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.Saturday, December 09, 2006 ' 11:30 PM
Heart felts.

you know what?? i'm 20 next year. 20

i dont know is i am ready for this. i feel so old.

oh god, i want to go back to secondary school. i want to wear uniform. i miss my uniform. i miss my tie and badge. i miss my white-turn-grey shoe. i miss writting on my shoe. i miss playing netball everyday after school. i miss walking to the back to buy bubble tea. i miss having mr quek chasing us to go home cos they have to lock the gate. i miss monday when i have to take the pledge with rhe mic not on sometimes. i miss the malay store's nasi lemak. i miss the fruit store's auntie cos she will always leave one packet of guava full of sour palm powder and a packet of papaya in the fridge for me. i miss walking to the furthest water cooler to drink water cos i'm damn bored in class. and then i miss getting out of school once the bell ring and head down to serene. i miss computer lesson and EOA prac cos me and aravin will talk and talk and talk like nobody's business. oh god. i miss aravin. i miss walking out of school during recess. i miss sleeping in class. i miss staying in class for recess. tho abit loner but i still like it.

and then, i miss st margs. i miss having kwan wai and gang irritating the shit out of me. i miss sitting outside class crapping. i DONT REALLY miss having teachers picking on me everyday. i miss westhern store auntis callling "CHRISTINE!!" with me standing right at the end of the queue. i miss walking to coro to cosy corner and ke ai ji and walking to serene.


AIYAH, I MISS BEING 14,15 AND 16







Her.

Nicole Christine Au
Eleven December 1987
Hongkonger


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