I was just reading through past "testimonials" or so called comments in my friendster profile today, and I can say, a sense of nostalgia really overwhelmed me.
In my profile, there were testimonials from my primary, secondary, pre-u and people whom I have met from all walks of life, whom have impacted me somewhat or another in a phase of my life.
Sadly, many of them have also been reduced to hi - bye friends now, or some I have even lost contact with. Especially my primary school friends, whom I have grew up with and shared the best of my childhood memories. How time flies...
Apparently, I was quite well-known to be a "chiak charbo" in primary school days, and very boyish, nothing like the quiet or girl girl me (or I assume to be :D) that most know me now as. Don't know where I get all the courage from when I was younger, but you can see the change in me through the testimonials because as the years grow, people always refer to me as the quiet or soft-spoken girl. (ARE U SURE?!)
Sigh. Whatever happened to those promises to keep in touch!! I really miss the old me sometimes.
Well, but one thing I am certain - times may have changed, but memories will stay forever. Everyone of you who have left heartprints in my life will be remembered. Always.
Back to sick reality, surprisingly the last semester of my school term sees one of the best lecturer that I ever had, teaching us law. He is truly an inspiration for all of us students, not in a professional way, but had a profound impact. His 3 hour lessons always seem less painful compared to other lecturers, and laughters can be heard every minute. As a past criminal lawyer, he also posesses a common trait I found in all if not most lawyers - LOUD VOICE. May I not be deaf by the end of this semester, please. Amen.
Also gotten back my last semester's results! Very satisfied with it, now its the last lap for me before I officially enter into the gruelling phase of my academic life. *dreads* And I have yet to decide my major. I still have time to think about it I guess, I seemed to have a change of mind from the first day I started school.
ARGHHH. And a rambling to make. I really dislike wierd beh behs or bian tai shu shus (pervertic uncles), today this uncle tried to ask me for road directions in his car and when I said I don't know, he said "Oh don't know ar...then can I have your mobile number to keep in contact?"
Go and eat shit you sicko. Find someone stupider can or go drive your car into the drain or something. THERE IS SOMETHING CALL GPS, GPS, GPS YOU IDIOT!
