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Sunday, December 16, 2007
Reunion

I met up with some of my sec sch mates for a reunion after like 4 yrs I guess?? Aha... the feeling is funny u know. Cos right after I’m done with SQSS I practically don’t keep in contact with any one of them. I don’t actually shun them off totally. E contacts were like on off on off. I merely add them on friendster n they just remain there like white elephants. But overall ok lah we still hit it off. Well, what do u expect, we were like sec sch mates for like 4 yrs. Although at first it feels like as if I’m meeting some new frens but subsequently e feeling of being used to them, it all came back. It makes me feel like as if I’m being deported back to my days at SQS. N that feeling is simply awesome.


And as usual when this reunions calls for, we always have a few whom wont wanna turn up because of some silly reasons. I’m not mentioning names here so no pun intended to anyone all right. Days of my sec sch life was very fun although there are some bitchy, silly, stupid moments. I tried to let go of all the bad feelings and only absorb e good ones. I forgave but I won’t forget. It will still remain at e back of my head. I don’t lament on it but it now serves as a constant reminder for me not to commit or fell for e same excuse/mistake again.
Lamenting/clinging on it won’t do me any good either cos it’ll be like I’m nursing a vengeance on them. And it’s very hurting. Bad memories always hurt. Otherwise why would it be called bad memories then? Me of all pple, should know way better then dat.


I admit I wasn’t a gd role model back den in sqs I n I made some of their yrs over there sufferable. But being young n stuffs, I guess its all part n parcel of growing up.?


Back to e reunion. We went to Fig & Olive for dinner. E main course of whatever we had chosen was very BIG. N some of e food tastes quite bland too. And of course some of them are also yummy-licious good!


For the first time of my 20yrs of living I tried e sheesha... initially I tot it wasn’t the same like smoking ciggie. It was all fruity n lotsa flavas. But after taking a few puffs, it’s still like smoking to me cos I get all dizzy... ha-ha... maybe because I have already quitted smoking yea? But it was nice lah...


Went home at abt 2-3am? Again had oodles of fun!