I think reminisce is a dangerous word.

It's embodies such a murderous intention so silent,
I'll die from it without even realising it's forthcoming.

It was perhaps both a blissful yet self-destructing decision.
Oh the irony of it.

You see,

I went back for tpjc alumni band concert on saturday, yesterday.
Ohh my god! So ecstatic to see my dearrr YI XIN!!
Though funny when i exclaimed to her, but i really think it was probably the best natural high orgasm. Even better than gorging on chocalates and beg for what tiny happiness they can possibly give after being wrapped up their entire life.

The songs were well, well-rounded and lighthearted for the general audience. With performance for themes from movies like The Lion King (oh, the second orgasm. My favourite childhood, bear-hugging movie of all times. Watched more than a gazillion times over), Pocahontas, The Incredibles, the Prince of Eygpt, the familar English Folk song Suite, plus a never heard before The Inn of Sixth Happiness.

Pretty cool, minus the uncoordinated entering and exiting of audience throughout, and the silly clapping for non-music familarists (new invented word in lois's dictionary) halfway through.

You see, the killing part comes when you get to meet a friend after so darn long, and when it's time to part yet again, reminence becomes so cunning, it just sneaks in without warning.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the brutal part.

Despite having to sacrifice some dark eye rings and midnight cab fare, it was all worth it.
Yes, we chatted till wee hours in the morning. That, my friend, is the simplest enjoyment anyone can get.

Well, you see, i know again,

I'm not a person who expresses her emotions easily. At least, not until i've known you through and through. So, until recently, i've learnt that no matter how little time you have. No matter how forgetful you are. No matter how old or how MUCH wrinkles you have grown, always spare a little effort to let your friends know how much you love them. Yes, that includes you, the shy little one, to say the cliche, yet powerful 3 words to him or her.

Yes. I'm getting a little preachy and bloody boring.

ohh my god. Dios mio!

I didnt know i actually have the courage to express that!

Hell, hopefully i'll not turn into a friend-loving-absolute-maniac who unconsciously bruise your face by lipsticks prints in machine gun speed the next time we meet.

So, you see,

I've died many times over because i miss my friends. Told ya before, i simply, simply hate the lasts of everything. I swear it's going to squeeze my heart dry and kill me someday.

Dios mio!