When I Was: Year 5
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This was based on a diary that I wrote when I was 11-years-old. I was a kid a big heart, big hope and an equally big head. Stubborn, pretending to be a know-it-all, exchanging schoolyard taunts, following my peers, ah, I miss being a kid again.
This diary was written in English, with generous sprinkles of grammatical errors and vocabulary misuses. It was a fun read, I have to admit. For the sake of nostalgia, I won't change the entries.
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If you happened to stumble upon this, hi! I'm Ain. When I was in Year 5, I moved to Sekolah Kebangsaan Rancha-Rancha and studied in 5 Bestari.
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