Huiyi and i realised yesterday how grossly we used to type in sec one (and a bit of sec two). sigh. It's pretty embarrassing to look back upon the days of strange msn language *shivers* And I blogged annoyingly in sec one. DON'T go look please. I am POSITIVE I am not alone in this plight. Anyone of you go look back in your msn message history (if it dates back to sec one like huiyi's does).
I hope my old blog is inaccessible. I can't bring myself to delete it no matter how embarrassing it may be. I mean, it was, after all, part of me. It feels strange to know how much you've grown and changed over three years. It's rather scary, really. I can't quite remember who I used to be. Yknow, i remember Eileen telling me one day while we were on the way home after Tribune "You're so YOUNG seriously!". I was sec one and she was sec three and at that point of time i couldn't comprehend her at all. I was like"it's two years diff, Eileen, c'mon". Trust me, that two years makes a hell lot of difference. Now I look at the sec ones and I get the same feeling (no offence to sec ones). It's just, being in this environment for three years makes you grow and change a lot (for better or for worse). And I kindof see a bit of myself in the sec ones, a bit of how I was (or looked like to seniors like Eileen) when I was still so new to the school, as compared to now when it's the end of sec three and I'm on to sec four in about three months. Change. Ohwell.
Today by chance, I discovered this book in which i penned a quite a few random poems. Strange thing was, I couldn't remember writing any of them. I can't even guess vaguely when I wrote them. I'm guessing last year or sec one. And I'm surprised that I can still relate to the poems. Like somehow if I read them without knowing who wrote them, I would know that I wrote them.

Strange thing, my memory is.