I remember wetting the matress.
I remember the time when I would cup my hands together to say Muslim grace before eating tea in my Tabika (kindy)
I remember lining up in pairs for ‘perhimpunan’ (morning assembly) and holding hands with a girl for the first time, to the chorus of much teasing walking back to class.
I remember buying food from the ‘makcik’ in the canteen for the first time. I nervously handed over 50 cents for a curry puff.
I remember the bunch of us boys talking about sex in standard six. We were 12 at that time and girls started to look appealing.
I remember I was an introvert in secondary school. Strange, cos I was quite a naughty kid.
I remember staring at her as she walked out from the school compound from the third floor library. I wrote her a letter and sneaked it in her desk, she never replied. I was an idiot.
I remember waiting for number 59 minibus or 121 Tong Fong. 60 cents to Sri Petaling. Sometimes, waiting for either was too long. I would take another bus to Salak South and walk 2 km back home.
I remember buying the super soft and smooth tau fu fa at the busstop.
I remember stepping into a CF for the first time in MBS and guess what I saw from the classroom: A couple of thugs beating up a prefect.
I remember waiting for my mother to pick me up after school and wonder who were those strange people sleeping by the roadside. I realized later they were drug addicts.
I remember Suresh. He was my best friend. We would watch movies together and study Bible Knowledge under Miss Moey. Form 4 and 5 were the best years of my life (so far).
I remember going for my first CF camp organized by SU. It was in Cameron Highlands, and I will always remember the time God touched me in such a special, personal and powerful manner. I think that was the one experience that changed my life.
I remember all those CF activities. The sharing, the nonsense, the mamak, and the never ending fun we had doing everything else but sharing the gospel. We got excited when girls from CBN would join us. We we’re shallow.
I remember learning what ‘obscure’ really meant-covering up for a friend who played truant. This was the unspoken code of ethics.
I remember hating prefects. I have something against authority figures.
I remember obtaining my STPM results, my sadness at seeing Maths Lanjutan: C. I swear it was the most disappointing moment of my life.
I remember the mission trip to Taman Chempaka Baptist Church in Ipoh. The accident and the big cock up by the ambulance crew transporting my brother and Yee Bing back to KL. I panicked but forgot to pray. God saved anyway.
I remember sitting in the train staring out into the morning that was rising over Singapore. My father was with me. I couldn’t decide what to feel.
I remember Prologue and dancing for the first time.
I remember my first hallplay, standing out in front of a crowd of about 700 ppl, saying the words,” Welcome ladies and gentlemen…”
I remember hanging out in John Tey’s room, drinking chicken soup he cooked. This was someone I looked up too.
I remember confessing my feelings to a girl for the first time.
I remember the confusion of second year and the drastic drop of my CAP score. I swear that was the worst time of my life.
I remember learning speaking to Dr. Tan for a honours project and suggesting a report on Lie algebras. I was hooked, and God-willing, I have found my niche.
I remember the new year. I remember from 1982 -2006, 24 years of my life. All the events, all those and more unsaid, that have made me what I am today.
6th April 2006.
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) it’s really about how to get the girl. It’s all about getting what you want. 
