Wednesday, October 13, 2004

old school

It's odd, however much you run from your past and choose to ignore/suppress it, the more unexpectedly it'll return to bite you in the ass. A really old friend from primary school found me on the resident obsession cum social network, Orkut, today, and while it's good to hear from her, it mostly brings back painful memories of an awkward adolescence.

Now I know you're thinking, 'what's the big deal? Everyone has that weird phase with braces or unnatural gangliness or bad hair', but mine was worse than your average awkward phase. In fact, to me it feels as if I was barely conscious the whole time. More like invasion of the body snatchers where I was in the control room as an impartial, unaffected observer. Due to this impartiality, I had no noticeable control over anything, much less my mouth, hence it was mostly unused. You might say it was sort of 'broken in' in university. And Oh God the hair, don't get me started on the hair.

So anyway, fascinating as my hair is, we must return to primary school. I think it was the place I was studying in that brought me down, to be honest. Who the heck wants to study in a convent school, for god's sakes? I did like the church though. Was a loner. Had an imaginary dog for a pet. And a horse. Okay, that's embarrassing enough, thank you.


Misha at Wednesday, October 13, 2004

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