Change

I suddenly thought about the time when I was a kid. I was a really quiet girl. It’s hard for those who know me now to imagine how autistic I was. In Primary 1, I remember always having lunch alone with no friends at all every recess with my Dearest Grandad. Who! Is one of the sweetest people to me. He would wait for me every recess and make sure that a hot bowl of noodles is waiting for me. This lasted for about a year. Then I befriend a girl called Wen Qing, who went on to be my best friend during the same year. We would always chat on the phone with childish conversations, telling each other ridiculously imaginative jokes. My Grandma couldn’t stand it, she would practically nag till I hung up. Wen Qing has this really smart cousin who was in the same class as us and I started hanging out with her gang. This bunch of smart kids…. I would just stick behind them hoping to make some new friends and getting some recognition. I felt a little extra, a little like a tiny servant. I really couldn’t connect with them. And I think they don’t see me as part of them too.

Primary 4 came, where there’s streaming and the smart ones were “deported”. I was in the last class since Primary 2. Weird, I didn’t do exactly bad, so were my classmates. I wonder how they segregate us. Anyway, at Primary 4 this boy was seated next to me. And I think God somehow took pity on me for my 3 antagonizing years, cos this boy next to me is extremely talkative. He’s a 100% chatterbox, and this chatterbox (Name: Guo Hui) opened the sealed box (me) next to him. Since then, for the whole year, I have no idea how many times have we both been punished for talking in class. But he somehow saved me, I opened up and made lots of new friends, mingled alot and eventually had my own gang of 7 which we lasted till Sec 1. It was kinda cool. Cos though there are only 5 left now, we still meet up whenever we can and still… the chattering doesn’t stop. I just attended 1 of the girl’s wedding last Sunday. She is the one with the most kiddish look amongst us and she got on the boat first. Weird is life.

We are grown ups now, topics are different, lives are lived differently, even our height ranks are different now (I use to be one of the shortest, use to be means not anymore), but it’s a wonderful thing that we can still hang out. It’s a good feeling.

So what’s my point of writing this? I’m not sure myself. Haha… I guess what I’m trying to say is that life is amazingly unpredictable. You may be stuck in the mud now but somehow someone or something may just give you hand. You may be high up on the top of the mountain at the moment but someone or something may just give you a hard push at the back.

We can never be in the same situation forever; it’s just a matter of time. Lets all embrace change. :)

Cheers.