Memory Lane ;

As of this moment, I’m flipping through my “scrap book”.

Or rather a scrap folder. With little bits and pieces of my secondary school life such as class and cca photos, little notes and such. I kinda have to, since I’m trying to apply to SMU (again). Taking a year of rejection isn’t easy, but let’s give them another $15 and try again eh? Apparently they need the ‘O’ Level cert and I keep it in that folder.

Of course, I procrastinated compiling all the needed documents and started flipping through the folder, kinda reliving each moment as I looked at each item. Certainly a sense of nostalgia there as you sit there, just remembering how each and everyone used to be like. All the way from Sec 1 to Sec 4. One of my thoughts were like “HAHA he or she used to look like that! Oh heck I used to look like that.” Then you’ll start rememebering bits and pieces of what they used to be and what they meant to you at that point of time. Among other things, you’ll also start thinking about the choices made then and how everything seems/doesn’t seem to match up at that point of time yet look so trivial now.

Having foreknowledge when you’re young would have been a great thing wouldn’t it?