Saturday, November 11
different yet the same
About a week ago, I met up with a few of my secondary school classmates, the people who I went through puberty with. We witnessed each other's growth. From high socks to ankle socks. From hairless chin to tiny beards. From high pitch voice to deep mature voice.
We witnessed how talents grow in us. Like how Jasrizal with his band and singing back in those days. Like how good Rizal is in Maths and the school concert band. Like how good Fariha is with hockey. Like how good Zuhairah is in Art.
We went through so many things with each other. Whether it was struggling to translate English to Malay or vice versa or running away from Miss Lee or the disipline mistress or hiding in the toilet to skip P.E or the bgr drama in school or changing your own group of friends, we're still like one big family. I don't think family is the right word but something like that. Like no matter what, we are always this one big group. Everyone went through something with everyone. I guess that's keeping our little friendship flame burning.
I was honestly nervous to meet up with them again but at the end of the day, I was glad that I went. It's funny how everyone changes but yet they are still the same old person.
I have change. No doubt about that but I'm still me. I still don't take spicy food. I still get nervous very easily. I'm still afraid of cats. I'm still bad in languages. I'm glad that not everyone has completely change themselves.
Looking through the pictures made me think about this. Will post pictures next time. Now lazy.
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Anyways, once again, tomorrow's POL-ITE. I'm nervous. So nervous. But I can do it. I know I can. Just breathe and relax. I can't wait for POL-ITE to end. I can't wait for your POL-ITE to end too.
Can we just relax and enjoy each other's company when this is over please?
