Three years on, and I still get surprised with pieces from the past – more recently, an old class photo taken back in Fairfield with certain people I could possibly have chose to dislike for, say, the next 60 years down the road or so. Well obviously I’m not dumb enough to do such a thing, the fact that I can hardly remember anything during upper secondary should be evident enough.

I told myself to let go of everything since graduating from Fairfield, presuming life in Ngee Ann was going to be smooth-sailing - it sure as hell wasn’t (at least for the later part of it). Don’t expect me to go into details about this, although I think it’s a pretty awesome consolation for having such a nice timetable for year 3 – not that awesome, but I’m really contented with it.

Oh, and to the selective few whom we’ve shown mutual dislike towards each other, grow up. You probably haven’t realised (and probably won’t), but if the person who started all the bullshit couldn’t even get his facts right, how much truth could you possibly have heard? And yes, even until today I still get a good laugh from trying to recall how he calls himself Bastard (insert surname here) and thinks it’s so cool. Talk about disrespecting yourself and your family.

I feel so much better right now already.