Lace up your shoes.

I'm back in Segamat!
8 hours of yumcha session and I'm still smiling=).


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"eh, don't be so sampat can anot?!"
"siao char bo!"
"very funny meh?"
"stop laughing!"
"why you still laughing?!"





I've got a lot of that today.











There was once a time when we thought ‘friends forever’ was true.



Then came that time when we thought it was ridiculous. Nothing lasts forever.



I still don’t think it’s true. But 3 years after secondary school, we’re still hanging out together like we used to. The best part is, we don’t need an extravagant trip to bond or have fun.





*ring ring*
"eh come out eh!"
"wha.... now?"
"ah buh then?"
"tsk.. i just woke up eh"
"i don't care you die die also must come out"











Dear Greenapple and Ling,



I realise that all of have moved on from our primary and secondary school days. (yes we've known each other for that long) I remember how I dreaded the thought of ‘moving on’ but no one can stop changes right? No matter how we try to resist it, no matter how we fight back, change will continually happen in our life.



I’ve changed, I know I have. I don’t know in what way or how much, for better or worse. Fact is I’m different somehow from the girl you knew a year ago, from that girl you used to see almost everyday.




When I started uni, I was terrified. Afraid about making friends, afraid to go to a new place and most of all afraid that one day, hanging out with you guys would turn into a burden. I was afraid that I would find my new friends cooler and better. Now all of a sudden, I am hanging out with a group of friends other than you guys. I was afraid I would have second thoughts about our friendship. I know that sounds evil, but it's true. I know and you know that this world works in horrifying ways.





I’m glad that everything is working out good, maybe even better. =D All my fears seem stupid now. We have bonded oven closer. Reunion with old friends is always a funny thing. We would meet back at the same nostalgic place, sit in the same old spot, and start cracking the same jokes thus releasing the same annoying laughter. We all still seem like the same idiots who can talk endlessly. My tummy still aches from attempting not to laugh out loud. And I'm happy for that biji of apple cause she seems happy but don't ask me what is it about cause it's not my secret to tell=).







remember the teachers who would want to punish us must use 1 metre yellow rulers to hit us on our palms?


remember that a bowl of mihun soup costed 50 cents at the school canteen?


remember those kind of 'bookgames' where we would use buku latihan to draw and ask our friends to play?


remember that we had 'dentist' rooms where we had to have our teeth check?


remember that "Program Minum Susu"? ...... or milo I cannot remember.


remember the ghost stories that you told me just to get me to talk?


remember how frustrated you were when you asked me 5 questions and I only answered 1?












The kind of friends I have.
Makes my day.

So all we can do is make sure that those smiles and laughter do not fade into a mere memory of you and me. Let it be something we experience in the present for as long as possible.

Love,

me.