Friday, February 04, 2005
It seems so yesterday that we had just met. It seems only recently that we had just graduated. It seems not long ago tat we had just celebrated our Sweet16th, our Legal18th, and the dreaded Big20th. It seems so near tat we went to different schools. Now, suddenly, it's Freedom21st.
7years down the road. We had came together, became as one group, remained in each other's hearts, tested the frienship, endure the "different-schools" challenge, cried over silly arguments we had previously, made up eventually, became stronger afterwhich, held on tight to prevent each other from fallin, and silently being there for each other.
Gone, were the days of our juvenile. Gone, were the days of our naive teens. Gone, were the days of our childish mindsets. Gone, were the days of "i-wana-grow-up" mentality. Gone, were the days of our immature thinkings. Gone, were the days of our absurb Boy-Girl relationship. Gone, were the days of our clear, pimpleless skin. Gone, were the days of our porcelain complexion. Gone, were the days of our green uniform, and hated-teacher-periods. Gone, were the silly days of our truancy, and skippin of tat particular period. Gone, where the days of on the verge of being late. Gone, where the days of "OUTDOOR" bags. Gone, where the days of the pink farecard. Gone, were the days of teachers-lookin-down at us. Gone, were the days of our silly girls problems. Gone, were the days of crying our hearts out for some jerks. Gone, where the days of the mugging over the major Os. And of course, gone, were the days of our baby fats.
But wat remains. Forever are the days of our lives. Things that are gone can never be retrieve, days that are lost can never be gain, time that had past us by can never be recover. But in turn, I had memories. Memories tat made me smile at the thought of them. Memories that stays. Memories tat made my 7years, no regrets. The individuals characters of us, the periods where we gather suring recess, comin from our individual class, tat particular m&v argument over a "i-want-to-go-east-coast-cyclin", munching over curry puffs, the talks over at serangoon garden cartel, the silly bgr problems, the lazin around and buyin ice-cream over at vivian's house, the late-night smoking breaks with carol, the yearly Christmas feast, the Marina steamboat chills, the thrillin HK trip, the Shitties chalet, the sushi buffets with hei, going swimmin and gym with jas, and the "i-wana-to-fag" sudden meetups at our usual place. Much more much more.
I cant imagine wat would my life be without you girls. Probably, less frequent smokebreaks, less gaga over cream bistro, less bitchy session, and in turn, healthier, richer, and much more introvert. But still, I prefer it this way. And,
Happy Key-Shaped Year, Miss Jiaru.
Final Reminder: More Beers, More drinks, More cigarettes, and More Food.
Foodwise for Michael, the rest are mine!
Dun snatch hor!
beautiful memories on. 4:44:00 pm x
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