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Sunday, August 31, 2008

lately, i've gotten more involved in the lives of three people, namely chloe, jonas and kayfong, who have transcended the invisible boundary of being mere primary school friends to now, a current group of friends who practise unhealthy rituals such as the one yesterday:
played pool (gawd i need to brush up on my skills)
chomp chomped (yeah seafood fiesta!)
drinking+chilling outz (beer is not too bad :)

this is the programme for our usual day of hanging out. sinful!
i am extremely glad to form the core of this group of friends; as we choose the people to embrace or scorn, there would always be a less dispensable constant and i'd be part of it.

yesterday was Teachers' Day, yes i actually visited my primary school.
met my beloved english, maths and pe teachers!!! augghhhh i missed them! brings back fond memories. :)
very few of my primary schoolmates returned to visit, a conversation between claudia and shi jia struck me..
(we were parting ways)
claudia: bye-bye!
shi jia: yeah bye, see you next year!
zzzzomg. i realised that this has been a popular trend among primary school friends; like an invisible boundary that separates each stage of our lives, we do not bring our primary school friends along when we proceed to the next.
what a shame! and to shi jia, i doubt we will see each other next year, seeing as by then we will all be visitting our secondary schools while commiting our primary schools to memory. dear, dear memories...

she's not here @

12:52 AM