heh heh.. in conjunction with my first day with my tuition kids.

^^say, what's the name for the sutdent receiving tuition....^^
hmrrrmmm.. let's go with tuitees..

they are both sucha a lovable pair of sisters, just a year separating them.
rather independent girls;
lyk for example, they were left alone at home, aslp as the poor diva kept yelling 'assalamualaikum // peace be upon you' from the outside.
and they even brought me out to the nearest shop, initially to get some sweets, my treat.
then somehow found ourselves having some desserts, sabrina (the youngest) had soursop on crushed ice, her sister sharliza had some cold cheng tng and i had some red bean and corn on syrupy crushed ice.

and it was through getting to know them better that i realised : gee, i have been sucha protected girl, not so much til im super overprotected i must say; albeit i still have freedom to do things and stuff..

like for instance, all throughout my primary school days, my late beloved-and-missed-dearly grampa would fetch me.
dad'll send me to sch although it took less than five minutes to WALK to sch...
like 7.15 i would have arrived right at the basketball court of old opera estate primary on daddy's trusted vespa.
haha.. talk abt protected...?
and back to my grampa, he'd wait out by the big old angsana tree, just waiting for me, to drive me back home.
and how i would absolutely hate him sometimes cos i didnt get to visit the mama shop after school to even buy colored flavoured ten-cents each ice like ALL my other friends did.
guess i'd always taken it for granted.
took him for granted.
we all do uh?

so the thing that i guess i wanna drive in my head of big curls now is :
refrain from taking things for granted (darn cliche)
you'll never know it's yours till it's taken away from you (dbl darn cliche)

us being humans, we tend to forget.
seems easier that way uh?

this always happen to me.
by this i mean the recollection of my primary school days each time i think back of those days
that seem lyk eons ago.
and i would never fail to have this sudden deep hollowing-me-out feeling as i miss my grampa.

he's at a better place.
smiling down at me.
psst im still sorry i didnt get to go to the school whose uniform's a green pinifore, atuk.

i'd better get started preparing my head for tmr's socio class at nine.
excitement fills me again !
what to wear. what to wear...
haha