Cheryl Ho’s Blog

Last Tuesday, which was the day I met up with Yen, well before that, I met up with my high school friends. A few of them. I picked James up from school. And it was reaaaallly good seeing him. I haven’t seen him since SPM results night. That was in March. IF THAT ISN’T YEARSSS THAN WHAT IS IT
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Well initially the plan was just to have lunch in Taipan or something. Then Michelle said the others would be going to Swensons, for some cheap 50% ice cream. Swenson’s Every-Tuesday’s-Offer thingy.

Well you know Malaysians, and discounts.

So, poor James. He didn’t bring along any clothes with him. So all the way until at the end of the day, he kept bugging and complaining to me about how lame it was that he’s wearing Form6 cool school uniform out.

But hey James, at least you’re not green!
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Swenson’s ice cream was shitty. Pardon me for being frank. Well if there wasn’t any 50% off, it wouldn’t even be worth paying for. No actually, even with the 50% off, it’s still not worth paying for!

I’d rather spend a lil more and have better ice cream at Baskins or something. Even Mat Kool is cooler.
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Time has passed, and times have changed.

Seeing James the other day really made me recall back about a lot of memories in high school. I miss high school a lot. My class of 5Amanah was ZEE bomb. All the jokes, lame and funny, ups and downs, success and failures, we shared them all together in that very class.

High school was a very fun place to be at, well apart from SPM and exams and shits. Heh

Well, we only left high school less than a year. We’re only 18 this year. But many friends have already gone far away, some drifted far apart, some not even a call or a text, and some just totally lost contact of.

If this is how it’s like when it’s 18, what about when we’re 25?

Where’re we gonna be when we turn 25?

Will there still be our regular Friday nights yamcha session in OTK Taipan? What about our once-in-a-while partying and clubbing times? Our birthday celebrations?
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It’s just sad to accept the fact that people do change along with time. Well, some for the better. And sadly, some for the worse.

Why is it that we humans never stop asking? We never stop asking for more. When will we learn to stop, and learn that when enough is enough? Perhaps, “enough” is not even in our vocabulary. I suppose the only way we’ll ever stop asking, is when God stops granting what we’re asking for.

And when that happens, isn’t it already a little too late?

Is it that hard for us to learn how to be happy with what is already being granted?

It’s no wonder we’re claimed to be the most complicating and complex creatures on Earth.
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I’m just missing the old times a lot. College is not all that bad, but it isn’t the same as high school. And the things you do, and the people around you, aren’t the same anymore. I miss all my high school friends.

If you’re lost, just turn to your back and you’ll find a road that you have once travelled. And that is the road, that we have walked together.
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OH WELLL

Moving on. You knowwwww what the helllll?

Tonight was my college’s Freshies Night for Sem2, and I damn right didn’t have a clue about it. Plus, my coll mates are going to Hops and Grapes for an after party.

Pffft. Oh well. Never mind. I had fun at home too, watching all my downloaded TVB series. Very nice, being Chinese at home watching Chinese drama.

Okay lah, it’s getting very early now. I meant, early in the morning of the next day. So…. take care all, more updates soon.

Before I leave,
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Retard. Whatever.
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