Hello.
This update is just about my past memories and reflections, because I had done some looking-thrus of my old photo albums and reading the archives of my primary six class blog. Before Ginza Plaza was upgraded, I remember myself at the rooftop playground with my friends and classmates, killing time after school. Playing 'catching' in the mall, and getting lost once. Haha. And art class every Saturday. I will always be punctual, draw some stuff and chat. I remember those tucked-in shirts and sandals. But now it's blazers and loafers. Oh, how have the times changed. And the fishmongers from the old market, always talking about me whenever I follow Mom to buy some fish. The everyday yelling and screaming in class, and the times in the toilet, throwing wet tissue paper balls onto the ceiling. And, the VIP lunch reservation, specially for me; after school I can cut-queue for lunch. Lol. The occasions when I'm called on stage to receive a prize, and, most importantly, the jokes in class. Damn funny can, though I can't remember a single joke. I found my primary six class photo. I looked fatter.
I'm on the bottom-left of the photo. Taken in class. Haiz, it's been two long years. Too long. You should, also, sit down for a moment or two, and look through your old photos, see your archives, do some soul-searching and reflecting. You will end up, thinking: How the times have changed.
-IVYJONAS and his colourful past
This update is just about my past memories and reflections, because I had done some looking-thrus of my old photo albums and reading the archives of my primary six class blog. Before Ginza Plaza was upgraded, I remember myself at the rooftop playground with my friends and classmates, killing time after school. Playing 'catching' in the mall, and getting lost once. Haha. And art class every Saturday. I will always be punctual, draw some stuff and chat. I remember those tucked-in shirts and sandals. But now it's blazers and loafers. Oh, how have the times changed. And the fishmongers from the old market, always talking about me whenever I follow Mom to buy some fish. The everyday yelling and screaming in class, and the times in the toilet, throwing wet tissue paper balls onto the ceiling. And, the VIP lunch reservation, specially for me; after school I can cut-queue for lunch. Lol. The occasions when I'm called on stage to receive a prize, and, most importantly, the jokes in class. Damn funny can, though I can't remember a single joke. I found my primary six class photo. I looked fatter.
I'm on the bottom-left of the photo. Taken in class. Haiz, it's been two long years. Too long. You should, also, sit down for a moment or two, and look through your old photos, see your archives, do some soul-searching and reflecting. You will end up, thinking: How the times have changed.-IVYJONAS and his colourful past
