StillMorphing, IntoWhat, IHaveNoIdea.

Monday, April 24, 2006

After calculating, if i should sell my bag now, it should fetch me about 2-3K. It's not my LV, of course. It's just a humble Topshop hobo that consists 11 handphones and 3 MP3s. Excluding mine, that is. All my beloved students', some whom i don't even know. And one, owns TWO phones.

It just reminds me of how desperate we were back then. We hid them in OHPs, behind cupboards, PA control rooms, toilets. The desperation that the education system can drive us to. As Queen Bitch says, it's the stupid things that you do that makes it memorable. Isn't it true? The back then guai kia prefect, apparently asked for permission to bring the HP. Knowing the paranoid nature of my mother, my DM obviously has to give in to the formal letter that my mum wrote.

The stupid things you do when you are sixteen, like reading seventeen, teens, teenage, lime. Dying to hit seventeen because you think that it's YOUR magazine kinda thing. Now that i'm way past seventeen, I'm dying to stay at sixteen. We tend to gravitate towards the other side isn't it?

Bumped into him online yesterday. We've cleared the air, though i seriously find it stupid and i just can't help, but to hate the stupidity and mentality the both of us had. I know i'll never forget it, and I never will try. But i'll just hide it in that corner, that shall never be uncovered. It is a was him. What a deja vu, a situation that someone else met with a week ago.

I want to avoid him. Scold me, trash me, slap me. I don't want to face him. It's proliferating in a wrong way. I want that geeky butch hairstyle i had in sec 4.

Charmaine.@11:29 AM
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