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Saturday, August 13, 2005

Dispersal of Life

Went to school early morning for OP workshop and greeted by many "wtf! where are u for the past 2 days" or stuff like dat... Ugh! Still, the presentation went quite well, given how impromptu the thing is. But the bad thing is the presentation is recorded down Live, which freaks a lot of us up. Then the thing is replayed and I see a spastic version of Me. omg! I was first to present. And beginning got lots of technical errors, so my part got replayed back and forth a lot of times.
But still, the tutor is quite good and pointed out our mistakes quite accurately. I juz love "ang mohs". They rulz. Got good impression of them from the 2-day lecture also.


The class went for a lunch together. As usual, the guys are less co-operative in such drama events, so guys outnumbered. T_T


Went to eat lunch at pastamania. Pastamania food suck, probably because I hate pasta, yet I enjoys the conversations we had. Went around J8 after that, contemplating hopelessly on what to do next. Wanna watch moovie but some people refuse cuz they watch already *scowl* So, just took a few rounds of Neoprints shots. 11 people squeezing in a pathetic booth, posing in front of a small-range camera is kinda lame.


Went back after aimless wanderings arnd J8. Met my mum and her friends at orchard after that. Went home to nap a while, before going to dhoby ghaut.


Met up with justin jap, and then bryna and faye after that. Faye has changed a lot after half a year in China, but dunno whether it's good or bad, but she certainly has become more... evil. Lured to the dark side after clubbing. Went to our old tuition centre to meet up with our teacher.


Went to Bakers' Inn for dinner together and then... neoprint... again! +_+ Ugh! Kinda despise neoprint after I lost my collection to the sea, with my wallet. But still, at least not cramped. Mwahaha! It is rare that I can meet friends like Justin. Got same hobby, we collect marvel comics. We can also bombard each other with sarcasm openly, but of course, I win! most of the time.


How I wish we could have at least one more lesson together. Those days of innocence... are gone. Now justin in NY and Bryna studying in an international school. Faye will be going to US tomorrow to start her college. Argh!


Kinda shocked to see my old senior, jermaine( a guy btw). He used to mentor me a lot during my scouting year, but lost touch after sec 3. He used to look small, short and feeble. But now... ear studs, muscular body and macho hairsyle. omg! I couldn't recognise him until justin pointed out him to me. He's kinda surprised to see me oso, maybe I oso changed a lot. Haha...


My reflections: We often make new friends in our lives, and end up neglecting the old ones. ok... not really neglect, more of... meet with each other less. Our circle of friends change too often and sudden. From primary school, lower sec, upper sec, and now JC. Initially we often loathe to move into a new circle of friends. We are comfortable to be with our current friends and refuse to accept the transition. However, when we look back into our old friends, we find that we might have neglected some of them, and might even have forgotten them.



My Daily Bread:




God has caused me to be fruitful
in the land of my affliction.
~ Genesis 41:52 ~

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~ It's just a goodnight and not goodbye ~




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