Monday, November 24, 2008 
12:56 AM ♥
I missed the time I spent in Kolkata badly. From the nicknames and private messages I saw on msn, I could tell that I am not the only one who missed the moments in India. I could still remember clearly the time where we joke, hang around and even partying together. Those moments were great and they shall be kept in memory forever.
'Lanterns. Dancing king. Bitching. Flat face. Slang. Auntie. 10 green bottles. Birdcage. Cheat. Superman.'
I was glad that I was able to find a listening ear during the trip. That person is none other than Joanne aka Stone face. I was amazed that the both of us are running in the same frequency and also shares the same sentiments in various discussions we had. I was very happy to know that there is someone on Earth who agrees with me, someone who understand things from my point of view. As what Joanne has said, we would no longer continue to dwell in self-pity. No more pages 2 for us, 1 page is sufficient.
My passion for Er hu seems to disappear as time goes by. I am no longer interested in Chinese orchestra, but rather in Interact club. Perhaps the interactions with the Interact Club members have allowed me to understand them better. I got to know people like Wee Yang aka dancing king, Aloysius, Kar Wee and more… … They are nice people that I could get along with. I am still laughing by myself whenever it reminds me of the lanterns and the birdcage jokes. I could still recalled the time when I partying along with my fellow clique and the 3 guys. The most memorial event I could remember was about the last night spent in Kolkata. 14 people (Wee Yang, Aloysius, Kar Wee, Derrick, Dean, Joanne, Siti, Naquiyah, Phoebe, Celestine, Pohee, Yvonne, Wendy and I) squeezed to sleep in 1 room. How ironic it was that all of us were willing to leave a nice big room empty and squeezed into one small room? 5 guys shared a double sized bed, and 9 girls shared 2 double sized beds. I enjoy singing the ’10 green bottles’ songs again and again, trying to call each other ‘auntie’ and playing ‘cheat’ with the people. But it is time for me to grow up and leave all these good moments into memory. It is time for me to look forward to my future rather than dwelling on the past. Even though there are still many things that I cannot let go, but I think that as the time goes by, it would turn out better. Hopefully, all this predictions are going to come true. Hope so.
-siqi
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Monday, November 24, 2008 12:56 AM ♥
I missed the time I spent in Kolkata badly. From the nicknames and private messages I saw on msn, I could tell that I am not the only one who missed the moments in India. I could still remember clearly the time where we joke, hang around and even partying together. Those moments were great and they shall be kept in memory forever.
'Lanterns. Dancing king. Bitching. Flat face. Slang. Auntie. 10 green bottles. Birdcage. Cheat. Superman.'
I was glad that I was able to find a listening ear during the trip. That person is none other than Joanne aka Stone face. I was amazed that the both of us are running in the same frequency and also shares the same sentiments in various discussions we had. I was very happy to know that there is someone on Earth who agrees with me, someone who understand things from my point of view. As what Joanne has said, we would no longer continue to dwell in self-pity. No more pages 2 for us, 1 page is sufficient.
My passion for Er hu seems to disappear as time goes by. I am no longer interested in Chinese orchestra, but rather in Interact club. Perhaps the interactions with the Interact Club members have allowed me to understand them better. I got to know people like Wee Yang aka dancing king, Aloysius, Kar Wee and more… … They are nice people that I could get along with. I am still laughing by myself whenever it reminds me of the lanterns and the birdcage jokes. I could still recalled the time when I partying along with my fellow clique and the 3 guys. The most memorial event I could remember was about the last night spent in Kolkata. 14 people (Wee Yang, Aloysius, Kar Wee, Derrick, Dean, Joanne, Siti, Naquiyah, Phoebe, Celestine, Pohee, Yvonne, Wendy and I) squeezed to sleep in 1 room. How ironic it was that all of us were willing to leave a nice big room empty and squeezed into one small room? 5 guys shared a double sized bed, and 9 girls shared 2 double sized beds. I enjoy singing the ’10 green bottles’ songs again and again, trying to call each other ‘auntie’ and playing ‘cheat’ with the people. But it is time for me to grow up and leave all these good moments into memory. It is time for me to look forward to my future rather than dwelling on the past. Even though there are still many things that I cannot let go, but I think that as the time goes by, it would turn out better. Hopefully, all this predictions are going to come true. Hope so.
-siqi
♡
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