Yesterday night/today morning, I had a late night chat with one of my buddies.
You know how you regard some people that you mix around with everyday as your close friends, some you may even consider your best friends, and one day, when the time comes, you get separated and you don’t see each other everyday anymore. So you drift apart and all. One day you might not even know what to say to each other, even though you guys were tight say, a year ago?
Then there’s the group of friends, whom you don’t spend everyday with, yet you can talk to them anytime, no matter how long you’ve never talked to them? The buddy I’m talking about belongs in this category. 
We talked for nearly two hours. The past, the present and the future all whirled into one long string of memories and thoughts. We made pacts. Sour candy and guitars. And after it all…
I think I’m thiiiiiiiis much less afraid to go to JC. And that’s a lot.
Maybe it will all work out. I hope it does.
Anyway so this morning I decided to start on my Christmas cards. I bought 24 of them. It seemed like a lot but after listing down my recepients I realized that I needed more. But I’ll get them another day, shall finish my first 24 before getting more. I ransacked my room and fished out my autograph book (to find addresses), the hype of ‘03, and read through all the entries again. All in coloured, scrawly, primary school handwriting. Even the teachers. And I realized that not many people knew their postal codes then. :O So I searched online for them (hee.) and off I’m going to prettify the cards!
(okay so maybe I’m going to practice violin, then work on the cards)
