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Sunday, April 13, 2008

hidden past

no it doesnt have any negative connotations.

when i bury my head in my notes and get sick n tired of staring at the same dry equations, i tend to dig up whatever i have around me. it never fails to surprise me what kind of items or rather junk (heehs) i have in my drawers and boxes.

some are indeed are heartwarming. some bring back really fond memories of primary, secondary and junior college days. some made me realise how fortunate happy and childlike i was then. others were regretful and made me cringe in pain of how foolish n naive i was then.

haha but i guess it's part of growing up.

looking back at those stacks of photos, diaries, colourful piles of letters n cards, autograph books, dozens of neoprint stickers, memory keepsakes, keychains (even spoilt ones), soft-toys, stickers, etc etc.

after all these years, even with the accumulated layers of rust dust and dirt, all these items are still as dear and precious as before. cos' all of them tell a different story and act as a kind timely reminder or evidence that certain events or even milestones indeed occur in my lifetime before.

this afternoon, i was rather taken aback to find probably my first letter that was addressed to me. it was actually the POSBkids club, dated 1998. exactly ten years ago.

and it's still kept neatly in one of my boxes.

hope my mom dont chance upon it or else it will end up in the bin. haha.

collage of photos - did this in jc days

a piece of artwork from krystal to cheer me up in either jc or sec sch days - i rmb being really touched n surprised by her effort ((: yea i was known to my clique as a sotong heeh :p

the one in blue is a card from my jc class, made by minyuan. it was a card to cheer me on, when i was the only girl left in my class to get a silver clearing for napfa. the words on that really spurred me on. ((: very heartwarming too.

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the recent news of the illegal immigrants from myammar who suffocated to their death really got my attention. one could never imagine the torture they went through. in one of the photos, most of dead bodies' hands were outstretched. i can almost picture last scene before their deaths - pounding hard on the metal doors.

i read this from somewhere, ' no human being is illegal '. how true.

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one last thing: there's a heated discussion going on here, http://www.straitstimes.com/ST%2BForum/Story/STIStory_226394.html

i just want to give my friend a big pat on the back for such bravery! u go girl ((:

i shant comment on anything, even though emotions are almost exploding inside me haha. but i dont wish to fester any already imflammed raw feelings. sometimes freedom of speech or ideologies really come with a price.

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pain can be a good thing afterall.
it makes me realise that im still a human.
and we all do make mistakes.
we just need to know when to put a end to such pain.

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studying really can make one so stressed n depressed!
jiayou my friends, dont give up yet!

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by: tripowski

a colourful sight to behold (:

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