Bombshelter.

'Twas the day after an overwheeeelming month, bomb scares and bad hair, ginger ale and big grand sales, deadlines and landmines. And we scraped through.

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I met an old friend again, after 4 years. Her afro still screams out awesomeness. But talking to her, I know somethings have changed. I know, it's been 4 years since I last saw her. And 4 years is an awfully long time when a lot of things can happen. The last I heard she was in the UK because she was bitching about potatoes on fb. I imagined that insane quirky ketua-pengawas (the best ever) prancing around etc. In school, we were without a care. And when we're thrown out into the real world, in a foreign country, we see so much, we scar so much. We had greater ideals as a child that shatters as we grow up.

Truth be told, I am disappointed at how we can't be kids anymore. It's not only her, I too find that it takes effort to be a child again.

I hope everything falls in place for her.

Side note, some people change, some people don't.

Another friend of mine got pissed drunk before the birthday boy got wasted heck. Tsk tsk tsk. I don't drop names, people also know who lah har.

:)