Growing Up

I attended my school's marching band 100 years celebration last night.
So my batch decided to meet up that night (like some sort of unofficial reunion) since a lot of us haven't met each other for the past 8 years.
As I walk into the school compound,i rush up to watch VICCB's performance, did some charity shopping, chick hunting (GAGAL), before i finally meet up my old school mates.
A lot of them still look the same.
But they have mature way far beyond what I've expected.
80% of them are getting married.
15% of them are married.
5%(I'm in this group duh..hehe) are still clueless in their relationship.
Some of them owns a 5-figure mothly pay.
Some of them are lawyers.
Some of them are Ship Attendants.
One of them is a Sports Journalist for Bernama and he went to Rome to catch the Champion League's final!

WOW.
Envy.
Thats all I can say.
After 8 long years, all my friends have geared up their life with a vision.
And here I am, blogging bout gay doctors and creating new gay terminologies.
Cool.
8 years.

INI JANJI AKU (let's see what will happen in the next 8 years!)