I wrote an email to our SSO the other day demanding the very overdue status of our scripts. 4 months and we've yet received the hard copy of certificate is simply unacceptable. Usual practise of CC-ing my mates frm the same graduating batch.

One rang me on my mobile to bitch, the other one damn mean, shoot another email to the SSO saying the wait is far too long. That's my classmates fyi.

Chancing upon my Law lect was another bitter-sweet reminiscence. The subject was a killer. But he's undoubtedly, one of the best lecturer I deem. When asked if he remembers who am I, he gave a quick reply "NO". When commented he gained weight, he ask if I'm blind. That's my Law lecturer fyi. Quick and witty and sacarstic and all. Nevertheless he asked where are the other 2 of my mates. Means he remembers who am I lah. Had a quick chat and went back to my classroom.

Those were the days. Good old days. Despite class pathetically small, we had lotsa fun and like it or not, full attention from all our lecturers. We frown, we complain, we mug, we joke, we tide through the obstacles together.

I miss those days when I'm always the laughingstock of the class. The most targeted one when they tried to live their joys at the expense of my miseries. LOLZ.

I remembered the boys refuse to admit I'm a girl which got me dead pissed. Inevitably, I was compared to the rest of the female classmates whom were all so girly and me? Rough and tough. (Not forgetting I'm the only one who can tahan their crude jokes and remarks. Heh)

Yet I was the only lass who gets all the first class treatment from them. Treats? Me first. Free ride? Me first. Additional lect notes? Me first. Tips? Me first. Any news? Me first. Hoohoo~ Ok, maybe they shouldn't be termed boys, since they come to an average of 30 years old. Brudders lah huh, brudders.

And of course, I miss those days where we gang up to tease our lecturer. We were highly interactive, rowdy in some ways too.

I haven't even mention how I met Ann, the very quiet and seemingly dao lass whom turned out c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.l.y different from what was perceived. Again, the saying goes "Never judge a book by it's cover". One who thought I was over-zealously friendly (to the extend of mad already) when I asked a favour from her. *chuckles*

Now that I'm in another phase of life with brand new corhort of classmates, I can't help feeling a tinge of sadness. Existingly there's an average of 30 students in the class. But increase in the no. of classmates does not necessary accentuate to the amount of fun I used to have. Everyone has their own clique and thus they don't interact much. Thou I'm glad Jan and I, our f/ship's blossoming quite ok with some similarities to agree upon and differences to spark on. The rest? I dunno. We do joke there and then. Hopefully those patriotic f/ship arises as time goes by. Again, I'm dubious..

Pals, I miss you all!!!