sunday.

its another fresh sunday morning.

i'm sitting in front of the com,
facebooking, scrolling my msn contact list, staring at ppl's blog.
some were my classmates, some my frens,
and this made me think bk of the past.

sometimes,
i just like to think bk of the past.
comparing of the days of how gangster i was,
how fast we were able to draw knifes so fast,
how sometimes we played truant,
how strong we were in close combat.
in another perspective,
all this made me think how matured i hav become.

and those days,
let me thought of,
how all of us were so close,
recess was nth than a game of soccer,
how we compare skills with the malays;
northeast ppl were a bunch of easy ppl,
we are just simply easy going,
when a quarrel just happen,
we can forget it in 1 second time.
our pack had real talents,
those real sportsman, real scholars.
we also had real scums, real gangster.

in a blink of eye, six yrs passed.
i brought my easy come easy go attitude to the south.
but it was a wrong choice.
those ppl aint as easy going as us the north easterners,
some can hold a grudge for as long as a yr.
they are not so generous as the north easterners.

somehow, perhaps i cant really get along with them,
is the big difference of personality between us.
and yet, because of this reason,
i tend to mature more.

another two more yrs,
maybe i'll leave the south for gd,
returning to the northeast,
where i was born, bred, grew up as a man of the streets.

till this day,
i still miss the northeast.
you might say im weird,
but, those guys at zhss does not hav anything to let me praise of,
except for a few lyk koh chin, leo.