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I share all my sporadic and toilet thoughts in here, because I am random like that.
Blast from the past
We were childhood friends waaaay back in Kindergarten. Her parents knew my parents, and that was how I got to know her for the first time.
We even travelled to Genting Highlands together in July 1991, along with her little brother.
During one particular day of the trip, we were even decked out in similar sailor outfits with red jackets. And on the first day of the trip, we both wore dresses. Plus, I could also remember vividly a certain incident where she got locked in the hotel room by accident, and I was standing outside wailing at the adults to help her get out.
Boy, fun times!
Then, we somehow lost touch. Although we were both still aware of each other’s existence.
Only today, 26th August 2008 – did I realize … that for my past three years in SMU, she and I were in the same course, taking the same modules and even shared classes together quite a few times.
Only that she knew that it was me and I didn’t – and she didn’t bring it up because she thought I’d forgotten.
Ohmygoodnessgolly.
How could I? HOW COULD I? How. Could. I?
Plus, I also discovered that we were in the same Secondary School for three years without realizing it. Maybe it was because we were in different levels. But still … how can one tide through four years of Secondary education without recognizing an old friend from there?
I seem to be walking through life in a daze, aren’t I?
Hilarious conversations.
Reliving some memories with my cousins during our annual family trips several years back. (Yes folks, I keep my own travel journal.)
In the lingerie department of a departmental store at Genting Highlands:
“Don’t forget to buy your B-String underwear!”
“Whatever for?”
“You can floss your teeth with it!”
Standing in line at a roller coaster ride when we were suddenly hit by a peculiar, familiar smell:
“___, you bang pui (farted) again, is it?”
“Uh? No?” (Coupled with a look that was a little too innocent.)
“But it smells like your fart’s smell!”
“Yah! So strong! I can even smell the fragrance from here!”
I miss those days. I doubt I can find them anymore. :(
All of us have grown up. Well, most of us. One is in National Service, another has entered Polytechnic (so we now have clashing vacation periods) and the last one has his head buried in books due to his impending major examinations.
What used to be a twice-thrice yearly affair has now dwindled to nearly naught. The last time we’ve all travelled together had been two years ago.
And to those who were constantly wondering where I’ve gotten my toilet humour tendencies from, I guess this entry says it all!
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