taught phs saxophones today, and i never fail to have flashbacks as i walk the corridors i used to roam about. haha.

i remember how idealistic i used to be. and how now everything just seem so.. tiring.

i remember how i chased this girl. nothing came out of it but it was.. so typical haha.

the school shaped my thinking, my character, my dreams. and it is still doing so, in retrospective flashbacks of my younger self, a reminder of what not to commit.

because committing a mistake twice is idiocy.