sniff the nostalgic aura

To many primary six kids out there, today changes their lives. They may not realised it yet, neither did I 5 years ago.

One may choose to accept that everything in life must have been pre-planned. On hindsight, it looks so. 5 years ago, I never knew how much a secondary school would change one's life, would mould one's character. I really would not be here, where I am right now, if not for every small thing that happened in the past 4 years.

It is the release of results today. And I happened to be in my primary school. Watching the stream of nervous parents, coupled with even more nervous children, I can't help but recall what happened years ago, at the very same place.

5 years ago, we got our secured places with our results, I think. And 5 years ago, I used a public phone to inform my absent parents. Wearing the blue uniform way too small for my built, imagining how life would be being in a school where my mother is one every student calls a teacher.

The massive-ness and weight of how much the particular piece of report slip did not occur to me at that point of time. It was merely where I am to go in the next phrase of life. At that very point of time, It didn't seem to me it could have made so much more a difference if I were to be posted to my first choice.

I looked at the innocent, watched their behavior. I wondered what they think of The-Day: Today. Naive but blessed, I believe they don't think that much.

The building looms above me, it didn't look as intimidating as it once looked. My school has changed so much. Looking through the lens of my favourite tool, who would have thought I'll choose to become a Photographer one day.

Regret mixed with gratitude. I wouldn't have asked for anything more years ago.