting the things that we haven’t done, how much we like to stay in the happy times and not willing to move on?

Are we afraid that we might not have better times that we had before? Maybe.

Now, i’ve learnt something.

The past, if not made for you to regret about. It’s for you to show off that your days are getting better and better.

I had happy times when I was young. I had happy times last year with my bestie.

I may have lost all these somewhere while enjoying too much of these happiness.

But through this, I learned how to cherish and make things better.

Stranger friend. Current clique and buddies. Pleasant relationships with classmates.

Forget about the past. I’m looking at (my) the present(s) (:

Good friends last longer than best friends. GFF my friend, Good Friends Forever.

Stranger Friend!

I don’t want to blog out your full name already. Everyone’s google-ing your name and ended up at my blog. GARH. I’m the popular one ok, not you! HAHA!! GG.

I screwed up maths paper. Don’t ask. I practically turned (insert cuckoo bird) KOOKOO KOOKOO at the partial fractions part. I knew how to do it. I know how to do it. I always know how to do it. But yet, Hais.

Prelim’s half a disaster. I don’t know what’s the other half. Ey, I do. Biology, Propaganda paper and Emaths.

Darn.

Slit, bleed, cry, die. Gee I hope I caught your eye.   (lol, so AA. HAHA) Tune/Rhythm/whatever neh-neh to bimbo cheer. ya, i know i’m super lame.

Aight. I’m off to bed. I miss stranger friend ( ps lorh, someone hates to be missed ). I miss. I miss. I miss having fun, playing soccer, rushing to eat w Jingwen. That’s the part i miss the most, having a partner to play soccer frisbee running with (nono, not girl-girl thing ok. it’s a Senior-Junior-Good friend-soccer-chiangrai buddies thing ok. )

I shall just get over it. It’s part of growing up? -sigh-

I thought I hated school. But I’m starting to like it. I’m sort of at the stage of near retirement.

Having gone through lots of politics and bimbos for so long. Now I’m quite enjoying school life. The prelims came, It’s like having one foot into the grave and the other waiting for O levels for the death sentence.

How sad.

How sad.

I wan to sleep.

- SNORES -

I am SNORLAX.

lawls. No la, I’m the diving princess that’s acting like a lion. Doesn’t that make me a sea lion?

- Thinks -