Perfect

I remember when I was in primary school, a teacher whom I can’t remember who she was, raised a topic about being a perfect person. She asked a question to the class: Who among the class think he or she is a perfect person please raise your hand.

I’m just a kid that time and I remember I did think myself was quite near to perfect(lol)… But I didn’t raise my hand cause I know I haven’t been there yet and I don’t want attention or being laugh by anyone. Suprisingly, a boy sat near me raised his hand…

I can’t remember what happen after that, did the teacher ask him some question on why he thinks himself perfect, or did anyone laugh at him. I can’t remember his name, but I remember his face, even now. I wonder how he is doing now and did he remember the incident. Will he laugh at himself if he remembers?

I wonder how a man he becomes now…

I on the other hand, looking at things around me now, able to roughly tell how a man I’ve become.

Or… am I still a kid? I suddenly feel sad.

Damn that teacher, I suddenly realized she played a real big joke on us.

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Moon.

4 Responses to “Perfect”

  1. hahaha
    that brought back some memories…
    do you think that teachers really realise what kind of influence they can have, with a simple question ?

    im currently working with kids in my old school, and with the same teacher i had 10 years ago who hated me like hell…
    the best part is that she doesnt even remember me.

    the one i had was abusing of her influence and clearly trying to ruin something in me.
    i can see that i became a good person ( i think… right ?? )
    and she’s still the same.
    has the long awaited time for revenge finally come ?

    ps : the simple question that ill always remember is ” what color is the grass “

  2. btw i finally heard your new song.
    me likes.

    ( sorry abt the double post )

  3. itchy told me it was actually an old song.==

    ( third post powa )

  4. haha, lots of old songs yet to be refined into cool songs that rock inspires.

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