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Feeling... confused Food: self-made xiang cao Book: Chinese book called Cha Bei Li De hua Zhi Huan [The ring in the tea cup.] Hahaha...sounds funny when translated. I always knew I'm not effectively bilingual. Heh. CD: my CD player shall be revived soon. i hope. Happiness of the day: Mommy buying xiang cao for me. Event of the week: Going back to malaysia this coming weekend - Take 2. I went out with my primary school classmates last night. I've never mentioned this here, purely because I was quite confused how important this outing was supposed to be. After all, I don't quite consider my primary school times really all that wonderful. And I've not kept in contact with my classmates, a few of them I've not met them since our PSLE exam, which was 9 years ago. Imagine. Meeting people who haven't seen me in 9 years. It turned out that most of them couldn't come, quite a number overseas. Which perhaps was a good thing. Just a few of us, just nice, we could just chat and not feel pressured to be as rowdy as a class reunion should be. Actually, it even felt a little bit like a matchmaking session, because one of the guys brought along 3 of his single and desperate friends. [One of them asked, at the beginning of our dinner, "So who's single put up your hand!" Like duh?] Otherwise, everything was so much better than I had expected. We talked about the people who weren't there, wondering how they are, quite a few are future doctors, apparently, and quite a number of the girls became rather pretty and popular too, apparently. It feels funny, attaching all these information to these childish 12-year-old faces I have in my mind. Him? Doctor? Her? chio? Wow.... There were 42 people in my class, and I didn't think I would be able to remember them all, especially since I consciously drifted away from that part of my memory. Yet, as we chatted, and we mentioned such-a-such-a person, I could immediately remember what he/she was like. Vividly. There was the twins, who were vastly different, despite looking the same. The sincere but playful as a monkey class "servant" - he helped our teacher carry books and such. The sweet and quiet but very athletic skinny girl. The tall, angmoh-looking but pure Chinese boy. So many of them, I thought I forgot, but yet I remember. The reunion was completely enjoyable, a lot more enjoyable than I had expected. Especially since I already had a long day at the Science centre with MITA, I was actually dreading the socialising. But somehow, it came naturally, so it really wasn't that bad. I don't know, was I really so unhappy in primary school? How did I manage to discredit so many people, so many things? I know there were fun times, I know, but how did I walk away from all those memories, still insisting that I was a lonely individual in primary school? I don't really know. Maybe the answer lies in the people who didn't come. The events we didn't talk about. The impressions we didn't discuss. I'm glad I went. I'm glad I didn't chicken out, though I felt like it. The reunion was a success, because it jolted my memory, inspired me to think about certain people. And it questioned my reasons for not keeping in touch with these people, for 9 years. | |