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Wednesday, February 09, 2005

pre-school

Mandy goes back to Sydney on Friday, 11th Feb, to begin her summer semester.
Chang Yi leaves for Perth on Tuesday, 15th Feb, for her college and uni orientation weeks.

It just occured to me that on 28th Feb, which is in just 19 days, I embark on my third year of studies in Mechanical Engineering.

I'm upset at that thought.
And I'm scared.

17 years ago when I was 3, both my parents worked.
I clearly remember HATING preschool (childcare?).
I threw monstrous tantrums in the mornings at home at over breakfast.
I screamed, cried and kicked till my face turned scarlet, and until I had absolutely no more voice and energy.
My mum would seat (a very subdued) me on her lap while she sat on the passenger seat of the car, and my dad would drive me to preschool.
But at the doorstep of what seemed to be my jailhouse, I managed to find the energy to cling onto my Father's leg and refuse to let go.

Dad says it broke his heart to have to leave me there in that state.
And more so when he found out that I would sit at the door just waiting for them to come pick me up that evening.

I not sure how many more times I can re-live this agony.

I don't want to go back to Melb.

+ Flisha spoke @ 2:13 am

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