As little children we would pick up those lil' stamps or stickers that we found, encase them like jewels in ornate books, and pick at them ever so often, like they were the most precious things in the world. Back there and then, that was all that mattered. Our primary goal during free time, during shopping excursions, would be to seek out more of such rarities. Never mind the fact that they can be bought at NTUC, at the price of a couple hundred for $5, or that there will always be more stamps and stickers than we would ever be able to collect. And those first day covers... oh my goodness, they are so sexy i can't breathe.

Somewhere along the line we got bored... we got distracted by cute gals with long straight tresses, or cute guys with their floppy mops that passed off as hair. Somewhere along the line, more "important" things cropped up, and our childish treasures are chucked away into a corner, to be visited by us only when our soul is released, in our dreams... in which we were young and carefree again. Such dreams disappear like shadows with the break of dawn... and we forget... again.

Back in Waffles Institution, i remembered hanging out with the geeks of my batch as we went hunting for stamps in chinatown. We had $150 to spend, courtesy of donations from the Old Rafflesian Association, (so please dun ever donate to them). We sipped expensive tea in old musty buildings and gawked at stamps and splurged our $150. Then we kept the stamps in some books and left it in some room, in some corner of the school, never to be seen again. Yep, i am a geek... for about 2 weeks... haha.. got bored q quickly.

Stickers and stamps.... symbols of that childlike part of me... thot it was all left behind me. Then i realised that they never really disappeared... they had always been stuck to my behind. So burn baby, burn... with that enthusiasm and zest that sets the world aglow. You are more than you know.