was cleaning my book shelf when i stumbled upon an old album that i had received when i was about 10 probably, and kept a lot of young photos of me in it, obviously. there were photos of me when i was a baby, a pretty chubby one, and there were photos from when i was in primary school. i had to admit, i looked pretty cute. nothing more recent in it because the recent ones are more saved on devices rather than having them printed in an album. shuffling through the old photos made me nostalgic, being the sentimental person i am, plus with the sensitivity, i actually shed some tears. looking back at the good old days, i wanted to be bring myself back there. i want to relive back those moments where i have failed to cherish, i have failed to live. its not like i hate my current life, its just that i miss what i had. i miss primary school the most, i had loads of fun, i actually had a pretty great childhood. whilst looking through the photos and trying to remember the names of the people in it, i wondered where they are now. i wonder do they still even remember me, i doubt that since i was merely a speck of dust in their life, insignificant.
i remember a lot from my primary school days, i remember being hugged and carried off my feet by azad, who now is a very attractive looking guy (saw his twitter) i remember being slapped in the face by ustazah faezah because i didnt glued the pictures to my book, i remember having this crush on ahmad nazmi from standard 2 until standard 5, i remember having loads of sleepovers at misha's and elyssa's. i remembered eating nasi ayam with sambal nasi lemak, it was my ultimately favourite menu at school, i remembered staying back at school for my co-curriculum's activities, i remembered knowing a lot of kelantanese teachers, i remembered being a prefect at the age of 9, i remembered going late to school everyday since standard 4 because i had moved to shah alam, i remembered losing my first ever flip phone on the annual school sports day but a teacher had found it and returned it to me because i had my picture as the wallpaper,i remembered i was so good at lompat tinggi, i remembered participating in a lot of school activities cause i was active as shit, i remembered being sick and had gone to bilik rawatan but instead my friends accompanied me and we sang and dance to party in the usa by miley cyrus, i remembered making my first ever social network which was myspace and looking back at it, i groan in disgust, i remember those small, small, moments. sitting and chatting with my friends, laughing in class, playing games with the teachers, making diary entries about my friends and crushes (that eventually crushed me lmao) those small, priceless, moments.
so you can conclude that i am a person who looks back a lot. maybe because i miss those moments, and maybe i want to have another chance at reliving those moments? impossible? i know. but hey, i learned a lot and have gained experienced from life itself. i have no plans on wasting my life now, cherishing and appreciating every moment. they say not to live in a moment too long, might kill ya.