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ZUOHAN, 06121988rickdecgozz@hotmail.com 23yrold boy with a 40yrold intellect NTU Communication Studies jog.gym.eat.laugh.sleep.sing.travel
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Monday, October 10, 2005
Sometimes I wonder.. Papers finally ended and I got home after lunch with Pearly, Yongquan, Jk and Kinho. Suffered the retribution of getting annoyed over simultaneous jokes over my diarrhoea and weak health. But what amazed me was my patience and my maturity while handling sardonic puns. And I begin to wonder, am I hiding behind a facade all this while? Perhaps to a small extent. I do realise the meaning of 'growing up' more clearly now. Ironically, I still get frustrated over minor issues at home, sometimes being very skeptical and cynical over people's behaviour, though I seldom expend that anger out publicly. Peer Pressure? No idea. While in the midst of this character development (or modification as a more appropriate term), I am certainly enjoying my change of attitude and management of anger and negativity. Conversed with Vanessa just now, over examinations, over her life and mine, over time which is hastily tickling away. Then we came to the topic of my clique. The term sounds quite foreign to me, as most of us are journeying through our own school life, and I think its nothing surprising. But at the same time, I know that they represent a great portion of me. My life still revolves around them. For example, while waiting for Pearly to finish her food, I began to play with the left-overs ingredients. While recalling the vivid memories of Eileen playing with food all the time, and the fun that we had in Swensen months ago, I was comforted. I felt the warm, the memories of those people so familiar to me. I miss them. Even though arguments were inevitable, transformations were expected, as well as segregation within the group, I know they are still as critical to me as before. There lies a gigantic difference between the friendship forged during my secondary school days and junior college life. It does not mean I am not loving my horde of classmates and buddies, but the comparison between my feelings for these two groups of people really differs. Puzzling? I am confused too. But not that I ponder over this matter all the time. In fact, it was just imprinted in my mind out of the norm. But I am positive over my fresh memories of them- they are validated by my daily actions and habits. |
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ZUOHAN, OUT!
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