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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Last night while waiting to drift off to sleep, I took a long forgotten stroll along a once familiar place. A place I spent few years of my life at. This time though, it was void of excitement and chatter. I, and I alone was walking through memory lane. I walked pass the place where we catch up with our friends in the mid-day. I reached the basketball court, and silhouettes began playing in my head. The friendly matches and the class practices were being remembered. I saw the field where we would run and the guys would play soccer. The memories rose from the ashes and I teared. I can't recall being this happy when I bidded goodbye to that place. Every morning was a social gathering. I missed the feeling of having flutters in my guts whenever the guy I am crushing on walked pass. A juvenile reaction at its best while growing up. I remembered crying when the guy I liked rejected me. I remembered fights with my best friends and childish riffs with other girls. I remembered lugging a huge backpack and waiting for 53 before sunrise. I remembered the fun we all had during bio lab lessons. I remembered, I remember. Last night I took a walk to the place where we would sweat under the hot sun, with you. This time the day was late and it was just the both of us reminiscing on the past. I remembered tearing and you were comforting me. For the loss of good times. For the loss of such feelings. Then, I raised my fingers and they touched the moist corners of my eyes. Nostalgia never lost its touch on me. Was there even a time when I was really in secondary school, carefree and honestly happy? I've forgotten how it feels. All I know is it's at the back of my mind and I'm clinging on to every thing I can remember about those few years. So i won't forget that once upon a time, I know happiness. That once upon a time, I got to know my best friends from this particular place. That once upon a time, the person I like would walk me to school and teased me like all my other classmates do. Memories.


On a sidenote, welcome home BFFFL. (:

I wrote my heart down.
11:38 AM



Hello,what's your name?

Name:Natalie Wong
Age:20
Birthday:30th May 1987
School: Undergrad at Murdoch Uni(Mass Communications)
Oh yes, it's the self- introduction section again where you're supposed to pigeon hole yourself in 50 words.(labelling allowed)Well, I believe in someone called Jesus and that in itself has changed my character and life in many ways. That's about it. Talk to me and you can have the right to label me further.|



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