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Friday, February 15, 2008

About age

I met my primary 4 teacher just outside my house this afternoon. The first shock I received was that she had no sign of amazement or surprise at how chubby I am now. She reacted the same way as someone who sees me everyday. The first question she asked was 'are you in secondary 4?'. The second shock. I exploded into disbelief immediately. Are you kidding? There is a very very very big difference between a primary 4 boy and a 21 year old man. She looked like she saw an alien when she realised I had completed my NS. Ok, I was wearing a kiddy shirt. I was carrying a lot of my tennis stuff in a childish way. But secondary 4 is too far-fetched. In the same usual fashion, I took that as a compliment and case closed.

The only thing which pleased me was that she asked me if I am going to be a doctor or lawyer. She has great foresight. She saw something special in me even at a tender age of 10. Haha! Ok, I am blowing my own trumpet.

I forgot to mention that her kids are really cute. Even though her little boy was just in front of me, he shouted in my face 'hello!'. And her little girl was wearing pampers walking down the road. The innocence of childhood....