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I Call Myself ZOMBiE CYGIG
"Educated" At Maha Bodhi School, Victoria School, Anderson JC, LASALLE College of the Arts
What I Do Lazing, Hobby Crafting, DIY, Graphic Design, Computer Stuff that you don't get it
What I Avoid Hipsters, Soccer, Apple Brand, Outings
How Am I Like Logical, Practical, Off-Beat, Anti-Social, Sarcastic
Im currently tidying my room. I vet thru all my old documents before throwing them away. Things i read thru are stuff like:
- Letters asking me to go for army medical check up - Letters asking me to report to Tekong for BMT - Brochures on how to survive BMT - My first medical letter that actually change my whole NS life by making me non-combat fit - All my excuse letters, time slips, off passes, doctor's letters... - BD n Farewell cards given to me during JC - My sketch book from JC till now - My primary school photos and stuff i doodle then - Secondary school writing pads and graduation day event list - My photocopied result slips - Letters and brochures from Uni - Rejection letters upon applying for my courses - My primary school sticker books
and much more.
For some damned reason, i feel so much pain and sorrow prowling thru these old items. Those masked and archived memories are brought back once again. Sometimes i broke down temporarily looking at those items scattered on my floor as i try to organise them, it looks like a portray of my broken past.
Not a single item brings back good memories. Even the cute sticker book reminded me that thats one of the pathetically few hobbies i had in primary school. I was proud of my doodling but other always treat them as rubbish. Yet my sis's drawing get all well acclaimed. I should be ashamed of myself calling me a "graphic designer".
End up, i threw most of them all away. Crush them and tear them, then smashed them into the thrash bag.
I cant sleep well for the past few nights. Those flashes of memories keep coming back, haunting me endlessly.