Diary

I just finish reading a very very long entry from a close friend's blog, someone whom i have known for 10 years. He wrote bout his childhood, a part of mine too. It got me a little teary as i start to think back, about those years that have passed..

In my early primary school days, i was a small sized big specs boy, uniform always looked oversize on me who's underweight. I didn't excel in my studies, i didn't shine in sports, i wasn't a fast runner when we played 'catching' during recess. There was nothing at all interesting bout me. I knew nothing bout playing music yet. I didn't know how to cycle. I had few friends; only some classmates - those short ones like myself who stood in the 1st few rows when we line up, and some who took the same school bus as me. I had a habit of saving my daily allowance. When i had accumulated enough, i would go to the school bookshop and buy as many things as i could. Rubbers, rulers, pencils, my favourite pointer, the one that teacher uses. And then i'll give them out to my friends in the school bus on the way home. We played games like 'scissor paper stone' and 'ji ko pa' and my presents will be rewards for the winners(for nothing). Think they liked playing with me then, when i was generous boy Samuel Wong. Sometime in those years i also remember a classmate - my partner who sat beside me in class. This silly boy would give me a portion of his allowance daily(for at least half a year), i forgot why but i liked him a lot. I hope now he don't remember me for that.

From primary four, it was compulsory to have an ECA, now known as CCA. I joined the chess club for a few weeks then hopped to science club. I knew nuts bout chess and science and i didn't have friends there. So i quit and joined football club instead since i had one good friend in it. His name is P. P is a fast runner and a good football player while i was the opposite, so we didn't practise together. During training and games, P was often on the ball while i could only try my best to get near the ball and kick it towards the opponents' side. Basically, i just needed the coach to mark my attendance and fulfill the need to have an ECA. I stayed in the club a lousy player till i guaduated from primary school.

In secondary school, i learnt the word 'sud', means cool. I wanna look cool and be 'sud'. I had new armani hairstyle. My hair was hard and high everyday. When i look around in class, the ones who's hair were more flat and like to study were not cool, those who tuck out their shirts and play soccer were more cool. Soccer was the international language in my school. St Andrews' a boys school. And so i joined my classmates for soccer most of the time during recess or after classes. I was still a lousy player. Each time we 'make team', i'll hope to be the captain. If i was, the 1st guy i chose will feel sad to fall in my team. If i wasn't the captain, i'll be among the last to be selected.

I'm gonna stop here cos i'm feeling really tired now.