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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

last night i dreamt of my old school. the school which i spent my six blooming years in. it brought back much memory and reminisence. of a time when play exceeds work. of a time when laughter exceeds tears. of a time when tears turn to laughter. of a time when laughter knew no boundaries. of a time of innocence. of a time when i hadn't discovered the meaning of stress and living a life.

a time i sorely miss.

i used to think the period i enjoyed the most in my life would be my secondary school life. but looking back, it was not to be. secondary school was filled with many painful memories. of self-inflicted tears and pain. and of dilemma and the sound in my head telling me to give up. i walked through it. it was memorable. but it is not what i enjoyed most in my life.

i miss the simple indulgences of an ice-cream, or playing soccer on the basketball court using a can or mangled bottle. soaking up the heat and trying to be what all the guys are. i miss the swims across the street. and the trips to the temple which connects our school. how we'll be so awed yet afraid of the darkest spots. how the spiral staircase was prohibited and we boasted about how it was haunted to other schools. the school bus rides.

how happy we used to be, just by walking in the rain in our yellow boots and raincoats.

all those happy days can never be compared, to these days filled with the pressures of the world.
-cheryl
9:44 AM





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