it really is so much more fun to write an essay, rather than do a maths question.
a dirty, old worn soccerball, lying by the wayside... its seams all broken from the relentless kicking about in the last 2 years of secondary school. Now it just lies there, unused. "Oh, when was the last time i played soccer with them." Matthias presses the "flashback" button on his essay writing computer.... Zwish....
"That was a foul lor! Wah Lau Eh!"
"Cannot play soccer then don't play lah!"
Those days spent on the hard green-coloured mat were days to be remembered. We were all stars in our own right. Dave for his wonderfully quick reflexes, despite his height. Goose and Sam as our acclaimed "4Q twin towers" and dan and I for our bulldog-like tackling. It was fun when we were good. Those touches of brillance and skill inspired by our naivety of the game. We'd try twists and turns that keep our opponents on their backsides. It was fun flooring someone, or watching someone just stand there flabbergasted by their inadequacy to see the game. We'd rush down from our classrooms the minute the bell rang. We'd throw tantrums when our teachers held us back for even the shortest second. We'd be mean and bully those little boys that had such a lack of respect. Every single day, we'd had a ball. Every single day, we enjoyed.
We were the nerds of the school, yet we had so much fun together.
How the brightest boys of our Singaporean society could just put down whatever talents we had in the academic field, to enjoy life; our teachers could never understand. We wasted our talents in their eyes. We never met up to expectations. Yet we were special. We were perhaps never as outgoing as those express kids, or as hardworking as those who strived for the olympiad teams. But we were the happiest among them all.
"33, 34 and 35" The L1R5 Scores of Dave, me and Zhihon in secondary 4.
We were almost dropouts. Yet we were happy. That we could laugh at the fact we all had to go for remedial class, really did say so much about how we faced life.
Its no cliche to say "those were the days," because they were. That even as we studied, we'd be on the phone discussing about ten year series questions. And that magical moment where we raced each other down to town, just to celebrate after our O levels! Only God knows why it happened.
We've drifted though, and now as we get more caught up in our university life, we get more jaded, we stay less happy. We never have that endeavour and that unspoken joy we once had.
To us, studies were never important. Even now they aren't. I listen to everyone around me and how they reminisce about the times they went partying, watching movies, etc. And i tell myself too, that i had those days as well. To me, they were the most fulfilling days of my life. Not because we did well in our studies, not because we had so much fun, but because we were together. Somehow, togetherness is the gist of it all.
My voice softens, my enthusiasm waivering. As we reapproach the present. What lies there, is a ball from so long ago. That holds so much of what we were, and tells us how much we want to return to what we had. But we've grown up, and we've changed. We have come to a point where we aren't together anymore. We have come to a point where life has just gotton serious. And we can't joke around no more. Quarrels turn to indifferences, joy turns to subdued happiness, life comes in dribs and drabs, play becomes work....
And thus my essay ends, on this essay writing computer that once was a pen, but now is a keyboard. And i press the "send" button...
This essay represents what we so miss in our lives, the past. Yet it also tells us how we can follow our hearts, and live the life we've come to know as what we want. And thus it is an essay, and not a maths question... Because numbers become words.... just for tonight.
All of us that grew up together, retain what we had during the times we were together.
You can't fault us for our friendship, for our class spirit. We still have it till this very day.
That little touch of magic in our lives.
We grew up the way we were meant to.
We show you the way we were meant to be.
a dirty, old worn soccerball, lying by the wayside... its seams all broken from the relentless kicking about in the last 2 years of secondary school. Now it just lies there, unused. "Oh, when was the last time i played soccer with them." Matthias presses the "flashback" button on his essay writing computer.... Zwish....
"That was a foul lor! Wah Lau Eh!"
"Cannot play soccer then don't play lah!"
Those days spent on the hard green-coloured mat were days to be remembered. We were all stars in our own right. Dave for his wonderfully quick reflexes, despite his height. Goose and Sam as our acclaimed "4Q twin towers" and dan and I for our bulldog-like tackling. It was fun when we were good. Those touches of brillance and skill inspired by our naivety of the game. We'd try twists and turns that keep our opponents on their backsides. It was fun flooring someone, or watching someone just stand there flabbergasted by their inadequacy to see the game. We'd rush down from our classrooms the minute the bell rang. We'd throw tantrums when our teachers held us back for even the shortest second. We'd be mean and bully those little boys that had such a lack of respect. Every single day, we'd had a ball. Every single day, we enjoyed.
We were the nerds of the school, yet we had so much fun together.
How the brightest boys of our Singaporean society could just put down whatever talents we had in the academic field, to enjoy life; our teachers could never understand. We wasted our talents in their eyes. We never met up to expectations. Yet we were special. We were perhaps never as outgoing as those express kids, or as hardworking as those who strived for the olympiad teams. But we were the happiest among them all.
"33, 34 and 35" The L1R5 Scores of Dave, me and Zhihon in secondary 4.
We were almost dropouts. Yet we were happy. That we could laugh at the fact we all had to go for remedial class, really did say so much about how we faced life.
Its no cliche to say "those were the days," because they were. That even as we studied, we'd be on the phone discussing about ten year series questions. And that magical moment where we raced each other down to town, just to celebrate after our O levels! Only God knows why it happened.
We've drifted though, and now as we get more caught up in our university life, we get more jaded, we stay less happy. We never have that endeavour and that unspoken joy we once had.
To us, studies were never important. Even now they aren't. I listen to everyone around me and how they reminisce about the times they went partying, watching movies, etc. And i tell myself too, that i had those days as well. To me, they were the most fulfilling days of my life. Not because we did well in our studies, not because we had so much fun, but because we were together. Somehow, togetherness is the gist of it all.
My voice softens, my enthusiasm waivering. As we reapproach the present. What lies there, is a ball from so long ago. That holds so much of what we were, and tells us how much we want to return to what we had. But we've grown up, and we've changed. We have come to a point where we aren't together anymore. We have come to a point where life has just gotton serious. And we can't joke around no more. Quarrels turn to indifferences, joy turns to subdued happiness, life comes in dribs and drabs, play becomes work....
And thus my essay ends, on this essay writing computer that once was a pen, but now is a keyboard. And i press the "send" button...
This essay represents what we so miss in our lives, the past. Yet it also tells us how we can follow our hearts, and live the life we've come to know as what we want. And thus it is an essay, and not a maths question... Because numbers become words.... just for tonight.
All of us that grew up together, retain what we had during the times we were together.
You can't fault us for our friendship, for our class spirit. We still have it till this very day.
That little touch of magic in our lives.
We grew up the way we were meant to.
We show you the way we were meant to be.
posted by Matthias | 6:27 AM
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It not absolutely that is necessary for me. Who else, what can prompt?
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