I'm sure everyone has bad memories of their own, be it from young or just recently. I'm pretty sure nobody would really want to recall all these, but yet, they are always at the back of our heads, reminding us of a valuable lesson that we have learned and never to repeat them again.

I can still clearly recall the most rebellious days of my life, that's right, my teenage years. A time where kids turns to rebellious and defiant boys (not all i'm sure, but some, for example me). A time where we would treat our homes as hotels and parent's lectures as noise and friend's advice as the bible or sort. I'm sure some of you have experienced that in one way or another. (Note that this does not apply to all, only some) For me, i'm very rebellious during my secondary school days and it started from Secondary 2.

During my Secondary 1 days, i was just a normal student who does his homework regulary and lead a normal life. Life was easy coming and exams were like peanuts to me. I can still clearly remember during my Secondary 1 mid-year examination, I was 7th in class out of 40 people and i was the top male student in my class during that time. Then when final-year examinations, i was ranked 12th in the class. I guess that was what demoralised me. At that time, i thought that all my efforts had gone to waste. I have studied real hard for it, but still i could not maintain my grades. I think that was when i started turning rebellious. Secondary 2 days was starting to be rough, with me not doing homework, talking back to teachers, playing around and cheating, that's right, CHEATING during tests and exams. By the end of Secondary 2, my grades deteriorated and i think it was there that i have changed, really changed. I transformed from the boy who always listened to what my mother says, to a rebellious teenager who would often talk, or even shout back at his parents when they are nagging him.

Secondary 3 and 4 was a rough period for me as i was turning rebellious and at that time, friends were everything. They were not just friends, but brothers to me. I listen to them and i always treat my friend as my top priority. That was my unbecoming. I would sleep and talk in class, not paying attention during lessons, and even not doing any homework (well, most of what i have done are all copied) and talked back to teachers. I can still remember the teacher who i have never really showed my respect for her. She was my Design & Technology teacher and she was also the Head of Department (HOD for short) for Craft and Technology. I can still remember that whenever i'm having D&T lessons, i would always end up outside the workshop, sitting on the floor and doing my folio. Secondary 4 was a period where D&T students would be really considering concentrating on their folio and i was the like the only one who didn't really do her work. As a result, my parents received lots of phone calls from her. Since Secondary 3 i have been receiving her phone calls. Only when i was in Secondary 4 when she really talked to my parents and even called my parents to visit the school to discuss about my attitude towards studies. At that moment in time, i truely realised that my parents were utterly disappointed in me, but i didn't really care about that at that time. So the end results? I was forced to drop D&T after receiving more than 20 phone calls from her and still not showing any improvement in my attitude towards her classes.

I think that was the worst time during my whole Secondary 4 life. I was foolish at that time to think that not doing my work is alright. Whenever i think back now, i can say that i have truely regretted doing that but time can never be turned back and i can only blame my own stupidness and foolishness that resulted in this upcoming of mine. All i can say is, no matter what i do, i can never go back and rectify the problem. The damage is permanent and it has leave a deep scar in my heart that makes me think before i do anything.

Memories, be it good or bad, is always a lesson to be learned. For me, this memory serves as a reminder for me to never ever repeat my rebellious way again (even though it was eventually repeated last year, as a result i have to repeat a semester in polytechnic now). This memory of mine can never be erased and forgotten as it already left a permanent and irrevocable scar on my heart. Perhaps God wants me to learn my lessons the hard way, and i mean real HARD.

My word of advice. Always think before you act and when you act, please think of the consequences and the people that will be affected by that one little decision you make. Never think that whatever decisions you make will only affect you. If you are ever thinking in this way, then maybe you are not mature enough. All decisions, be it big or small, will definitely affect everyone around you. It's only a matter of who it affects and how many of them is affected. So please, spare a thought for others as well. Don't be self-centered and think only about yourself. The world doesn't only spins for you, it spins for everyone living in this planet.

I just realised that i have really written a super long post. I think this is one of my longest post to date and i didn't even realise. Alright, i think i shall stop for now as this post will definitely take some time to read. People who are reading this, i'm just telling you people my personal feelings and who i really am.

This post has taken me approximately 1 hour to write. So i think i should really stop. Good night everyone and may your future remain bright and steady.

Signing off.....................