Alright, I’m actually writing this without a title yet. Before you read any further, this is actually not a post like all the other posts. By other posts, this isn’t one of those emotional/inspirational I try to be but failed miserably sometimes posts.

So, I got onto Facebook and I saw a friend request much to my surprise. I haven’t gotten one of those in a while. I saw who it was and struggled at first to recall the name cause the picture looked hugely different. After a while, I soon remembered that I met her before in tuition eight years ago. For those of you that do not know, tuition is where we take extra lessons or classes out of school because the teachers in school sometimes suck. I remembered her because she sat next to a girl that I was sure I knew because I could have almost guaranteed she was the girl that texted me a year before that she liked me although I haven’t seen her before and scared the crap out of me and also I couldn’t find any girl with a similar name from a similar school but she denies that she’s the girl when I asked her in my texts. So back to the one who added me, I don’t remember her cause she was so very noisy and had a geeky look. Guys, I’m sorry! I took in mostly only physical cues eight years ago. Shut up. So, when I saw that she added me, my response was hey, it’s a flash from the past and also, oh my, how the years have gone by and puberty have changed her. By change, I mean supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Ha. Anyway, her friend request also unlocked memories that I forgotten I have about my life as teenager in those years.

I was a dork. I still am a dork but I was more of a dork back then. Clearly, I was an admirer of the Dorkian folk and I embraced it like a child. So, I’m going to go through the years where I did tuition for the Malay language. So, I started off by going with two friends who are more like acquaintances but I got along well with them. So, it wasn’t too bad. I fooled around so much that I barely learned anything out of the it. The following year, now, I went with a childhood friend and sat in the front row. Front row! I don’t even know why I was so keen but I clearly had a thing for it. This was also when I met that chic who wasn’t a chic back then but very much so now. This was also when the teachers start picking on me, i.e. asking to answer questions and read things out loud because people who sit in front usually don’t get asked those things right. Right?

The next three years comes the phase of the quiet bean. I went to all of those classes like Aragorn/ Strider from Lord of the Rings whereby I was a lone ranger and please don’t disturb me cause I had a sword in my sheath where I will not hesitate to take it out and point at your throat when being asked questions. I know. I never took it out but I was still a quiet bean though cause I didn’t have any friends that I knew. See, I thought I wasn’t quiet when I was in high school but I clearly was now that I look back at it. So that third year, I sat next to a girl (whom I actually I can write a whole chapter of my life on) whom I barely talked to then. Even then, I looked forward to seeing her. Oh please. I’m not a stalker. It was a quiet crush. Stop being judgemental.

The fourth year, this was where I actually started being serious in class cause I wanted to do well for my high school certificate exam. So, I barely talked to people around them although I roughly know them. This time, I was in the third row of the class but I’m not entirely sure if the chic was in the class but the other two girls were. Again, I was in Aragorn mode and was such a keen bean. Alas, teachers again like to pick on me. This time, I was asked to do some reading of the literatures we were studying at the time. It was about ten pages. Alright, it’s not too bad, he’s probably going to ask me for the last time. It turned out that something about me (I would like to think it was the mature/ bloody good looking appeal of Aragorn) made him kept asking me every single week. A year later, I have now sat in the last row of the class. Funny how times have changed me. Nothing else did. Anyway, I found an answer as to why he picked me. One day, after I read finish, he said, “Your voice changed today. Did something happen?”. He said my voice was used to be a sad voice and he liked hearing it. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

Anyway, this was a random post. I really don’t have anything else to add except that I see myself becoming a vastly different person through that span of five years where I went from almost exploding talkative to a quiet mouse. Of course, being abroad has changed me a lot in that aspect too. I am probably still a relatively quiet person now but in a different way. I speak out when I have to and don’t when I don’t need to. To be honest, I didn’t mind getting picked by the teachers to do things. It probably helped my self-esteem a lot that I didn’t even realise it. Sometimes, you may want to just not do anything and be bothered with people at all but somehow some guy or girl manages to annoy you enough to make you care. It’s alright sometimes to get out of your shell. Don’t act like you’re the only person in this world. Try being the person to speak first. You never know whose life you might change.

Now, I should probably go back to accept that friend request.