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警察叔叔 says that I must not write too much about myself because it is very dangerous for innocent girls like me! :D

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Finally a post with picture!!! :D

Today's AMKsian Family Day. We went to Bedok Reservoir to have our Picnic, Cross-country and Dragon-Boat race and Fun Walk. Though we successfully reached there on time, we had to separate our class into 2 sit in 2 different small buses. Girls one bus while the boys the other. Why? Because of one stupid, irritating, annoying, selfish and idiotic nitwit/ nincompoop. He was late for over 40 minutes and what's the reason? OVERSLEPT. He's so irresponsible. He blamed it on his parents that they went to work so he cannot have anyone to fetch him to school when he overslept. What kind of lousy excuse is this? How not filial! Because of him, we are the last class to set off! Why is he in our class? WHY?! ARGH!
When we reached, we set up for our picnic. We brought sandwiches, fruits, bee hoon, potato chips, tidbits, snacks and drinks. I think we had over-brought. Anyway, when our friends went for the Cross country race, we went with other classmates to cam whore. TeeHee~ It was really a magnificent view of the reservoir.

After we are dismissed, we went to take bus to AMK Interchange. They went home while I am gonna take another bus to Serangoon for my tuition. I reached early, thus, I sat on the table at the void deck to do some work. When it's time, I went up for my tuition. When there was still some time left, she gave me some poems to read and she will ask for my sense for the poem. There was 4 poems. One of it, which I like most, was The Shroud by May Wong.

The little childish happiness
Is taken off, together
With the old school uniform.


Never will I be in that uniform again.
And who will remember
The little girl with her two pigtails
With her petticoat always too long
And her thousand naughty and silly ways?


The old uniform
With the little childish delights and giggles
Is folded and locked up in the top drawer
Forever.


Shall I cry?
I am no longer a child
My eyes so dry
It's not easy to cry.


Yet I hear someone weeping-
Crying louder and louder- howling
I feel her tears-
She is the girl locked up in the top drawer.

This poem clearly shows what we all had experienced. What we all must go through. We are not primary schoolers anymore. That primary school uniform, which carries the happy and childish and innocent memories, should be overcame. We are secondary schoolers already, nobody will recall our acts in our pre-school. We can never go back to primary school and regain the happy times. Though we want to cry about it but we can't, because it useless to cry over spilled milk. However, it's painful to bottle up those feelings inside us. Dilemma.
We are upgrading ourselves each day. We must live always live in the past and forget what is happening now and what will be happening in the future.We must carry on with our lives and face the harsh reality out there instead of hiding in the past with happy memories. We should not also act like a child and not taking up any responsibility for our own actions. Although when we were children and we make mistakes, the adults would forgive us and say,"It's okay. You're still a child." and smile to us like nothing had happen. We should face the music. back to top?