Time Flies

Just today a junior of mine added me to her Friendster list and after browsing through her photos and looking at how some familiar faces had grown up suddenly makes me feel... nostalgic. It was feels just like yesterday (I know this is an overused cliched line but that's what I am feeling right now ok? >_<) that I was still in (Secondary School Year 5) Form 5 and the rest of my juniors are in Form 1. Now all of them had graduated from secondary school recently. When I was browsing through her photos I had that "been here done that" feeling and I find myself wishing I could relive my secondary school days again. Still remember how I spend nearly all of my secondary school days as a prefect, how we would always start a rebellion against the head prefect, the two crushes I had during my five years there, the rejections I faced from the, how our conversation revolves around sex and watching porn was like an adventure to all of us. I still remember one of my close friend invited me over to his house for pizzas and porn when his parents are not around, I still can't stop laughing each time I think of it. I still remember how I was a rising "star" of the PBSM but only to quit as a sign rebellion against the new President but only to come back after being invited personally by another President during secondary 4. How I use to have a passion for chess. I was never really good at it but still the passion for chess and the love of going to competitions had been a part of my life during my five years there. I still remember the last two years of my secondary school days where me and my friend were considered as "heart throbs", yeah go ahead and laugh all you want but it's true :P and how I constantly receive gifts from girls and how I had to asked my mum to help me to settle a girl who constantly called me about 3 times a day. Those were the days indeed. Too I didn't experience any of those during my University life... (oh I am soooo going to get my ears pulled if my girlfriend read this sentence >_<) Sigh I really miss those days, where all friends are pure and none of them are out there to backstab you. How we are all so innocent and naive and the world outside meant nothing to us. How we view things in life as either black or white and never shades of grey. Maybe this is why I seldom mentioned anything about my past.... I hate the feeling of nostalgia... the feeling of wanting to relive your past but reality had just had to say "NO!"