I just came back from a meeting of my primary school friends. They are all doing extremely good. Sometimes, I just cannot believe that we actually grew up together. Some are in NUS, NTU, SMU, some are working and are doing well and I realised that I made the least progress among the guys. Most went to JC, went to army early, came out and already in their last year of studies. I just completed my first semester. Some went polytechnic and went ahead to further their studies, now in their 3rd year, but I just completed my first semester. Some already graduated and is now working, local and overseas, but I just completed my first semester of studies. Not only that, I am still planning to delay my degree for a year because of my incapabilities in my language skills.
I feel ashamed and inferior. I used to be the promising student. I told myself enough of the crap that "it is okay to fall behind", "it is okay to fall down", "you shouldn't be giving yourself so much pressure". Look where I am standing now. I am supposed to be in Liverpool doing my LLB. Cheers for being poor. Fuck my life.
Back to my friends, sometimes, I feel kinda awkward sometimes because my ex-girlfriend of 3 years is there. Just to fill your curious minds, we didn't talk, just smiled to each other before we left. My best friend in Primary school was there too. We somehow remembered a little here and there of all the shit we did before, but all of us moved on with our lives.
It is interesting how we grew up but traces of our characters as we know each other in primary school are still there.
Something worth mentioning was my primary school teacher. She knew my brother, sister and mom. It hit me when she didn't remember my name, but she slowly recalled who I was later in the outing. I was, as usual, the good boy in her eyes. In fact, in most person's eyes.
It is late and I shall end off here. Below is the group photo of us.
We met, chat, laughed and left for our individual lives once again. May they all do brilliantly in their lives. Every god, bless them.
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