"Forgotten in sands, destroyed by time"
Just finished organizing my closet. I expected it to be filled with cramps of worksheets, foolscap papers and broken pencils and other stuffs hateful in the sight of God. However much to my amazement, I found some historical things worth pondering over. For instance, a Primary Three Mathematics "General Revision 3" worksheet was incomplete and clamped between the stack of "Young Scientist" magazines which all belong to me... Worth reflecting for at least three days... I must have been a true genius to be leaving notes on childish-design notebooks to guide the present me to my lifelong aspirations.
Since Primary Three, science had always been my passion in school; the passion that misled me to believing that ghosts, vampires, werewolves, zombies and Frankenstein exist because of science. The passion for Science also led me to believing that anything and everything that happen in this world are all like experiments that are either complete or incomplete, or failed. I was also brilliant in my Science subject in P3, which is why I was third in class back then...
Ah... Memories of that little significant friendship that eventually forged into an undying bond between me and my three best friends in Primary School. I could remember when I was mindless as a squid and had to be 'controlled' by the entire class, although some of them didn't really care. I was usually 'controlled' by people like Ray, BX and some others like Seri and Kaman and Lynn... I was the highlight of the class who always get into trouble. How nostalgic it felt right now...
I also found some materials that pushed my mind back to 2006 and 2007, when I belonged to the B class. I had sworn a never-ending hatred to a jerk in the name of Zhang Wen Han. Also, I met many new fiends like Howie, Gerard, Edmond, Peh Yu Heng etc. I remember befriending Serene and Wei Min, whom I eventually regarded them as 'sisters'. Well, that was life in pre-puberty. I was awesome, with the earned title by Mr. Lye of "lost sheep from the herd". Generally it was meant as a joke, and I did take it as a joke...
Now that I've grown up, I don't need anymore 'controls'. The past is the past. We can do nothing to change it. Okay... Assuming we DO know how to create a time machine, how do we even USE it? The past shall always be buried deep in my heart and soul.