YTuesday, March 20, 2007

A Voyage Into Familiar Territory (Part Two)

I continue my cookie-cutter post describing my life. However, I'm the mold of my cookie-cutter is somewhat unique. I'm writing about what happened on a Friday. Today is a Tuesday. Chances are, I may have forgotten what happened and just make something up. You wouldn't know the difference anyway. I also happen to have a point at the end of this post. Really.

So anyway, after my OG Outing, I went to play pool with my secondary 4 classmates. When I got to the pool hall, I was greeted with a sight to behold. We had 4 tables, and about 15 people came. Our most successful class outing was held only after we had disbanded. It was interesting to meet up with them after they had adjusted to JC life, and seeing how they had changed, and remained the same. Sean Poh, with his chemically enhanced bosom that could rival even the most well endowed female. His chest seemed to be even bigger than before (if that's possible), no doubt due to his strict regime of workouts, and diet of pure protein. Jared Dass, whose massive ego made him self-delusional, seemed to have an even higher opinion of himself. He told me that he got into RJC through "Sex Appeal" as well as "Handsomeness". Zachary Tay, whom I've sparred with previously in many a lightsabre fight, and had too many conversations with regarding Pokemon, seemed to have lost some of the essence (lameness) of that made him Zachary. However, I believe this is just a temporary lull in his Force Powers, and he will make a quick recovery to power and awesomeness. From what I hear, he's also quite the lady's man in NJC.

What can I say, I've got interesting friends. Oh yea. Albert, Zac, and Sean Poh. You guys owe me money. $5.

So anyway, pool was fun and full of nostalgia. It turned out I wasn't as bad as I thought. Or maybe it's just that my friends suck more than me. What happened next surprised me. I was also supposed to meet a group of Sec2 classmates on the very same day as well. I hadn't planned on actually doing it, but they appeared at the same pool hall that day. The events that next transpired can actually be found on Javier's blog. So if you're interested, go visit his blog and make him feel happy by increasing the counter. It will make him all warm inside.

Don't you dare accuse me of being lazy. He did a satisfactory job, with even photos and videos, so why should I bother to repeat the same things he said? This is called 'Making Good Use Of Your Friends". Come back when you're done. So once the event in Javier's blog unfolded, it was already far too late for me to go home. And I couldn't bear to part with the money required to take a taxi. So I had only one choice left. Stay at my friend's house. He lives in Orchard. Rich kid.

At his house, considering the fact that we were SJI boys, you know what we did. We did gay things. Because we're all gay. Every single one. I can't stress this enough. Because it's true. Go tell all your friends.

I woke up the next morning, finding the friend whom actually lived at the house curled up on the floor, clutching a blanket with shivering fingers, his face close to someone's pair of dirty socks, and myself sharing a bed with one of my friends. It was astounding that both of us could fit on a single bed. I'm round, and he's like 8 feet tall. We can, apparently, bend the laws of physics. One of our secret SJI techniques, I suppose.

I left the company of my friends only in the afternoon.

Friends are an important part of my life. They are an important part of everyone's life. We laugh, we cry, we smile. We enjoy each other's company. We cheer each other on in times of hardship and struggles. We shed tears for each other's losses and downfalls. However, you can't expect to be best friends with everyone. It takes time to develop the bond between friends. Intimacy takes time. I've known my Sec2 classmates for slightly over 4 years, Sec4 classmates for slightly over 2, and OG friends for only a few months. I'm sure you can guess which people I'm closest to in general. There's nothing wrong with any of my friends. They are all good people, with their own quirks that make them special. I'm thankful for all of them.

There are friends with whom you have to organize outings and less than half of them turn up, then there are friends with whom you can just walk up to without saying "hi" or giving any sort of acknowledgment, and just get on with things. Finally, there are friends with whom you can sit with chatting till the buses are no longer running, stay overnight together having no prior arrangements, and share a bed without any awkwardness or hesitation.

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