luvable, luvable assholes

there's some undescribable bond between my cempaka-mates that i claim is special and unique to just the '97 batch, that each of us can truly attest to.

many of us are home briefly, to share joyous moments with the happy couple (hhann: so what do you think of eugene? me: eugene? who? who's eugene? *blur look*), but all of us were also definitely back to catch up and enjoy the camaraderie of the old-timers. it does not seem like we've lost any time with each other.

the reminiscing of good 'ol times ('remember when en. muru used to punish us by making us open doors or stand on one foot in front of the library?), the dirty jokes (sensored lah, but there were many), babies (welcome andrea!), weddings (yen just happened, savi, mark, ju ('melaka, city, melaka, city', HAHA damn funny wei!!!), litping and many more to come). as mindy said, if anyone else were to listen in to our conversation, they'd think we were totally retarded (eh i felt sorry for the uncles aunties within the viscinity).

sure it was a long flight back home, and for a very short time. but it is totally, ABSOLUTELY, worth it.