acquaintances, friends, buddies....soulmates...
we finally had a gathering, though the turnout was rather pathetic...nevertheless, 4 of us turned up to catch Indiana Jones, namely eugene willy dali n me. Quite a nice movie. ....a gathering of lower sec frens.... the number was further reduced when dali had to join his vball mates for dinner...so the remainin musketeers went hunting for exciting and delicious meal at marina square....and guess who i met. at first glance, i thought i saw bernadette in cafe cartel..then i reconsidered and decided to ignore..as we walked hopelessly up and down the mall, tryin to decide where to eat. i caught a further glimpse of wanqing, and someone whose movements are so similar to that of ChangRong. low and behold, it was really them! sorry changrong >< anyway, we finally settled on Changing Appetites...honestly, dun try the Cheese the Chicken thingy, mangoes are definitely a weird thing to hv with cheese, nachos and grilled chicken....willy and eugene's food were so much more appetizing...and then we shared a mudpie. which is the onli picture we had for the day...eugene, pls post the pic :D....a meeting with JC frens....
when we finally finished our dinner, we decided to head down to the river to immerse and embrace our artistic side and enjoy the river acts. woah, and there zhangrui was at marina square. sadly, the water performance wasnt on, and we took a stroll down the river, hunting for future outing spots. and willy so happily predicted and coined the future of this brudderhood - clubberhood, as usual, with chin nam leading the pack.
....chance upon upper sec fren....
honestly, we werent dressed like the peeps who frequent there. i felt so out of place...probably onli at home with the single shop that looks out of place too.. Digital @ Orchard. a camera/tech shop at clarke quay...hmmm.....we couldnt find parker's face either at arena...guess they din really make him the face of arena....and on our way back, we concluded that clubberhood is really beyond our reach. woah, and i met Nigel and Alex, both from my BMT days...
....chance upon BMT buddies....
so before we decided to split and head home to do some online "research" on certain scandal (qutie easy to find..lol)...we went ATM hunting. exploring the maze of central's basement....willy met his fren! and apparently, he saw some other frens earlier on o.o....
at the end of the day, we did quite a bit of aimless walking, accomplished nthing but random chatter and bonding...it was fun nonetheless....and we din find the ATM machine.
....coincidences...
and den on my way home, i started reminiscing the past again...and i felt guilt this time round. so i would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the following people....starting from the closest i could rmb...
changrong, for scaring you...sort of...and mayb causing unecessary embarassment ( i would like to apologize the other patrons as well for causing a disturbance in ur happy dining experience)
derrick (sispec acquaintance), well i did apologize almost immediately after venting my anger on him( mayb a sign of improvement in my anger management)..but im still rather regretful that i actually vent my anger on him..so, sorry pal..
elaine (guitar senior). i could actually just msn her the apology, which would make more sense. but i dun hv the guts...and futhermore, it could hv been a petty event which she could not hv even rmbed. so, im sorry for being rude and an ass at times...
at this point, i wonder if they will ever get to see these apologies...den again, nvm....
ah, and den there is this girl in p.sch, when we were p2 or p3..cant really rmb...but im really sorry for pulling your pants down, an act of mischeif with my fren. i just rmbed i did this...but cant rmb who it was >< boys will b boys, always mischiveous. so if you ever read this, and geng geng yu huai ( i doubt you will though), im sry....
and to all others whom i hv been a nuisance to all the times, frequently, sometimes, occasionally. (circle one). im really sorry. ><
jem toked kok @ 5/25/2008 12:06:00 am
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