i love writing

have i ever told you that before? no? well.....strange. because.... i do. i just don't know it yet, because, i haven't exactly written a lot in the past.... oh, 20 years. did you know, that i used to write match reports of the soccer we used to play in fairfield methodist primary? i can still remember how the notebook looked like (roughly). it'd make my year if i could find that notebook replete with my match reports again. i think it's gone. anyhow, i used to have a splendid memory. i'd know who was on who's team, who made the plays, scored the goals, and all the keynote pieces of action that took place. and i'd chronicle all that down, and more, in a detailed (for a reporter of 8 or 9), descriptive and vivid account. i guess i do have  natural appetite for dramatization. a pity i think that notebook is now very much history.

for a grown man now at a tender age of 29, depressed and depressive, it brings a smile to my face reading through my essays of old, penned under the watchful and sometimes-crazed eye of mrs camilo heng, form teacher of 6B. my recent meetup with daniel was memorable for the way he said he could not get over how unreasonable and unlikable she managed to be quite often, and how he still feels his emotions rising just thinking of it, more than 15 years on.

the days at fairfield will be forever treasured, forever cherished, and forever upheld in my mind as the most fun, innocent, and clean-cut times of my life. a new chapter is to be written from today.