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Facebook, Twitter, Google, Yahoo and stuff. I explored the net. I'm drowning myself to the ideas and the news. Like everybody does when they are left at home alone.

Unexpectedly, my high school classmates went in our house. Good thing I'm all alone. Bad thing, the house is a whole mess. I swept the floor, hid the unfolded clothes and finger-combed my hair hastily.

My high school classmates, who are naturally wild and crazy, made my house loud again. Regardless of the mess, we still enjoyed the moment. Laughter after each seconds, stories every now and then, eating and consuming up some foods in the fridge. The moment was precious.

I reminisce those moments of high school days. Those bright, feeble, slightly innocent and crazy-busy days. I missed their laughter and the grand stories. The attitudes that made the class united. The soul of the unity that is spasmodically making us reunited even if we've gone on separate ways. Intercollegiate problems are obviously present. But hey, the friendship was still there.

Chills entwined my spine.
As they left, memories became fresh again.