Jul
14
Seriously, it's great to have memories. As I think about the old days in primary school when we brought our erasers with different countries logo to school just to flip on opponents' to win theirs, or borrowed Western Bar and Donkey Kong hand held games from friends and beat them to their scores, or received friends' invitation to write something on their autograph book (usually I took most of the time loaned to me reading other's testimonials, and uncreative people would fold the corner into half and put some lame notes there haha), I could say these stuff we had done were specially nostalgic. The current PSP, Nintendo DS or some online multi-player games did contribute to the final erosion of these child plays.Next came the Aaron Kwok dance steps which even wowed the paedophile a while (although I was thinking he bought AK moves just to mock at him). Beach Boys and GTO became the greatest few japanese dramas during those times, while I was trying to master void deck soccer skills. Did look at pretty netball and volleyball girls in school but never even thought of chasing them. Not with my nerdy looks. Okay, I better use the hectic school work as the main excuse instead.
Last time, going to polytechnic when you could sneak in any JC with the O level results was suicidal, as most people with poorer agg would want to slap you for being "arrogant" (they didn't realise there was a choice in us, what's so great about JC girls? haha). In poly, three groups divided the people I mixed with. (1) the girls chasing group (who changed partners like the new t-shirts they wore in different semesters). (2) the hardworking group (the ones who isolated themselves by sitting very in front of the lecture hall, but it's a smart move because the guys at the back are really too noisy). (3) the simply bochup group (the ones who could just walk out of the lecture room midway thru the lesson and self declare teabreak or skipped lessons just because they felt bored).
People who knew me knows the group I belonged to.
Going to NS indeed made most guys grow up. And the physical and mental torture really helped to shape up the perseverance and discipline in most of us. And I forgotten how many times I heard of some friends' gf broke off with them during the NS days. Now you understand why I say mental torture. But I still thank SAF for all the shit they gave me. It really strengthens me in many ways.
Hmm.. working wasn't so bad after all. Started to see money rolling into the bank any month. But taking responsibility like paying household bills and etc also came in at this coincidental timing, so it kinda offset everything that we earned.
Now as I sit here typing away my blog, chewing away my Pringles, I watch the system time on my bottom right corner slowly ticking away. I don't know what I will experience next. And I ain't an optimist who looks forward to every second of the future. But one thing I know, I definitely have to start what I want to do or things will be too late. I don't want to go thru my life portfolio later with blank pages within.
When I refreshed myself with Beach Boys, I admired Yutaka who just looked out of the window from his office, saw the horizon at a distant, and went for it. If only people can be as 潇洒 as him, then who will be blamed for the poor economy ahead?
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