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Thursday, June 09, 2005
11:38 pm

On departures.


Had a blast with the girls at Serene's house today. We watched How to lose a guy in 10 days, pigged out on ice cream and chips, lazed around and gossiped a lot in typical girly fashion.

Despite being fully aware that various friends will be drifting out of my life soon when university overseas beckons, the reality of the whole situation only sunk in today - while sitting at the foot of the stairs with Serene, watching her open an envelope from the British Council with pre-departure details and materials. Only then did the fact sink in - these wonderful, caring people who have been such an integral part of my life will be leaving to forge new directions in their lives. I suddenly felt this acute sense of loss, because my best friends are leaving me behind.

I have known Serene since I was a mere 10-year-old. Our friendship has remained surprisingly strong despite all the stupid quarrels we get ourselves quagmired in due to both our obstinate and spoilt natures. Somehow, it's difficult to envision not having her around to tease me mercilessly about random matters while relentlessly extolling the virtues of gymming and exercise at the same time. The little, mundane things that I suddenly realise I will miss so much once she leaves.

In a way I do feel happy for those leaving, because they will have the opportunity to immerse themselves in a different culture and wallow in pools and pools of unsupervised enjoyment. But mostly, I just feel selfishly sad and resentful. The whole dramatic scene of sending Weiming off last year suddenly replayed in my head again - the tears, the panic, the pain. It was just one person then; now it's going to be so much, much more. The deluge of departures will begin soon - with Derrick taking the lead, leaving for Australia at the end of this month.