Opinion: Memories of Days Long Ago

Trawling through google images, I realized that my beloved school (more than 110 years old, ahem ahem!) does not have any blardy nice pictures! Note to self: Take some pics the next time home.

Ah, Chinese New Year - somehow or other 'reunions' are more acquainted with this occasion than any others. Maybe because I'm Chinese. Ah. *Smacks forehead* Other than catching up with relatives, both eccentric and eclectic (stories for another time, I promise), Chinese New Year is a time when old friends call each other up and arrange for our own get-togethers.

This year, the ever-reliable event coordinator and alumni CNN, Cze, has zipped off to the UK, leaving the rest of us high and dry. As we've always said year in year out, without Cze around, we will never be able to meet up. True enough this year, other than a few half-hearted SMS-es, we didn't meet up.

Over time, our gatherings have dwindled in numbers. From our fresh-out-of-SPM chow-downs that needed at least 2 large tables, to a cosy corner for five last year. Even the ubiquitous 'yee sang' has not been tossed for more than 3 years. *Sigh*

These friends I grew up with, people who saw me at my most ridiculous (when I long-jumped and tore my pants), at my most vulnerable (when the Lucifer-spawn Puan M threatened to throw me out of school over a class magazine), at my happiest (when I staged ACS's first all-student musical with their support), and at my best (when I still wore 28" pants). Ha.

Now, Chak is in kiasu-nation, Khai is in no life-nation, Mel is in Bushland, Xiao Cao is in ulu-land, and all of a sudden, no one seems to be here anymore.

Here's to great memories, and may there be more to come! Gong Xi Fa Cai!