yesterday while I was digging up the old stuffs in my room, I found my old notebooks since secondary school.
it struck me that my handwriting totally sucked
well, when I took a look at my old notes, I realised how messy i was.
the scribble was hardly illegible, and the note i took was all over the place.
I read through about 15 pages in my notes, which comprised physics, maths, biology, geography and some random notes that I could not remember why did I put there.
I found that to be a miracle that i successfully promoted through all my secondary school years.
It kinda brought me back the pieces of memory of my life before coming to Singapore.
I led a simple life throughout my secondary school.
School was a place to play and to enjoy.
Studying was never a worry. I spent a minimal amount of time to study, while the rest was spent on TV, computer games, and silly things with my friends.
My class was without a doubt the best class in the whole level.
My friends studied hard and played hard, we spent lots of quality time together, playing soccer, eating out, or simply talking about random stuffs.
I really missed those times; that was a very good class, and I had many good friends there.
well, it has been more than 4 years.
time flies, man...

Without a word, tears fall. Without a word, my heart breaks down.
Without a word, I waited for love. Without a word, love hurts me.
I zone out. I become a fool because I cry looking at the sky.
Without a word, farewell finds me. without a word, the end comes to me.

man i love this song