I partnered a 16 year old girl today at Muay Thai. I am eleven years older. Though I do not feel much older than when I was 16 but definitely did not know what Muay Thai was when I was that age, much less want to take up a contact sport. I went to school and back home. The only times I went out on my own unaccompanied by the parents besides to school was to weekly tennis training at Kallang on the bus. I definitely did not go out with my friends all the time or even occasionally, (every school holiday, I went out once. I know! I was such a loser.) I was a very disciplined little person. I had all my routines. Everyday from school, I would carry my little boom box to the gym of the condo and run 2.4km whilst listening to Wham. I would go to Beauty World each some day of the week to check out the second hand bookshops for ridiculous chick lit novels that only served to pollute my mind. I waited every month for the next issue of the Dear Boys comic to be translated in Chinese and sent to Popular where I would pick it up to ravish in er half an hour. Sometimes I bought MacDs from Beauty World, double cheese burger and medium fries. It was always the same order. Back then I did not drink fizzy drinks with my burger and fries because I read somewhere that the combination of soft drinks, burgers and fries made you put on More Weight than you would. I also believed everything I read. I daydreamed and wrote stories in my B5 notebooks. When my mother was at work and if for some reason I was home on Saturday mornings, I would make french toast. Sometimes I would fry instant rosti, once I tried to deep fry fries, that was a disaster. After Sunday night tennis at NUS (before It was National University of Stupid, it was a place where I underwent all sorts of horrible ordeals, I particularly disliked the running track being next to the tennis courts for it meant that I would have to run rounds after tennis, even one round was very painful.), I would eat the exact same thing from the same stall at the same hawker centre. I never thought my life was lacking then, I did not realise I was missing out on a entire world of variety. Sometimes I felt safe and happy. I did not have many friends and of course no one understood me (like Xiu Ru said, who would?) but when I was not being persecuted for being a horrible little lazy person who did not study Smart (yes people, study Smart, because I did study Hard, so you could not fault me for that), I was pretty contented. I had like one tenth or even less the amount of clothing I have now and even less Bags (teeheehee) but my obsession with all food bad was starting. In fact, looking through my old photos, I remember a bag or two that I used to carry out, and they came from the now defunct $1.99 shop. Whatever happened to little Awful?

I definitely felt kind of old today, though I still am very excited to turn 27!