Funny how a song could make me feel nostalgic about the times when I was in A-Levels. Even though I never really excelled in the course, I did enjoy the friends and acquaintances I made there. I miss those early morning walks where I would smell the crisp morning air and walk towards college, where I would talk just about everything to my PL2 classmates, most of them whom I got along well with.
Even though it was never the best of days for me (I eventually did very badly in A-Levels and proceeded to join ADP), it was definitely the most intriguing six months worth of life lessons for me. The 'backstabbing', the gossips, the cold wars, the joy of being immature and mature, the amount of ease needed to just walk to Asia Cafe and plop down on a seat, eating different meals per day- those days were just perfect. There was really no social flaw at all; it was just pure joy caring about nothing and be with a bunch of people who would become my first few friends or acquaintances after the return to Malaysia.
Of course, there were arguments and two silly advances towards two different girls by me, but then again, as mentioned above, it was like a six months worth of life lessons for me. I was lost back then, I admit; but now, as I stand near the end of my teenage life, I could only say that it was, and it would be, the most memorable six months of my life.
Friends come and go, but to me, they are just an extended version of a family. Even though I only stay in contact closely with one of the PL2 classmates now, their presence in my life was greatly felt and I definitely dispelled the whole 'Malaysians-can't-speak-English' theory dancing in my head while I was living in a cynical Singapore back then.
Oh, and yes, I just realized this blog post is getting too long, and I shall end it here. See you soon, readers.
P.S: Apparently, my least favorite uncle of the family had a hole (literally) on his right buttock because he took a hair hormonal injection.... With a syringe that had a dirty needle. Family joke of the century. Will probably tell my kids about how a man would screw his own buttocks up because he wanted to grow more hair on his balding head. Zing!
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