For the upteenth time, I wonder if i'm doing the right thing by opening a facebook account and adding all my ex secondary school friends in. It's like deja vu all over again. Me on the outside watching them with their perfect school bag, perfect stationeries, perfect clothes and perfect pocket allowance (otherwise, how could they afford all those esprits and G2000s?).
Five years in YHSS left nothing much to be mulled or mused over.
Once again I felt like the stranger I was back in school. Only difference is today, they have the perfect families, the perfect kids, the perfect husbands, the perfect private house, the perfect car and basically the perfect everything.
Maybe I should just quit FB and get on with my not-so-perfect life.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I hear Voices
The office phone rang.
I absently picked up the receiver like how I would on any given day. But today, I got a shock that jolted me wide awake.
That voice. The boy couldn't have been more than 19.
The way he spoke. The lilt. The slang. The way some consonent in his words hit a high note at the oddest places. So much like my Salik.
My heart hit the roof of my mouth. I couldn't find my tongue. For one sick moment, I thought it was him. I thought I was back in 1993.
He was enquiring the status of his transcript. He claimed he was from ite macpherson. Dear God, that exact same place where Salik used to spend 2 years of his life doing something I think he regretted till this very day.
Memories came flooding in. What more can this innocent caller bring back from the depths of my best kept memories no matter how bitter?
I absently picked up the receiver like how I would on any given day. But today, I got a shock that jolted me wide awake.
That voice. The boy couldn't have been more than 19.
The way he spoke. The lilt. The slang. The way some consonent in his words hit a high note at the oddest places. So much like my Salik.
My heart hit the roof of my mouth. I couldn't find my tongue. For one sick moment, I thought it was him. I thought I was back in 1993.
He was enquiring the status of his transcript. He claimed he was from ite macpherson. Dear God, that exact same place where Salik used to spend 2 years of his life doing something I think he regretted till this very day.
Memories came flooding in. What more can this innocent caller bring back from the depths of my best kept memories no matter how bitter?
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