The one that had been ..

i happen to have a good long term memory. really. stuff that are memorable and automatically registered in my head. i bet if my brain is a hard disk, it would be like a huge gigabyte

when i was 5, i was such a timid scared tiny tot who was terrified of the thunder and lightning. i was enrolled into a kindy which has a giraffe shaped slide. we were allowed outside playing in the playground when it started raining. we were shooed in and this other boy wouldn't come in. thunder roared and lightning flashed. i was so terrific and to make things worst, the boy slipped and his lips/chin bleed. the sight of the injury + the thunder was too terrifying for me, i threw up. i stopped kindy till the next year

when i was 6, a boy in kindy taught me how to eat cream filled biscuit. open it, eat the empty uncreamed piece , then peel the cream, roll it into a ball and eat it like some sweet.

when i was 9, my best friend and I were locked in the toilet when we changed into our PJ clothes during recess. i dunno why the door has no knob but it closed and a male teacher had to kick open the door. we spent the whole recess recalling our incident to everyone we met

when i was 10, there were some aedes campaign going on in my school. the thoughts of the aedes and people suffering etc etc made me tear up and went home without even looking at the exhibition

when i was 13, i walked into class right after toilet at the same time my geography teacher walked in. i was not feeling well and she harass me on why i didn't greet her. i rolled my eyes , not directly at her but she saw it.

when i was 14, i skipped art class and hung out at the sick bay room. i slipped in class unnoticed 5 mins before the class ended

when i was 15, i wrote a romantic steamy poem and 6 years later, i found out people thought i was sick at that time

when i was 17, i had my period on my bday and it sucked so bad. on the same day, i found out my pet bro was not a virgin anymore. i felt so sick i threw up 2 hours after i turn 17 officially

when i was in national service camp, on 13 feb, i had an antibiotic on an sorta empty tummy. hours later, really bad stomachache. luckily i recovered for valentine

the last guy i really adored, i met him on 10 june 2006, i was wearing purple.

i forgot when i confessed to him, but i was wearing black.

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i remembered when i first start writing, it was 17 august 1999. my first piece was a three page exercise book story about some shit. it seemed that i wrote sex stories although i have no idea what the hell it was back then.

when i was 13, i was actively writing stories of fantasies filled with boybands *ahem* Nsync way back then. the story was never complete.

i wrote love poems when i was 15 despite the fact that i never had a relationship before. i helped write poems for friends. i co wrote a love story with two other friends. it was never finished

i kept writing all the way up to the day i had to leave for national service. then i started a day by day diary. one day i would like to read back and recall what i did. did i went on the raft? was it raining that day? what did i do on valentines? who did i like back then ?

when i entered university, i had no more time to write. i spend too much time in front of the computer and less time on paper. i blame myself.

therefore i decide to pick up writing again. slowly. step by step.

that's why i am currently working on an idol fanfic *ahem* Jay Chou which is not centered around him.

looking back, i do realize my stories when i was younger was illogical and really stupid but that was my fantasy, that was my way of expressing myself.

note that i only write teenage or romance stories. despite the fact that i never have been in one of those lovey thingies.

the only thing that kept me going on with my current fanfic are my readers. u guys know who you are.

because writing the piece is one part of the pleasure but having responds and readers are the one who are pushing me to write.

although i might be slow in uploading it, once again, due to assignment and overdose computer usage, i will keep writing as long as i have you guys

for all i know, i'm not letting go off the pen anytime soon. my grammar may been broken and my tenses go haywire. i might not know big words but i really like to express myself this way.

should i upload my first piece of shit i wrote when i was 12? ;P