I miss...

* This was originally posted on 18 July 2006 at http://annesoh.blogs.friendster.com/blahblahblahsss *

I miss being young, when we were ignorant, innocent and naive, and carefree of worries, burdens, & liabilities.

I miss my primary school childhood, when we will all walk, hop & skip to & from school together, when we all (from different classes) know one another and say hi bye to one another, when we all play together after school.

I miss my secondary school period when netball was my love, when we are growing up to discover the opposite sex in other schools, when we all thought that the good 4 years will never end, when we go orchard shopping in netball skirts, when not much homework was done, when we laughed and cried together, when we thought that we will all stay together as close frenz forever.

I miss my junior college days when we were new to the class, when we really felt grown up, when we will skip the first few lectures to go for breakfast together, when we copied each other's work in Physics Lab classes, when we realise that this is the first step in stepping into university, when we realise that we have to work hard for the A Levels, when we would go back to school on saturdays to revise our work in the study room, when our hearts go thud thud thud when we receive messages from the person that we have a crush on, when we could talk to that someone throughout the night till day break without feeling tired, when we realise that we could be falling in love, when we realise that we could get our hearts broken.

I miss the post junior colleage and pre uni days when we would go party a few times a week, when we would be wooed by a few guys at any one time, when we first get the taste of working full time for six months, when we get the taste of spending our hard earned money, when we first broke the hearts of a few good men.

I miss the uni days when we start to feel independent, when we get used to staying outside our own homes, when we sleep in, when we go to school in berms and slippers, when we can do what we want and go where we want in our own terms, when we get our hearts broken for the first time.

I miss the days of my first job, when we are introduced proper into the cruel working society, when we discovered that work is what we are going to do till we die, when we take on the responsibilty of our career path, when we learn that not all colleagues are your friends, when we still can go pubbing twice a week during the first few months of training, when we hang out together everyday and grumble about the daily ramifications of our stressed out day, when we realise that we won't be together in the same company forever.

I miss those days.

* This was originally posted on 18 July 2006 at http://annesoh.blogs.friendster.com/blahblahblahsss *