Bursary Day

Past memories are coming back to me. Am i dying? I dunno...

Today was the day where they gave out the bursary and it was to be my last time collecting it. I recalled the days in secondary school when i was very excited collecting it. That was despite the long wait that came with it. I was excited about going on stage to collect the envelope, the handshake with the MP and the subsequent photo-taking. The money was not as much but as i looked on at those who are older than me, dressed in plain clothes, collecting their envelope, i thought to myself that one day, i will return like them too.

Zoom to the preent. There i was going to collect the envelope as a tertiary student. Maybe it was the notion that it was more of a need than a reward that had doused my enthusiasm. Or perhaps it was due to something else. But all-in-all, i passed up on my final chance to go up the stage, to fuffill what i thought i would do years ago. Youthful exuberance that seemed to erode slowly away with each passing day... How sad...

Yup another familiar yet no so familiar event. Thank goodness, it was from the last millenium and not 2005...