That nostalgia is worse than dementia

I remember a time when going out of the house was an adventure. Going to school was like going to the Oscars and when after school activities could rival First Class accomodation in Monte Carlo for a week. It was the Age of Innocence. Experimentation. When boys were more vogue than PJ & DUNCAN or the latest Tamagotchi. The year was 1997 and what a year! It must have been hormones because i did the most Victorian thing of blushing upon meeting the eyes of another pubescent boy. It doesn't matter who he was, who he was with, whether he was a delinquent or whether he clipped the wings off cockroaches.. guys were no longer "Eww.." they were "Aww..." A simple change of a vowel and voila, any bad debt accumulated over the years simply melt away like lard on a hot pan.

1999, i had actively pursued my college love interest. This chap who lived 300m away from me. ( I know it was 300m because i took a measuring tape to measure my walking stride and i walked to his house 15 times from my place and using a 95% confidence interval and complex C maths, i concluded that he lived that far away.) He was the archtypical goody two shoes, reliable, predictable, sensible, fillial boy who you would love to bring home to show to your mother so that he can visualize how you would look like at her age. And if he freaks out and tries to escape, its easier for 2 women to dispose of a teenage boy's body than just one.

I did everything a love sick puppy would. I tried very hard to impress him. How? i joined almost every sport imaginable in college and trained like a bitch. He was a sportsman you see.. and a highly competitive one. So at that time, i figured that if i was at least as good as him than maybe i can use the dirty word for qualification, and be "worthy" of him. Kapooi! On retrospect, i lacked self confidence. Maybe it was because i was not the typical college girl, you know, the "blossoming buds". i was.. hmm.. i don't know. You would have to ask my college mates and tutors.

Ah, to be young and foolish and have low self esteem again. Bliss. One day, i'll get a huge bunch of people and we shall don our college uniforms for kicks.. and go out.. anyone game??