Friday, May 16, 2008



Thank god its Friday again!


How many times have I actually used that line? Surely, it clearly shows how much I look forward to weekends after five long hectic weekdays in school. I am positive I deserve something rewarding which I can take a breather and put my mind at ease.

The mundane repetitive life in school is so unbearable. Fancy a friend confessing to me her deep wish to be in a junior college. That is very brave of you to imagine those things.

After H1 lessons ended, my friend and I went down to Yishun to grab a bite. Our intention was to slack to our hearts content. Slack like nobody business just like the days back in Chung Cheng where stress only comes a few weeks before O levels.

Lets cut the crap and get straight to the point.
We bowled at Safra Yishun.






This is the rock climbing wall that I dream, one day I will conquer.
But that very day do not seem to come.


The Safra located in Yishun has a very nature feel to it. The small vegetation behind it gives the rural feeling. And the architecture is pleasing to the eyes. No complicated patterns or designs. Or metallic and glass made structure.


Bowlers of the day.


Naz.


Xiuhui.


Minghuat.


Joshua.


And lastly, a moron with two gargantuan watermelon-like boobs.


Group photo.
From the top left to bottom right.
Naz, Joshua, Minghuat, Grace, Wesley, Yee May and Xiuhui.


The people with their own balls now. That sounded wrong.


Act dao ah!


Presenting the boys...


We are strong!


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And we are cute too!



So after that tiring bowling session at Safra, all of us went our separate ways. Some went to have dinner at Seoul Garden at Causeway Point and some to the Food Court at the basement of Northpoint.

Feeling bored again. The four of us, Grace Joshua Wesley and me played at the arcade.
Seemingly, teenagers get bored so easily. They have a short interest span in whatever they do. I wonder why.


We were so engrossed playing House of the Dead.


I happily pointed the gun away from the screen that I once hit it against my lips. It was fucking pain. Poor rotting dry lips.








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I strongly believe that Friendship takes time to grow. Hard work and lots of effort have to be sacrifice to nurture it.
Just like a seedling waiting patiently to slowly grow into a tree. Which one day bears fruits and flowers.
Waiting may seem like eternity. Just do not lose hope. Keep holding on.

It will be a friendship that is reciprocated. (:

Friendship can be illustrated from the given analogy above.
It will develop to become something much more valuable and beautiful in time to come. The time is not definite though. It can be days, weeks, months and even years.

I am anticipating that day to come. When finally, all odds are overcome. And awkwardness is eradicated.

I know close friends come and go. It is brutal but true. I have experienced it so many times.
It is part and parcel of life.

But for now, I am hoping very much that I will find that person. Sounds cheesy but I am serious. It need not be one. It can be more than one. And it can be anyone.


True friends are elusive but everywhere.

I will find you no matter what. I swear.















Meanwhile, I have to focus in my studies; MYE.
&Not be swayed by less important emotions that should come later. I should not let it affect me greatly.
I have to be strong.


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P/S: I beg to differ. Males who blogs are not gays or emo kias. That is merely stereotyping people. We can be cool too you know. Guys who blog means people who cherish every fragments of their life spent. And by blogging, it helps to lock these memories. Just like me.
I hold on to the sweet and bitter memories of my life.

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