sobering.
judex ergo cum sedebit,quidquid latet apparebit:nil inultum remanebit.quid sum miser tunc dicturus?quem patronum rogaturus,cum vix justus sit securus?
rex tremendæ majestatis,qui salvandos salvas gratis,salva me, fons pietatis.salva me.
how time flits its wings.
the coolest thing happened to me today.i was online, procrastinating as usual, refusing to write my three thousand word long essay on the American Civil War, when my brother suddenly messages me. he tells me: "hey. your primary school friend called the house today and asked for you." naturally, i was stunned; astounded. my first thought was what primary school friend? if you knew me during primary school-- you would understand what i mean by that. i had to be the most grumpy, uncooperative, and wholly unpersonable overweight child EVER. i hated everybody and everything, and all i did was sit in the corner and count pokemon cards and write long, overwrought and angsty stories about death, destruction, and having a roller coaster installed in my backyard. :Pso my brother gives me a number, and tells me to call this friend. so, intrigued, i sms this person, leaving a message essentially saying, "hi, who are you?" and said person replies me. and i am, for an instant, completely dumbfounded, and extraordinarily excited. it was kok jian. foo kok jian! this name, of course, means nothing to you, but he was the person who sat next to me for two years in primary three and primary four. essentially, my only friend. :)) we used to pass notes in class, and we would ALWAYS get caught. and we used to draft up horror stories together, and he would draw the accompanying pictures! he was amazing at art, then.. always got ninety percent for art class. :) he was the single greatest influence on my handwriting-- he had the neatest handwriting for a nine/ten year old. i used to emulate his handwriting, and he would teach me the value of the ballpoint pen as compared to a gel-ink pen. and up till now-- still using the ballpoint pen, i am. ohhh my gosh. the memories.i remember his long flip-flip ruler. :)messaging him brought back so many memories of primary school, and for the first time in a long time, i can look back on my primary school days and smile, not cringe. i remember going to em1 [class: primary 5EE] in the year 1998, and feeling so utterly despondent and regretful that i didn't just choose to go to em2 because, well, kok jian went to 5GG. [i cannot believe i still remember this.] i remember he used to stay at ang mo kio ave 10, and he used to take the 53 home. [i can't believe i even KNOW this.] my very LAST memory of him was when i was in primary six, and we met on the bus after getting back our posting results. and i remember him telling me he was going to anderson secondary. and i remember telling him i was going to raffles, and i remember smacking him on the shoulder because he was so surprised at my apparently fake intelligence. :Poh my gosh, that was eight years ago. and we haven't SPOKEN spoken in ten years.it's amazing, how God brings back people into your life. :)and he STILL has the horror stories we wrote when we were nine. i'm afraid to read them now; i might be tempted to strangle nine year old me. SO FRIGGING COOOOOOOL!ciao.
