it does reflect something: i don't hold a hope for memories from secondary school and below anymore..

• childhood/nursery/kindergarden, i'm under nanny's care since young, don't even wish to go home & hid behind the door everytime. daddy cycles me home, with breeze~, always the talkative one in class, and oh ya! i'm kissed by the most disgusting boy in kindergarden. YUCK!
• primary school, i can't fish anything good in my convent school. well, maybe some vivid ones in primary six, strict selections thruout the sch for SYF choir, 'chopping' hopscotch every recess, top in level, my sportsmanship start to develope, always kena sieved out to demo gymnastic shits.. blarrhh.. thatx so.. p a s t..
• secondary school, tedious & demanding cca, trying to cope with results, my relationship start flacturating, love for PE & arts class(the subjects that doesn't need brain. haha..), the nadir of my life that makes me detest st john so much & it took away lotsa stuffs from me too, i swear i'll nv forget tt night. hell.

most of stuffs thrown, carries every part & parcels of these memories above. of coz i love the good parts mentioned, it's always kept in my heart. the objects may not be with me, but it has etched deep on how it came by me. always be. the bad ones may not etched, but it does scarred me for life. i'll never forget.