.reminiscence of a rebellious teenage-hood.

I woke up amazed. Mom called and told me about Valerie. This little sister of mine had actually went on an excursion with a shoe that needs serious mending. Gosh. And, this trip involves jungle trekking, and walking along the streams. But things are quite settled and hope she enjoys her day.

Meanwhile, Mom and I were laughing over the arguments Little Irwin and Valerie had, on the phone. Soon after I hung up, it reminds me of my high school days where I was, in love too. Throwing tantrums and being such a dictator were my style. I consider myself the biggest bully ever, as I was quite hard to please, WAS..! I feel sorry for him but I've definitely paid my price for being mean.

Well, despite all the rotten memories, I do treasure a few sweet ones, who doesn't? Guys in their younger years are definitely sweeter than they are now. :p To illustrate, this was what happen when I was 15; I love Cheese Cake, particularly the one from Coffee Bean. One day, his class ended an hour before mine, so he took a taxi, went all the way to KLCC and bought me THE cheese cake, and got back just in time to see me after school. It isn't near from our school to KLCC. With the help of a cab, it did speed up things. In return, I blamed him for being so silly, he should have just wait for me and we'll go together. Eventually, I got angry and didn't want to talk to him for hours! *slap slap* Nevertheless, I ate my cheese cake, happily. ^^

Haha. How mean were I?

Recalling the past will always be sweet but the reality is, we mature. Some past is best left in the treasure box. I've learnt the lesson; to rationalise my thoughts before blaming the other half for being lackadaisical. Joe, you're such a lucky man. Haha.