I met up with a few friends from my junior high at Shabusen downtown. It’s been more than six years since I’ve meet one of them. SIX years. That’s quite a long time, I think. A lot of things have happened in that six years and I don’t know what to expect. Did she change? What have she accomplished?

The dinner went well. We had so much fun laughing and reminiscing, which got me thinking- what do I remember? I found a hard time remembering some events that happened six, seven, eight years ago while I was still at that school with them. I know a lot of things have happened and I have made stupid decisions, but I can’t recall all of them. I wished I have saved myself a diary or something to remind me of my past.

I feel like going back home to Jakarta now to visit my school. I’m hoping upon my visit to the school, a sudden rush of past memories would come back naturally to me. I know it won’t happen, but I do miss my school and the stories I’ve shared and buried with it. 



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