visited an old friend today.

it is comforting to know that some things just don't change.

even after 6 years.

it's amazing how you can see someone every day.
walk past each other in the corridor.

a slight brief smile.

and then hurry along again.

i remember the words she said in p6...

"we are going to be separated...forever.. i'm going to crescent... you're probably going to cedar."
"maybe i'll go to crescent too."
"it's your 5th choice."
"it's still a choice."

and i ended up in crescent.

my 5th choice.

and it still is funny how fate twists things around.

we both get into crescent.
and we chose to spend the next four years too busy with our own social lives to actually sit down and talk.

and it is only at the end of these four years. *after* the whole secondary life of school has ended, that we finally sit down to have another long talk.

it is funny how different things were in school.

i had my class
she had hers.

i had my group.
she had hers.

i had my interests.
and she had hers.

today was spent reminiscing.

suprisingly i have few memories of raffles.

i remember the people.

i have forgotten everything else.
the actual time spent in classrooms..the lessons..the teachers..

all a blank.

hopefully things will be different for crescent.

one major difference is that now i'm four years older.
and more mature.

hopefully.

these four years have changed me a whole lot.

i learnt that maybe sometimes, the boys just weren't worth it.
that it was ok to cry.
and that the little things are the ones that matter.

6 years ago, her mother would come after lunch.
and offer us jelly.

and i, being the guest, would always get to pick first.

and i always picked green apple.

6 years. and today, i still find solace in eating that overly sweetened, wobbly, transparent green mass with a plastic spoon.

and she was the first person who ever said that she was proud of me.

it made me realise
that for these 6 years, we might have not been as close as we were.
after all, we were still young.
and despite the hurried smiles we exchanged in the corridors.
we would always watch out for each other.

unconsciously.

"because that's what friends are for."

6 years ago, we would have never guessed that we would turn out this way.

in 6 years time, i would probably be saying the exact same thing.

some people are the ones you'll remember.

suprisingly they will not be the ones who spent the most time with.
or the people who made you "popular"
or the people you made "popular"
or the ones who spent the most time with.

it's the ones you connected with.

despite the differences.

you can still talk.
and connect.

the 'cool' gang will go their separate ways.
and popularity would no longer be permanent.
once you realise that it takes too damn much to maintain.

but with the select few,
even after all the years..
things will never change.