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When I was browsing the net the other day, an interesting ad caught my eye — "Transformers on 4th July 2007." My first response was, "What?! Transformers? My Transformers?"

Transformers was one of my favorite cartoons some 20 years ago. I just couldn’t believe it when they said they were gonna make it into a movie, and they did. Just when I was about to forget what the show is all about, the trailer was released. It triggered my memories and brought me back to my childhood time.

It’s amazing to know that after 20 years’ time, I can sit in front of the TV and watch the same show again (well they aren’t exactly the same). The feeling is like you found a decade-old photograph or letter hidden under your desk when you were moving your furniture one day.

No matter how bad the movie might be later (which I hope it doesn’t), I’m still gonna watch it because what I expect from the movie is not its superb scripts or visual effects, but it is the spirit of a carefree young soul which I have so much wanted to be able to feel again.

You label yourself as “Busy”,
So that I will not talk to you.
Yet you have another idle chat with your boy or girlfriend,
Asking what he or she had eaten, or will be eating later.

While I am trying hard to start a new topic with you,
You are desperately trying to end it up with a simple “Yes” or “No”.
You even make yourself invisible or appear to be offline,
To throw me out of the Room as far as you can.

Two people can now get closer to one another,
By closing the distance between them with their mere fingers.
So don’t send your busy Messenger,
To drive us apart,
When we already are.

When people become older,
They eventually leave their memories behind.
We can help them remember,
By telling them stories of old times,
Stories they used to share with us when we were young.

When people become more older,
They eventually leave their strengths behind.
We can help them stand,
By holding their hands with strong grips,
Grips they used to hold us in their arms when we were younger.

When people become more and more older,
They eventually leave their families behind.
We can help them rest,
By sending them away with prayers,
Prayers they used to whisper in our ears when we were even younger.

~In memory of my beloved grandmother and Uncle Fat~

Who would have known, the most notorious class could grant the future society many successful individuals?

Who would have known, the kid who always failed Biology is now the best surgeon in the country?

Who would have known, the jock who was always behind everybody else in Physics has become a pilot and mastered Physics better than anybody else?

Who would have known, the ugliest girl in the class is now shining every moment when she acts and sings in front of national Television?

Who would have known, the nerd who was always shy and afraid to speak up has become the most intimidating lawyer in the courtroom?

Who would have known, the once benchwarmer from the team is now the star player on the field?

Who would have known, the fattest boy in the class is now the fittest personal trainer with six-packs abs and bulging muscles?

Who would have known, the girl who was slowest in calculation has become the accountant who counts faster than a machine?

Who would have known, the crackle of flames in the class had turn into the fireworks of fames?

Walking Down Memory Lane

A Tribute to The Members of 5A9, STPD Class of 2000.

It was 3 in the morning, and I couldn’t sleep.

Lately, I got to thinking about a lot of things — what kind of car should I give as a present to my own graduation, what kind of job should I look for once I’ve left school, and what kind of life should I live when I’ve started working later.

About this moment 3 years ago, I would have been thinking about which place would be a nice hang-out for tomorrow tonight, what movie am I gonna watch later with friends and what’s the vacation plan for the coming holidays.

For everybody, 3 years definitely make a difference. In 3 years’ time, a boy can be a man. In 3 years’ time, fashion can be old-fashioned. In 3 years’ time, nothing can be everything, and everything can be nothing.

I couldn’t help but wonder, in 3 years’ time, what will happen to my life? Will I still own the same car from my graduation, will I still do the same job ever since I’ve left school, and will I still live the same life I used to be living?

Nobody can tell me all that but me. If I don’t want the same car, I will have to work hard. If I don’t want to live the same life, I will have to work even harder. Everything that I want can only be given by a person, and that person is me.

It’s 3.33 in the morning, and I gotta sleep.