Lessons learned

Last night, I went to watch Katyn and the movie boggles my mind till now. But that's for another post. I mentioned Katyn because I want to slap my own face for not remembering that Bolshevik and Soviets were the same thing. I was like, "Katyn.....Katyn...Bolshevik"? Damn that subtitle writer, the word "Bolshevik" was used throughout the movie WITHOUT a single mention of the "Soviets". Wait a minute, why am I complaining? They were the same people! Okay lah, back to my face-slapping.

Trust me, that's not the only thing about the movie that's bothering me like hell but as I said, I'll tell you about Katyn in the next post.

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When my mind was still pure and unblemished, the Central Market (CM) used to be the lepak place for my friends and I. Oh the good times, when we were thick like any bands of brothers. When none of us could foresee what would happen to us that very next year. We even bought myriads of matching nonsenses that marked us as the best of friends. There was this one bracelet that I treasured the most among all the nonsenses but as fate would have it, I lost it in Shah Alam (not Segamat as I told people, if my memory serves me right). Yes, we weren't as close as we used to be and I wasn't talking to some of them then but since the bracelet had been a part of my life for so long, well, only God knew how I felt at that time. If I were the type of a person who has regrets, I think that would be my biggest regret ever. But since I have the conscience of a turtle (now, not then), well, you know what I think about that.

I think yesterday marked the first time I went there in.....I don't know, 5 years? Oh wait, I once accompanied a friend to CM about 3 years ago because...uhh..I don't remember. I only remember that we both bought kaya balls at that time. Dear Lord, I'm having the memory of a Dory (Finding Nemo) lately.

CM has changed so much since the last time I went there.

CM taught me a lot about life and friendship. It shaped me to be what I am now. As much as it pains me to admit this, some of my best memories involve CM and the girls. And I don't know why, but since I added this particular friend on Facebook, I'm always in a nostalgic cocoon.

That's the place where we did our Form 3 class t-shirts! Good memories, good memories indeed.

I took these pictures from the second floor.