I came across this notebook on my shelf. Inside, was a story of my exam days in secondary school, in the middle of form 3.

Dorothy was still around, and so was I. I was still very innocent and carefree. My life hadn’t changed and time seemed to go by rather slowly then. It’s so hard to imagine that I used to see these people in my life every other day, but meet up once or twice in a year presently. I’m surprised how all these memories came rushing back as I read those pages. I used code names like Pianka and Fleur (not sure why) and I somehow forgotten who were some of the people I mentioned.

All in all, I guess my life in DJ wasn’t so bad afterall. I did make good friends, that are worth keeping in touch with. Every outing with them felt like it was just yesterday that we just met. I guess these are the friends that will follow me through life’s prominent stages and hopefully till the end of time. 

It’s funny how my life changed so drastically, me leaving haphazardly, Dorothy entering a prestigious school in Melbourne, Amanda and Yee Pei splitting up to different classes. And now it had changed again, me being a lifeless mugger and complaining I can’t walk everyday instead of complaining about wearing green uniform and carrying heavy textbooks. Gone were those days sitting in math class pulling out pieces of rubber erasers from my hair and hanging out after playing pool or a long day of school. I guess as I tend to appreciate my friends more now that I’m older and (hopefully) more matured. And I appreciate those people in my secondary school life back home more than ever.