Ah. Finally settled on a new look for the blog.

I may remove the chatbox at the side though, since I don't get much traffic here anyway.

I did the annual cleaning of my room last weekend, and with Melvin's help, we managed to clean bits that had accumulated four years worth of dust as well.

I found alot of old letters, cards and even scribbled notes from old friends. Jen and I apparently passed each other loads of notes in JC/Uni. And Irene too. There were 2 bags of those stuff =/
There were also scribbled notes between Eugene and I (Ahhh JC days..) and don't be shocked - Scribbled notes from secondary school friends like Karen. I apparently spent more time passing notes back and forth than paying attn to class :p

It pained me, but those bags of memories had to go. Precious precious things I clung onto.. to help me remember my friends, my life. Down the bin.

Not that I had much of a choice - there simply isn't space for boxes of cards, old letters and such. I kept a few though. Gave myself that much.

I also found my old diary (had to wrest it from Melvin before he read the contents).

Lianne, Jen and Rene - my bestest girl friends. ever.

I'm sorry we had to drift.. such is life. Different experiences.. different lives. But those girls will be my best girl friends forever, despite 2 of them being 'crazy'. I say 2, because One out of the three, is actually NORMAL.

Eh? I'm rambling. Forgive me. I tend to do that.. esp when I'm lost in the past, reading my old diary, and sighing at all the angst and drama, chuckling at weird/funny incidents.

Like the time at Cineleisure's lift lobby.. Irene was about to press the button for the lift when the button lit up. She frowned and went "eh? Heat sensor?" and waved her hand in front of the button a few times.
Jen was like "what are u doing?"
Irene "Heat sensor!"
Jen "Duh. I pressed the up button at the other side.."

Or at least, it was something like that. I only remember us laughing so hard at that bimbotic moment.

I wonder if they remember.