As promised, my unedited.. uncut blastful weekend. After nearly half a century, a total strength of close to 30 attendees present for our first ever gathering. Organized just for our batch itself whom made my birthday this year, accomplished with happy sentiments. Despite not having the usual full strength due to own commitments, there's more of such gathering that will sure bring us back to memory lane of non-stop laughters and hot gossips. But, there were a fair share of silence about some sob stories. We kick start the drama with warm hugs and those usual hyperactive antics. Some inside joke riddles to reminisce about those carefree ITE days. Not much camwh*ring made as we were more engrossed with talking endlessly like chicken backside. At the end of that night, I could have sworn the majority of us went home with a bad sore throat as momento. Thanks Sheik for a well-planned event.

Goodbyes are the hardest thing to do when all we want was the night never comes too quick. Firman's expression proves it. With those funny poses just to exchange farewell. Gathering at the carpark area overlooking at their own vehicles. We were somehow delighted to see Vella (the one who got into an accident and got his leg amputated) still standing strong with his mightiest willpower. For that, he deserves our salutation. Seeing you walked again and smiling without caring for the world, makes us enable to continue praying for your well-being. I and Mimi shared the same birthday month hence, the emotion runs a little sentimental as we embraced each other. Raba'a being my partner in crime never fails to clicked with me instantly. It seems the topic of those Sunday Reggae Nights at Hard Rock Cafe always linked back to me. We surely do miss those days and missing you guys already.