Over the weekend, my neighbour Kang, who is also my schoolmate, has been living in K/L for more than 20 years, came back and invited me for his daughter’s wedding dinner on Friday night. Wow… I met so many of my classmates that night. But truth is, about half of them were from my primary-secondary school and I usually forget that we were primary classmates… I was invisible to them and they were too ‘advanced’ for me (my mum didn’t allow me to hang out or catch a movie or go out last time) so we never really knew each other after I left the school. I was surprise only 2 ladies on that dinner table. Kang told me that others girls he invited did not turn up.
We talked a lot. Although this gathering is last minute planned by Kang, I was glad that we get along well and have a long laugh with. Also surprised and sad to hear 3 of my classmates sudden passed away. My prayers go to his young family. I hope god gives them strength and courage to navigate through these rough seas of life.
Yeah, long story short. After dinner, we hung out in the karaOk café near my house. I never been there before - its a private members club... but very nice!!! A great place to hang out! Later, I don’t know who put up the tunes of Indian music, everyone, I mean everyone - the guests and staff were clapping and singing along and gave me a very warm welcome. It was very strange to me when they pulled me to the dance floor. As not to disappoint everyone, I did belly dancing and I felt completely lost in the music and the everyone was lost in there with me. Haha…One of my all time favourite dance moments so far, powerful and moving. I wouldn't normally dream of such a thing and was still very strange I belly dance in my jeans!
Alright, I’m done with the mildly interesting thoughts I had floating around my head for a bit. Time to go back to work. Oh, before I go, just one little bit more: And some friends, you just lose touch with when you grow up
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