memories

This is written in response to Yong Zhi's entry on the acjc graduation day.
I remember what it felt like to leave MGS. Sure, some of my friends made me feel crummy for "betraying" them, but in the end, i still wanted to go back, and thread down those hallowed hallways and byways and know that somehow, this place had left a mark on me. I remember coming back to MGS, and, walking through the buildings, it was like walking through my memories, reliving life. The patch where we played hopscotch in primary one, our ballet studio, the gym where i first learnt how to do the bridge, to do a handstand, to cartwheel, the stairss where we played catching, and where yi hui fell and scrapped her knee. Somehow, it seemed as if the past was infused in those grey tiles, that old "horse", the short tables that i once sat in. So when i remember MGS, i remember all that, i remember the laughter, i even remember the tears. I remeber serene and sara, my two best friends, and i also remember nicole, who hated my face for no reason (i secretly found this amusing) or judith, my arch rival. And i miss it. The lessons i've learnt, the priceless memories i've collected; i'll never trade them over for anything in the world. So yes, i believe that missing a place is not unusual, missing something is not impossible. it would, afterall, greatly account for the strange pangs i feel everytime i walk into MG now, and see the glass panelled areas, and thee was-primary one classrooms that is now the staff room. i miss old MG, with the wide areas for us to play on the 2nd floor, and the area outside the hall for us to practice our handstands, propped up against the wall.
And as to being an anomaly, i think everyone is special. Everyone is different, and everyone is a gift to be treasured. Just as every experience, whether good or bad, can teach us something, every person, whether "good" or "bad", has something irresistable in them, some precious gem in them that shines through. It's just a matter of finding it, and appreciating it. Back in primary school, i was different, too. In fact, i think you might just call me nerdy. but somehow, i never realised that. To me, i was like any other girl, with my own little circle of friends. Although people teased me for looking like harry potter, it never affected me; i wasn't offended. My sense of my own centre must've been overly strong.. So yong zhi. you are NOT cancer. NO ONE is cancer, because cancer is plain badd. Cancer is sin, which a) spreads and b) causes the body to die. you are just different. like a strand of white hair in a mass of black hair, or a mole, or a freckle. :D