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After close to 6 months of absence, I finally met up with SJ today! ☺

If I had to introduce SJ, I'd say she's my best takeaway from Secondary School. ♡

I still look back at my days as a Crescentian and feel so blessed because those were the better days. No matter how stressful it was, I managed to put up with it and I never once crumbled under pressure. The teachers' support was great but the friends were even better.

Of course, a lot of things changed after I graduated and along the way, I stopped talking to some of my once-closer friends entirely. But through it all, SJ is someone who has stuck by and we've come along way since our first encounter at 13-years-old. I will forever be glad to the young and bold 13-year-old Smi, who fearlessly approached SJ on the first day of school.

8 years later, SJ's furthering her education in Bristol and while I'm stuck in sunny Singapore, 6845 miles apart for 9 months each year, our friendship has definitely withstood time.

Our meet-up, simple as usual, was a late lunch at our favourite Japanese restaurant - her treat because my birthday present got stuck at customs. And then we spent the remaining time walking around town, from Wheelock to Scape to Orchard Gateway and then back to Wheelock. Nothing in particular to share because every moment is spectacular. ♡







My eyes look spiritless in most of photos I don't know why but this woman is shining so I don't care if I look ugly.

Anyway, just wanted to say thank you for spending time with me today. I know I don't say this but I hope you know that even though we go for months without talking, you're always in my prayers. ♡ And I will always be a text away (because overseas calls are expensive). I may not reply promptly but I will definitely reply. The last 8 years have been nothing short of fantastic and I know it will continue to be in the many more years of friendship. ☺

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