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Sunday, June 11, 2006

the good old days


the good old games of taboo and mafia
the good old people of 04a2 [half the class at least:)]
the good old narcissistic streak in us
the good old crazy ct:)

the nice food, the laughter, the [dirty] jokes
the talk of army and uni, though rather gender dividing


it was good to be among the same people once again
to clown around, to insult, to reminisence [correct spelling i hope]
to find out how everyone has been getting along


interesting how life brings us to so different places
the guys inevitably end up in the same organisation..like duh
for the girls..a whole myriad of jobs we undertook
waitresses, relief teachers, various admin people..


i always wonder what jc would have been like without this class
granted we have the fair share of spats and internal wars
but we were a good bunch of people, a caring bunch of people
a crazy, hip-hop happenin' bunch of people:)
man..the memories..


i sound as if im never going to see them again right
well..its till uni! for the girls at least

11:23 PM
heaven in a wildflower