People always say its good to make new friends. But sometimes, just sometimes, new friends bring new trouble. Perhaps its just me, not being open enough, not being able to adapt to different things, or perhaps I'm just being too sensitive. Still, because of a few things, lately I've become more nostalgic and emotional, even though at times I try not to be, I try to turn a blind eye to things. Sometimes I think I'm thinking too hard. Maybe things are actually much simpler, just that I make them out otherwise? Am I?

On the bus ride home today, I was just thinking about how things have turned out. I closed my eyes and think and think, and suddenly tears just flowed down my face. Shit you Aline why get so emotional. But I really do miss IJ, especially with how things are starting to turn out now. Miss the IJ lifestyle, the old friends. //How we used to rush from class to the canteen for our nasi lemak/bake rice/meepok and Shir Dick and I will gobble our food so that we can play basketball. Then get a stomachache while playing because of the nasi lemak chilli, then sprint to class only way after the bell has rung, and finally sit like a princess so our pinafores won't get wet. //How we'll go toilet as a gang of like 20, practically half the class. //How we will go for our weekly ice ball or ice lollies after school on Thursday. //How we will have lunch together for fun at the greatly missed-HDB Hub// How Shir and Evil will wait with me at the bus stop for my bus before they leave (aww). //How Sam will bus home with me and we forever have 105 more stops before we reach home.

I really miss those times. Even now just a simple smile from my IJ friends in VJ can really make my day. Heart to heart with Evil today, and I am glad. I'm really thankful for friends like her, and I know I always have another 8 cool people to count on. I am seriously suffering from post IJ syndrome. Announcement: I am home-sick! Except this time home=IJ. Save me.

A special shoutout to a lost friend, dear Burp, if you are out there reading this. I think I lost a friend. We used to be very very close. But now, we hardly talk, when we meet, we have nothing much to say. This makes me sad. What happened to our 3am talks? What happened to talking about anything under the sun? Where are you burp? Don't disappear please.