Upon hearing an aquaintance of mine that told me her life story, she commented that “Everyone has their own’s life story to tell”. I couldn’t help but wonder that if they were to make a book out of my life, it would be as boring as reading the dictionary. I don’t even think that it would have made it to 100 pages.

Her, on the other hand, had every gist needed for a typical movie. The drama, the calling, the main characters played to make her life (which is now a success), the villains, the journey, the romantic love scenes and most of all, what everyone want in the end, the lesson learnt and the results i.e happy ending.

Maybe her story is still writing on its way, perhaps that it was just the ending of a chapter in a book, but I too wished that I had an adventurous life like hers. On the other hand, maybe not because some parts of her life story is something everyone wish it had not happened to them. The death of her beloved father when she was 20 yrs old, her wake up call that mould her into what she has become of today. She told me that perhaps if this incident were not to have happened, she would be some “princess” attitude girl that does not have any understanding of other people’s life and situation. Then, she would also be some sort of street girl running around with pierced body and tatoos just waiting for another day to pass

I guess after that, her experiences taught her a lot into becoming what she is today. A successful and important person that a company values as their asset. I wish I could share her story with everyone because it really changed my perspective of how and what I thought about her but I guess I have to ask for her permission first.
As for my own past? I could not really think of anything important nor significant that would change my point of view sometime in my life. Perhaps, it’s never changed in the first place.

Maybe there is but to me I just couldn’t think of it yet. I guess my stories were short stories. Snippets of my life’s journey. Do you have one to tell?

Not what I expected, if you asked me. Really its been almost 10 years since I last met the majority of them back when I was 17. Most of them are already very successful. One of them guys is happily married. Got myself a whole collection of name cards which I don’t know where to place them among all the business cards I have collected over the years of working.

2 on my brainest x-schoolmate cum classmate are still studying (?!) even at the age of 26 going 27. I really envy them, though. I wish my parents would also tell me, “Ah lui, ah, ah lui, no worry okay. You just take your sweet time studying. Study finish one degree not enough, take masters okay? Then if you want can continue with PHD. Then if not take another degree…” But me not so lucky, immediately after degree, have to start finding for work. Parents not going to “yong” me forever. They have still have my younger sister and brother to take care of.

One of the guys there doing some sort of house renovation. Heard its quite a good business, though. Looking at him so, erm, rugged like Phuah Chu Kang, already know he must be very rich and own a huge house la. Really happy for him.

Got one brainy lady is IT Specialist in a renowned bank and another brainy guy some sort of Pharmacuetical sales. In his name card, he had a degree in dunno what engineering biochemical or something like that. Surprisingly enough, he can even remember where I live! Wah! Patutla he so damn clever back in school days!

Apart from kpc about what everybody doing and comparing with each other how successful are one another, I learnt something about myself. I’ve always been trying so hard to shut out the part of my high school life that I even forgot most of their names (embarassingly enough, I called one of my x-schoolmate the wrong name! Paiseh betul!). I even forgot which are my classmates, what’s the name of my class and who’s suppose to be gang with who!

Funnily enough, I think I couldn’t recognize most of them. Seems everyone’s grown so old already! Face change so much! I think if I was walking on the streets, it wouldn’t occur to me at that time I knew any of them (of course, apart from some of the friends there that I meet from time to time whenever we have the time la!)

Just today, I’ve got a mysterious sms from my long lost schoolmate. According to her, we are suppose to have a gathering tomorrow at Chilli’s BSC! I’m so scared! The first thing that came to my mind was “Are you nuts? Who want’s to go to a whole class gathering where people take the opportunity to brag on and on about how great their life is? Or how rich they are? Or how lucky they are? Or worst still how successful they are?”

Nope. Not when I think I’m not successful enough, at least on their books. I did blog once before that my high school life wasn’t something pretty and nice. I hated life at high school. People there intimidate (is that how you use this word?) me. Worst off, people there have so huge ego and self-esteem, its scary. I don’t think I can go through yet another gathering that kill’s my already low self-esteem.

I did once blog about one gathering I went to like 7 years ago which still haunts me til today. I have no idea why I can still remember very clearly how people look at me so small because all of them are so great. I remember when they laughed at me when I shared with them that I was taking degree in Marketing whereas the rest of them are taking some bombastic subjects which you can’t even spell or read out loud properly. Then when they asked where I was studying, they were like (in a very disgusting sarcastic voice) said “Erughhh, what’s it again? Aren’t you going anywhere out of Malaysia?” Maklumlah, I’m not from a very well to do family whereas the most of them stay in places scattered around Bangsar. If anyone doesn’t know what Bangsar is all about, I guess you could say its an equivelent to Hollywood?

Then another recent one, some 5 years back, they saw me in Mid Valley with SoGua and was with this duhhhhhh attitude. Note to everyone, this group and the 7 years back group are totally different group! When asked where I was studying, studying what (I was already working then when the most of them are still studying), doing what recently blah blah blah all the non-sensical questions, they had the same sarcastic, disgusting tonality. Like laughing out very loudly. One even said, “Oh, I’m studying physcology in dunno what what what taking triple degree at Australia’s most re-nouned uni call dunno what what what”. You can’t imagine how I felt then.

Still, I don’t know why they still disturb me. Perhaps, I took such a long time to develop a sense of love for myself, a thinking that “Its great to be me!” that I am afraid by meeting up with them I have to start all over again?

But then again, I am curious how great everyone is doing. Apparently, rumours has it that one of my school’s smartest girl got offered by NASA and is now earning a minimum of american dollar $10k. I wonder how true’s that. Because, if it is, I’ll probably kill myself because me and her aren’t the best friends in the world back in school days. She used to sneer at my stupidity of understanding the world of Add Maths. I remember once she remarked, “I can’t understand why you take this subject when you are more qualified for the Arts stream”. Screw her!

Update more when I finally meet the monsters and big headed creatures tomorrow. Whis me lots of luck. Til then!