fourth month anniversary and reminiscing on the past
just the other day, i pondered.
What is exactly going on in my 21 years of living in this lifetime?
At a tender age of 6, i had my heart broken by David. He was my pre-school partner. That time, i found him really charming. His hair was rather long but neat! I actually have this sneaky suspicion that his mom used the entire bottle of gel to ensure that not one strand of his hair falls out of place. Anyway, he liked my best friend. When the school bell rang, I remembered running up to hug dad. But he was sooo tall. I managed to hug his thighs instead. (imagine how short i was) He never knew what i was babbling about. Think he was just racking his brains on how to pacify his brawling daughter who was making a scene outside PAP Gengis Ave.
At age 10, i remembered being slapped by my form teacher. The reason was so lame. She claimed that my sentence have no "full-stop". Some punctuation problem anyway. Because of this, i gotten 2 tight slaps concurrently; both on my left and right cheeks. My good friend wasn't spared either. Cause she didn't write "comma"!! I went home feeling angry. As usual, confided in sis. And to make the whole story look realistic, i demo it on my sis. Ya, i gave her two slaps too. Haha. How retarded of me la. She gave me a lashing first before complaining to dad.
At age 11, i began falling in love. And it was a quiet admiration which lasted for 4 years. As i grad and went on to secondary school, that feeling of infatuation never changed. I was pining everyday. We were in different schools and i could only get to see her during tuitions. That infatuation was lost when i was 14. That time, i seemed to be battling with my own sexuality. I never realised that i was a bisexual.
I was pretty stressed out with school work at one point that i trimmed off my locks and opt for a boyish-cut. Think dad noticed my changes and constantly yelled at me to behave properly. To become more feminine, that is. To get things straight, i have never thought of becoming a lesbian or something. Even though i have many friends who were at that time. Yes, i had succumbed to peer pressure and environmental changes. But not totally. I was just having harmless infatuations.
At age 17, i went through a couple of dates and gotten to know a few guys whom sis introduced. One of which was Mister Ho. And i had my first taste of what relationship was all about. Won't bring him up. Memories were bitter-sweet. More of bitter actually. Luckily the days at poly made up for everything. POLY WAS FUN la.
imisspolydays
At age 20, i met this fabulous guy. Four months have passed and we are still very much loving. Thanks for not giving up on me. Thanks for being able to compromise. Remember our "you give more and i demand less" pact? (: Thanks for giving me this chance to experience what true love is all about. Thank to you and sis for pulling me up from the lowest point in my life. It is not the gifts which you bought for me that matters. It is not your past that matters. It is not what others thought of you that matters.
The only thing that matters is you, your red bean soup, your tau suan, your pi pa gao and the bottle of sea-shells and salt crystals filled with candle wax. That is all that matters darling.
Smile more for me and i'ii be even more happy.
Happy Anniversary dearest <3
What is exactly going on in my 21 years of living in this lifetime?
At a tender age of 6, i had my heart broken by David. He was my pre-school partner. That time, i found him really charming. His hair was rather long but neat! I actually have this sneaky suspicion that his mom used the entire bottle of gel to ensure that not one strand of his hair falls out of place. Anyway, he liked my best friend. When the school bell rang, I remembered running up to hug dad. But he was sooo tall. I managed to hug his thighs instead. (imagine how short i was) He never knew what i was babbling about. Think he was just racking his brains on how to pacify his brawling daughter who was making a scene outside PAP Gengis Ave.
At age 10, i remembered being slapped by my form teacher. The reason was so lame. She claimed that my sentence have no "full-stop". Some punctuation problem anyway. Because of this, i gotten 2 tight slaps concurrently; both on my left and right cheeks. My good friend wasn't spared either. Cause she didn't write "comma"!! I went home feeling angry. As usual, confided in sis. And to make the whole story look realistic, i demo it on my sis. Ya, i gave her two slaps too. Haha. How retarded of me la. She gave me a lashing first before complaining to dad.
At age 11, i began falling in love. And it was a quiet admiration which lasted for 4 years. As i grad and went on to secondary school, that feeling of infatuation never changed. I was pining everyday. We were in different schools and i could only get to see her during tuitions. That infatuation was lost when i was 14. That time, i seemed to be battling with my own sexuality. I never realised that i was a bisexual.
I was pretty stressed out with school work at one point that i trimmed off my locks and opt for a boyish-cut. Think dad noticed my changes and constantly yelled at me to behave properly. To become more feminine, that is. To get things straight, i have never thought of becoming a lesbian or something. Even though i have many friends who were at that time. Yes, i had succumbed to peer pressure and environmental changes. But not totally. I was just having harmless infatuations.
At age 17, i went through a couple of dates and gotten to know a few guys whom sis introduced. One of which was Mister Ho. And i had my first taste of what relationship was all about. Won't bring him up. Memories were bitter-sweet. More of bitter actually. Luckily the days at poly made up for everything. POLY WAS FUN la.
imisspolydays
At age 20, i met this fabulous guy. Four months have passed and we are still very much loving. Thanks for not giving up on me. Thanks for being able to compromise. Remember our "you give more and i demand less" pact? (: Thanks for giving me this chance to experience what true love is all about. Thank to you and sis for pulling me up from the lowest point in my life. It is not the gifts which you bought for me that matters. It is not your past that matters. It is not what others thought of you that matters.
The only thing that matters is you, your red bean soup, your tau suan, your pi pa gao and the bottle of sea-shells and salt crystals filled with candle wax. That is all that matters darling.
Smile more for me and i'ii be even more happy.
Happy Anniversary dearest <3
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