we're not the same.

"There are places I remember all my life, though some have changed"

23rd June 2007, I marked the date on the calendar.
The first secondary class reunion in more than 6 years.

It comes very timely, especially when I have been constantly reminiscing the old times through yearly class photos (the standard postured ones), my yearbook that never fails to amuse and make me giggle, way deep inside. Everyone had really bad hair.

But not everybody is going to turn up I guess. Like the guy whom we always believed would grow up to be a schizophrenic. Or the few who stood aloof. The Thai National. Or the one who's already a mother of two. Or a few more who would really prefer to spend their weekend looking ahead upon their lives.

But some will turn up for sure. Like the 'was seriously-plain' jane who puts up cutesy,14-ish posey pictures of herself on her friendster profile and is engaged recently by the way. The class clown. The ditsy monitress. The former girls' heartthrob. The former tomboy. The cheena boy gang. And the guy who is having a really bad case of acne on the face now but has recently hooked up with the girl from the next class.(I checked his friendster pictures)

I'm sure a few of the guys have signed on to the army, as they've got undisclosed occupations on their friendster, their list affiliations ended with specific army units or their most updated pictures only consists of them in their No.1 or No.4, and gathering pictures with fellow campmates.

Some changed for the better.
Some remained the same (just larger than before)
I, for one like to think that I have come a long way, and changed for the better.

I'm excited about it but I'm not sure what to expect.

"Geez he's put on weight"
or "She look 35."
or "where did her mole go?"
or "Oh so you're now a Prudential advisor" and *Scrams*

maybe. :)