"Hail Caesar !!!" we used to go, during our upper sec lit days. Mr Quayle was a good lit teacher ! Somehow Ang Mohs are so good at talking cock, that though it's annoying when you really think about it, it's always fun listening to them at that moment in time.

And what a place to meet 'im. After all, Marks and Spencer is English, I'd suppose an Englishman like Mr Quayle would buy a box of tea satchels from an English retailer like Marks and Sparks.




"I thought I'd know you. Your face was rather familiar to me. So what are doing now ?"

I was genuinely happy to see him, "Well, I'm done with National Service. I'm doing Relief Teaching now !" (That's the first thing I'd say to someone who's taught me before. Perhaps it's the amusement I'd expect from them that encourages me !)

"Oh. Interesting ! So are you ENJOYING it ?"




Now now now... If you translated that to :

"I thought I'd know that fuck face of yours. Your fuck face's rather familiar to me. So what are you doing now, you bleeding puerile sod for a Marist ?"


"Oh. Interesting ! So are you beginning to comprehend the immense PAIN I had to endure teaching imbecile cockheads like you ? You, the incongruous goof for a git !"




The things I can think about during a shower. Heheheh.

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I thought she looked pretty that day. A little different, but just as beautiful. But I shan't fall for that now, shall I ?

The Vicissitudes of Life, The Glory of Friendship and The Disconsolation of Partings




It's been a great 20 years. Honestly, I think that's what most people would say, but individually and uniquely I would say I've enjoyed much of my life so far, if not all of it. And to this gaiety that I've come to understand as the paramount objective in Life, I dedicate thanks to everyone that I love, my family and friends, for bringing to me that happiness.






I know I know, the older folks must be thinking, "whatthefuck !" I've only surpassed 2 decades of my life, yet when I look back... all those memories would just disarm you. There have been so many changes ! Some are sudden, while others gradual improvement that a few would call maturity, but I'd call it life experience gained from stupidity. Forsaking my dearest of friends for a reckless relationship was not very intelligent at all, and even bruised a couple of friendships. To this embarrassing truth I offer my apologies to my friends, though I will see you again some time soon, in University or in other places, but I know I will : )(It was weird receiving that sms from dad today ! Life has been one great joke, who would've known Joel's working in SPH too ?)


[Aaah. University. The Big One. All my life, perhaps due to my parents' proclivity to a belief of proper education (which really means the conventional approach of Primary School to Secondary School, then to Junior College, and of course to University), uni has been the ultimate goal, or now was. Stepping into the University Cultural Centre two Saturdays ago, I just felt this dreadful sense of despondency. Everyone was giving the kind of look like they were from one of the Ivy League Unis. Ross was saying yesterday that it's the local mentality that being able to study at NUS means Creme de la Creme. I don't agree, because it's not like we're all studying medicine or law or whatever course that is universally accepted as pretigious. But maybe Ross is right. I'll find out soon enough anyway. Again, knowing that I'll be seeing so many familiar faces would normally be a comforting feeling, but very fustratingly and frightening at the same time, I felt the exact opposite. It's like, "Eh ! I see u again ! Pri sch, Sec Sch, JC, Army, Navy... You again !! and You ! and You !!!" Maybe it's really me. Or that I've got this subconscious idea of wanting to be some place else, with an entirely new and open environment ? Maybe it's really just me.]





Friendship is absolutely fabulous. It is the one thing, if nothing else you can have, that allows you keep your sanity and realise just how human you are. Though at times there is that occasional incidence of uncontrollable anger or invidiousness, they are also matched by moments of captivated jubilance and mutual confessions of foolishness. Friendship is the ground where we take one step backwards, the medium for accomodation and compromise. When we annihilate these barriers between us, we are, purposefully or inadvertently, taking one step closer to each other, and this Truth will serve to take us ever closer to becoming the consummate species that we should become. We don't hate each other in friendship. Hatred is just pure stupidity. It is the ludicrously blind monster for a philistine that separates all of us. That is the sad truth of human nature, that we choose to hate because we fail to understand each other. No compromise, no desire to feel or understand one another. I believe I've mentioned this before, that once a friend mentioned "there are no barriers between friends" and left me stunned for a while. I had never given much thought to that before, and it has been ever-present in my mind since then.





Yet with every passing moment some friends come and go. Older people will tell you it's "part and parcel" of life, life's like a "bus: there're many stops and you never know who gets up and alights". Bullocks.


I don't think I'd be stoic when I see Teck go off to Canada next month. It's so weird, having known a friend for 4 years (that's ONE FIFTH of my life so far !) and suddenly he's on a flight to a country half a planet away. Brother. I'll miss you.








So here's to Friendship, never superfluous but ever a luxury. No appraisal here, you know what it is, how endearing it is. You never know when it comes, or when you will have to let go, so treasure it. It is as dear as life can afford you, and how you choose to cherish it is for yours to decide only.