OR A NEW BEGINNING...?
sigh. so school has officially ended. my sec-3 life has officially come to an end.
time flies. really. no, this is not cliche. this is very very true, as true as the sun rises from the east and sets in the west.
i mean, i could still vividly remember the scene when i first entered the sec 3 block carrying my big bag with maths and chemistry textbook (these 2 books were randomly selected to be placed in my bag) as well as my yellow traveller's bag to store my barang-barang for SJAB. don't believe me, then see loh. first day of school was a FRIDAY.
i can still remember that the first person i saw when i stepped into the class was kay siong cause he was getting out at the same time ;)
what else can you remember about your first day of school this year?
to be honest, i can still remember my first day being a sec 1 and a sec 2 student clearly. the scenes and images are still fresh in my mind. no doubt that i am truly looking forward to wear that long pants and attend lessons in the tower block, i sometimes still recall those "good old days", be it primary school or my sec1 or sec 2 life, with nostalgia. sometimes, these memories may not be pleasant, but hey, as one grows older, he tends to be more and more sentimental and nostalgic. otherwise our grandmothers wouldnt be telling us her life living in a kampong while taking care of her seven kids. and cats. and dogs. and poultry.
if you find this entry boring, never mind, this would most probably would not happen again until christmas or New Year's Day/ Eve. i have been using the Morrie's method in dealing with my feelings (Morrie from the book Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom) . i will truly indulge myself in nostalgia for one whole day today, and when the first ray of sunshine appears from the horizon tomorrow, i would move on with my life and stop dwelling about the past. after all, tomorrow is another day. whatever that had happened are classified as "History". it would be useless to cry over spilled milk.
life goes on.
Tomorrow is a new beginning. Treasure the future.
time flies. really. no, this is not cliche. this is very very true, as true as the sun rises from the east and sets in the west.
i mean, i could still vividly remember the scene when i first entered the sec 3 block carrying my big bag with maths and chemistry textbook (these 2 books were randomly selected to be placed in my bag) as well as my yellow traveller's bag to store my barang-barang for SJAB. don't believe me, then see loh. first day of school was a FRIDAY.
i can still remember that the first person i saw when i stepped into the class was kay siong cause he was getting out at the same time ;)
what else can you remember about your first day of school this year?
to be honest, i can still remember my first day being a sec 1 and a sec 2 student clearly. the scenes and images are still fresh in my mind. no doubt that i am truly looking forward to wear that long pants and attend lessons in the tower block, i sometimes still recall those "good old days", be it primary school or my sec1 or sec 2 life, with nostalgia. sometimes, these memories may not be pleasant, but hey, as one grows older, he tends to be more and more sentimental and nostalgic. otherwise our grandmothers wouldnt be telling us her life living in a kampong while taking care of her seven kids. and cats. and dogs. and poultry.
if you find this entry boring, never mind, this would most probably would not happen again until christmas or New Year's Day/ Eve. i have been using the Morrie's method in dealing with my feelings (Morrie from the book Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom) . i will truly indulge myself in nostalgia for one whole day today, and when the first ray of sunshine appears from the horizon tomorrow, i would move on with my life and stop dwelling about the past. after all, tomorrow is another day. whatever that had happened are classified as "History". it would be useless to cry over spilled milk.
life goes on.
Tomorrow is a new beginning. Treasure the future.
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