First time

I miss the first time I stepped into kindergarten. The fact that I didn't cry on first days of schools was partly fake. I remember in my second year of kindergarten, seeing my dad leaving me in that small chair (which I would like to go back and have a seat in it) and waving goodbye. I actually felt a big lump in my throat and little tears welling in my eyes. Tears did not fall anyway so the truth was I never cried on first days of school.

I miss the first time I stepped into secondary school. The feeling of being a newbie with lots of hormone-fuming teenagers around me while I was being naive and a goody.

I miss the first time stepping into Taylor's for ICPU and into Casa Subang. Casa Subang was heaven before news start to spread. Meeting new people in ICPU, both that would and would not have the same destiny as I did.

I miss the first time coming to Canada, the excitement that I had, so overwhelming. A place so new, much to discover.

I miss the first time I experienced snow, wearing only a thin sweater and screaming like some drunken crazies at 3.00 am.

If you realised, these are all the first times of my life that I truly cherish and these feelings that I could only recover through my memory. There is always a first time for everything. Some that I don't want to remember, some that I want to relive again.

The list goes on and I'm hoping for more of that feeling.

For the first time....