The other day I flew into KL International Airport having to attend a performance appraisal higher committee meeting. On the train into downtown KL, I sms-ed an old friend during university days in Canada. We were so close then so much so that we shared personal things together. It has been a year or two since we last met. He seemed to forget my number and was asking who was me. I sms-ed in return writing "Ms Reed's favorite student" and he instantly recognized me. We met in the IT area of KL after my meeting. We talked about life of students overseas, about high school in Guelph near Toronto in Ontario, about our English teacher Ms Reed, about Thunder Bay and Lakehead University, about Winnipeg and Brandon, about good bachelor days, about old friends, about families and works.
It was after the meeting another great encounter happened. I was speaking at the lobby of our HQ with friends when a lady asked to confirm my name. She turned out to be my study mate at the University of Manitoba and I have not met her for a long long long time. The last time I heard she was divorced with her husband, my another friend. We could not talk long as she seemed to be rushing to a something may be a lunch meeting. She asked about my wife.
Rationale: Friendship never dies. Old memories make you happier and younger.
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