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Thursday, September 27, 2007

10 days

Never know 10 days can be that long. It really was.

I didn't have time to visit here with some reasons of course. Mainly, it was down to the usual assignment-hell (think result is out), peer pressure, and the pure sien-ness. The last day before mid-sem break was better. The feeling of being surrounded by friends is kindda nice and heartwarming.

The sights of seeing everyone, although all rushing their own assignments but still smiling at each other, gave me a sense of Utopia. The last time this peace-rush attack was in a particular November 2005’s night. It was a different story back then.

Back to last week. As mentioned, the good feeling last only awhile. I couldn’t really remember what happened last week. It seems to me like it’s been a year. Yet, the nice feeling of being with them is still as fresh as, an apple?

Forget about the Sunday incident. However, I really have great fun that day till night. Great fun.

Monday, 3 days ago. The original plan was to meet up with an old friend who wanted me to meet up with the old clubbing gang. And as expected, the plan called off. Devastated (I really wanted to meet them but…), I called up Grace, a friend I last met 4 years back (Grace, minus this year’s McD ok?).

And it was the same train again. The same station brought back memories. It continued to haunt me again. Taman Bahagia, uncountable memories.

With the Ipoh dudes, with the ex, with Kenny and gang after Mun’s competition, with Mel, with Issac, and etc. One by one, they haunted me when I was waiting for the LRT to arrive. I thought

I saw all of them in the platform, but then again, I was wrong. Can anyone tell me, “Can we relive back our memories?” I doubt.

However, after all the trouble (From TB -> MJ, and transfer to STAR LRT, MJ -> Bukit Jalil, I reached my destination.

The sight of IMU brought back even more memories.

But well, still I met up with her, after 4 years.

To be continue…

posted at [1:40 PM]

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