Yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away.....

My other half have been walking down memory lane for the past two weeks (twenty-odd years of walking to do)...planning for his Alumni dinner. Nostalgic memories of years gone by resurface .... old friends, old stories, old flames (he..he this is interesting. My children & I have our own private joke about this), old teachers....everything that was left dusting in his memories. That's the thing about alumni gatherings....I'm not a stranger to one being a thoroughbred SSPian....you tend to see everything with rose-coloured lenses. Even the square haistyles, dorky attire and goofy love stories. I've never been to a co-ed so I don't really understand what my other half is talking about but I know the excitement of meeting old friends.

My alumni has a gathering every so often, only I can't make it to all being outside the city. But my classmates and I also have our own alumni and we have a gathering at a whim....Raya shopping, spa-day, lunch at any chosen restaurant (a constant feature), karaoke, hi-tea or soirees at any of our houses, any reason and we'll gather. Maybe not all will be able to make it but at least 15 will.

Most of my classmates have kept in touch during studies abroad (I think 60% of us went overseas), marriage and divorce. We share a lot with one another that we are almost sisters who have been together for most of our adult life. Many of my classmates are also successful people in their own right, but during our gatherings we are no longer the successful MD, CEO, doctor, professor, businesswoman...we transport back to the days when PWTC was still a figment of our imagination and the trip to JTAR was not as scary as today. No matter how many times we gather we never tire of reminiscing the old stories of basuh bas, cabut rumput semalu, standing in the middle of the field (all punishment for one thing or another that we did...our motto: one for all and all for one...so the punishment usually is for a group of us but the whole class will make it into a field day by joining in), singing in class, going for debates, cheering for the basketball team (most players are from our class), and coming up with the latest cheer to beat the other schools. As I said we always see the past with rose-tinted lenses. But the yesterdays are the things that has helped shape the person we are today. So when my other half tells me his stories...about his days in school I listen and enjoy them with him...although I may not fully underastand a co-ed environment I can identify with the nostalgia because after all I am an .....ANVILLIAN THOROUGHBRED...and nothing can beat the memories I had with my 34 "sisters"!