Sunday, November 25, 2007

The wedding of Cammy (Guo Jia Min)

It was 6.45pm, I didn’t want to break my promise on picking up Jian Hui at 7pm sharp. I held up my school’s year book and look at his address: 19, Jalan 62/20. But I didn’t need it to find his house; I’ve been there at least 100 times before. As I drove along those streets I roamed around long time ago, memories flashed all over my mind. So many of them that I could hardly tell which ones happened first.

As I got nearer to his house, I looked at the street names. 59/20, 60/20.. it ended there.. but when I looked at 60/20, I could remember it was that street where his house belonged; I was right, the stupid book was wrong, or rather, the Jian Hui that time couldn’t even tell the difference between 60 and 62. I couldn’t blame him.

Eh.. lazy type liao.. I gotta do other things.. lol

oh, and btw, try to leave around dinner time (7-10pm) on 4th, 5th and 6th Jan 2008 free. I'm planing a gathering at my house then.. =) dunno which date yet.. still so long more...
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Reunion of the forgotten

We experienced, we exchanged ideas, and we let it go. Everything that has converged into our memories and the basis of friendship have slowly faded without a simple reminder. Seven years have passed, do we still remember the friendship that we forged during the one year's hardship? Do we still remember the compulsory weekly numerous chinese essays that endlessly tortured us throughout the year?

For the remembrance of those sweat memories that we had in Sri Damansara club house (where we swim for hours and had our chicken burgers), we have created this blog to remind those who have forgotten us and keep in touch.