The Your-Life-Stories Thread
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Originally posted by Detached:
Have some faith in me...
Very hard lar, very hard! Even for an experienced person, I think I also don't dare to ride for too long.
Somemore you know I have a very poor sense of balance. Wait you turn right, I lean towards the left how?? Maybe I also don't dare to ride tandem bicycles. -
1992,I was in Pri 3.
My maths was horrible and i failed several times.
During the mid year exams,i got back my Maths paper and i scored 64/100.
I was so happy that i forgot that i got 64 and when i got home,i told my mum that i got 46.
She scolded and caned me.
After that she felt that i wasn't getting enough punishment and she went to my room,took my favourite teddy bear and cut off its ears.
I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next day,we got to bring back the test papers home and then did i realise i scored 64 instead of 46.
When i brought the paper home,my mum had no choice but to sew back the ears back on my teddy.
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Originally posted by MooKu:
Very hard lar, very hard! Even for an experienced person, I think I also don't dare to ride for too long.
Somemore you know I have a very poor sense of balance. Wait you turn right, I lean towards the left how?? Maybe I also don't dare to ride tandem bicycles. Don't worry, dear.. We'll take it slow.. short distance to longer distance.. very progressive one
Aiya, anyway I'm still very far from my bike lah... At least 5 months away... -
Originally posted by Patrik:
1992,I was in Pri 3.
My maths was horrible and i failed several times.
During the mid year exams,i got back my Maths paper and i scored 64/100.
I was so happy that i forgot that i got 64 and when i got home,i told my mum that i got 46.
She scolded and caned me.
After that she felt that i wasn't getting enough punishment and she went to my room,took my favourite teddy bear and cut off its ears.
I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next day,we got to bring back the test papers home and then did i realise i scored 64 instead of 46.
When i brought the paper home,my mum had no choice but to sew back the ears back on my teddy.
Nehmind.. I can be your teddy bear
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My kindergarten days, i was already puppy love with this girl. N my aunty was the principle that time too, and taught my class. N we always have those prayer songs before break, i always get her extra milo.
N by primary 1 , we went swimming lessons together n minor training. Always swim at same pace with her n had to do frog jumps cause coach diao me for doing that. lol.
But she left overseas after Primary 3.
O and i once a while get my mum to buy me the Tora-Tora chocolate thingy so i can give to her at school.
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I had a childhood sweetheart...
Wasn't that much of a sweetheart actually...
Except I was in K2 and we already knew each other, we met at a place where we learned art together and we hit it off really well. I practically looked forward to every Friday evening, just to see her and to talk to her.
In the 3 hours lesson, we spent more time chattering than coloring. From the local drama to lame jokes like Takashimaya's Chinese translation (大家去买é¸), the art teacher practically told us off more than a hundred times, because we were always the last to finish!
By a stroke of luck or kismet, we ended up in the same primary school. Though we neither spend many recesses nor play a lot of hopscotch together, we were certainly very excited about our little Friday evening rendezvous.
From crayons to sticks of charcoal, the friendship progressed through the years. People even teased us for being like a couple - and there were rumours of her being fond of me when we were in primary six. While I can't say things like I had something for her romantically, I know there was something special.
The last Christmas we spent together was a party at our art teacher's place in 1998 - food, gifts, lucky draw, games and some 'dancing'. Despite the fact that I can no longer remember what I won at the shitty lucky draw, the memory of two amateurs moving shyly alongside each other to Savage Garden's Truly Deeply Madly is still as clear as crystal
Nearing 2000, I left that art place to learn art from a local artist, but we were still in touch constantly - be it a meet up or just a phone call. However, we lost contact abruptly when I quitted art lessons and decided to grow up too fast. She called me quite a few times and even tried to reach me through a mutual friend we knew at the art place, but I was too 'cool' and occupied with silly things to give a care.
It was until some 2 years later, I met her by chance at the train station. There she was alone, in her uniform, hugging on some books and still the same girl I knew - but I was no longer. To cut a already long story short, I went over anyway with the intention of saying hi. But somehow words came out wrong, and I said something along the line of "Wah what happened to you?" just because she became a li'l pimply.
She immediately looked disappointed and responded with the same question. I jived with her a little before we went our own way, little did I know that the chance meeting was to be our last. I had an inflated sense of self-importance and was being too superficial. In retrospect, I was the 'fish-gone-bad' that shouldn't had judge.
Though I would like to think that this isn't big enough to be a regret in my life, I still lament that someone whom was close to me had to go away with a such unpleasant last memory of me.
I wish I wasn't such a jerk...
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Keep the stories coming in leh, guys!
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Gosh.
You suck!
Why you so mean! I am also pimply.. gosh, now I see your true colors.
See lah, if you weren't so mean, maybe now you'd be happily married to your childhood sweetheart with 2 kids.
Do you still keep in touch with her?
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Originally posted by MooKu:
Gosh.
You suck!
Why you so mean! I am also pimply.. gosh, now I see your true colors.
See lah, if you weren't so mean, maybe now you'd be happily married to your childhood sweetheart with 2 kids.
Do you still keep in touch with her?
Why you so mean? Must be karma
No, not at all. We lost contact for 7 years already. And even if I were to see her again, I'm not even sure if I would go over to her - you know how badly I screwed up the attempt at saying hi the last time =X
But I definitely.. owe her an apology...
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Originally posted by Detached:
Why you so mean? Must be karma
No, not at all. We lost contact for 7 years already. And even if I were to see her again, I'm not even sure if I would go over to her - you know how badly I screwed up the attempt at saying hi the last time =X
But I definitely.. owe her an apology...
Of course you must go and say hi! Maybe rekindle old flame?
How sweet... -
Originally posted by MooKu:
Of course you must go and say hi! Maybe rekindle old flame?
How sweet... I'm attached hor
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Originally posted by Detached:
I'm attached hor
Attached but not married wat!
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Originally posted by MooKu:
Attached but not married wat!
Then can makan secretly liao -
Originally posted by Detached:
Then can makan secretly liaoWhy secretly? Will get indigestion one hor. Wait you hide in a dark corner and makan your nasi lemak, inside got caterpillar you think it's long bean how?
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Originally posted by MooKu:
Why secretly? Will get indigestion one hor. Wait you hide in a dark corner and makan your nasi lemak, inside got caterpillar you think it's long bean how?
Then I can makan openly?
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Originally posted by Detached:
Then I can makan openly?You want to makan? Really?
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Originally posted by MooKu:
You want to makan? Really?
I go read book now -
Originally posted by Detached:
I go read book now No leh, quick answer my question, you want to makan issit?
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Originally posted by MooKu:
No leh, quick answer my question, you want to makan issit?
I just makan nasi lemak.. mai lah.. still full -
Originally posted by Detached:
I just makan nasi lemak.. mai lah.. still fullDessert leh?
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Originally posted by MooKu:
Dessert leh?
had ice kachang liao wat -
yes, you were mean ..
this will teach you to think before you speak ..
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once upon a time,
a young boy had a classmate, he pitied her for she was talk behind about. she had friends but they did not treat her the way she did to them. they did not invite her to parties or whatever whatnot. this young boy decided to help her, be her friends.
he went around, asking what was wrong with her from others. they said she acted cute too much and all those bad criteria. he wanted to change her. she said to him, she didn't like things to kept behind her back and care about what people think of her. so he was always truthful to her, telling her things, the good and even the bad.
she couldn't accept it. she made him look like the bad guy. she told him to keep his opinions to himself. she asked him not to talk to him until he's done with being judgamental. she said she was happy with herself. she knows her flaws but doesn't want to change herself. she said that the young boy wasn't god to change the way she is.
the boy didn't felt any emotions. neither disappointment nor sadness. he realised she's just not worth his time. who was she to him, she was neither his love nor life. she's just another friend of his that he could simply throw away.
so now, the young boy will treat like they never knew each other. he's going to live life with his view of her being a sad desporado girl who had a fragile heart who cried for the littlest thing.
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Originally posted by Daisuke-kun:
once upon a time,
a young boy had a classmate, he pitied her for she was talk behind about. she had friends but they did not treat her the way she did to them. they did not invite her to parties or whatever whatnot. this young boy decided to help her, be her friends. he went around, asking what was wrong with her from others. they said she acted cute too much and all those bad criteria. he wanted to change her. she said to him, she didn't like things to kept behind her back and care about what people think of her. so he was always truthful to her, telling her things, the good and even the bad. she couldn't accept it. she made him look like the bad guy. she told him to keep his opinions to himself. she asked him not to talk to him until he's done with being judgamental. she said she was happy with herself. she knows her flaws but doesn't want to change herself. she said that the young boy wasn't god to change the way she is. the boy didn't felt any emotions. neither disappointment nor sadness. he realised she's just not worth his time. who was she to him, she was neither his love nor life. she's just another friend of his that he could simply throw away. so now, the young boy will treat like they never knew each other. he's going to live life with his view of her being a sad desporado girl who had a fragile heart who cried for the littlest thing.
Sec 1 no learn paragraphing yet?
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Originally posted by ä¸�如就æ»:
yes, you were mean ..
this will teach you to think before you speak ..