Today, me and a bunch of my bros drove around some areas in USJ. Looking for ghost houses and what not. We passed by Seafield. Man all those memories just came back. Passed by a little pondok where I had my first kiss (no, the pondok is not in school). Don't know why I'm saying it here, but it's great to always look back once in awhile and see where you came from. Since we will all be going our own ways soon, I count every meal we have as one of our last. Every drive home down Kesas highway really kills(in a sense). People come and go but I hope that some of the friendship I made during form 6 will be solid and long lasting ones. Those were really the times. Every birthday, every car trip, every lunch break in between extra classes, every yumcha session after tuition, every futsal session(both winning and losing against others), every cheap wednesday movie day at Summit, every malay tai-chow session(since we couldn't have pork ribs and bak kut teh).
Everyday that I woke up and dressed in my uniform, even though I was 19 years old. Having stupid high school crushes even though I was old enough to drive and smoke and buy alcohol.(not that I condone smoking nor drinking) High school drama, even if we were a lil too old for that shit. But I guess high school drama never ends does it.
I'll always remember. At least I took a different path than most of my peers. Not the smartest choice to take, but a memorable one. Heck yeah...