A1.1
The first step in A.1.1 was the day that I cannot forget. You guys looked arrogant; your faces told me so. None of the guy looked attractive and girls seemed not friendly. I was then asking myself, was it my class? Only 8 girls among 31 students. Just a few days after, I was elected to be the class monitor; again, only 7 voices made me become the class monitor; a magic. We then spent years together. The clock was moving and unintentionally we became closer and closer though we seemed to have many things different from one another. Not for long, the first girl, Kanika made a move to US. Then followed by guys to US and New zealand. Day by day, from 31 students then 30 and 29 and now there is only 21 of us in A3.1.The only thing I always regret is that, we will have no more time for our bumping car ( I like this word).
I guess Pheary is now already in US. How are you now?
Today, this writing is not for only Pheary, who is now already in US, but also to those of A1.1, A2.1, A3.1 and the future A4.1.
Meeting you guys was my luck… We share fun and lots of secrets, though we sometimes argue, it is what make the full meaning of friends.
June 1, 2007 at 10:49 am
Well, just like what Pagn has mentioned earlier, none of us looked attractive on the first day of our class in year one. However, I do not agree with you, Pagn, that say they were not friendly. At the very first glance, they looked both friendly and talkative to me. Honestly speaking, the three gals I’ve always paid my attention at the time were Fa, Molie and Kanika. They were not really gorgeous, but bright in their knowledge. At the time, I was really wonder where they came from as none of them look rather like Cambodian just as we do. Finally, we’ve found out that Fa came from Vietnam… Don’t mind, it’s just kinda joke only. Well, time really flies… It really is… I haven’t prepared, yet people keep on leaving me, I mean our class… Just as when we pay attention to someone, that will be leaving soon… hmm, I don’t really think i can accept the great blow if this keep carrying on. So guys please don’t leave me ok? Well, well, Pagn, it’s a great job to have this kinda blogging so that people can come and write something for our friends, esp those who have gone and those who are leaving. Looking back to the past, I kinda feel i’ve left many things unsaid
so please say before anything is going to be late. Alright, wish those who are leaving us very soon have a great life there and continue pursue their bright future!!! We’ll always be there for you!!! Please know that no matter where you are, we’ll always be with you, in your heart!
June 24, 2007 at 4:05 am
Oh i can see some folks from syc!..
Hi there!! forgot me?
June 27, 2007 at 2:35 am
hey, dun make me cry! hehe… well, nothing to comment… but… hmm…. can u just adjust the photo a bit? haha… everyone look so short…. huhu!
August 22, 2007 at 6:36 pm
You know what my first impression towards A1.1 was? Honestly speaking, I said to myself ‘ this class sucks’. I felt an outcast. People were friendly, but sometimes too friendly. I said to myself ‘ Am I supposed to spend the whole year in the class?’ I don’t know why but I felt that I didn’t belong to the class. I thought it was not my place. Going to school was like tying myself with unfamaliar people. Believe it or not, in year two, i was thinking of shifting to another class, but due to some pitfalls, I was confined to the class. At the mid of year two, I started to realize that this class was not that bad, and at the end of that year, I was telling myself that ‘ If I had changed the class, I would have lived with remorse. This is the class that i actually belong to.’ At first, the only close friend I had was A Je, but, as time passed by, I took to everyone in the class and made a close relationship with many friends. Our friendship miraculously went on well. We hung out and laughed together. The most memorable moment I will never forget is the time that we performed on a stage together during Culture Day.
Our friendship was booming day to day until the end of year three that I had to leave for the pursuit of my goal. And now, M in America, but those memories at IFL still exist in me FOREVER…