okay. back to the genting trip.
or perhaps more to the friendship thingy.
im just so comfortable with you guys you know. even around the clock for three whole days.
comfortable in the sense that perhaps there was no need to pretend to be someone you were not and act oh-so-differently lah. that maybe explains why it was pretty saddening to leave that place.
no one knows what is going to happen. and the possibilities are endless...
i keep thinking about it even though i know it's pretty much unpredictable.
we have indeed been through alot.
with loads of problems caused by me, myself.
im ashamed... however very damn glad we have emerged stronger after that?
the badminton trainings which i will sorely miss
(thank god for the badminton chalet coming up! i cant wait)
the catching up periods during recess, after school.
the countless meals at burger king, long john silvers, pastamania.
i might have always been at tuition or remedial but trust me, i would have never wanted it to be that way.
the few rare nights that we spend hanging out at playgrounds.
the
queen of the world stunt that left us gagging for air due to the excessive laughter.
the "ass-less" someone who im sure very much was in a haze when she admitted to it. =x
the boss-turned-motherlyfigure-ahma which honestly was pretty cool.
the nahjong sessions which i think i didnt quite enjoy much cos i know nuts bout mahjong.
the "bitching-bout-coach" portions of trainings.
the mad zany fun we can have.
the ice skating. the neoprints which brought us together initially.
i used to think that perhaps this clique formed and remained mostly on the veryy fact we have LOADS of fun together, not forgetting the fact we were all mostly from the same cca, making it all the more easier to stay together. however, my opinion has changed and i have began to see how exactly things are different.
in the sense perhaps i feel that each and every one of us is like appreciated. how our different personalities seem to not be so distinct anymore. how we compromised and all that.
things like this make a world of a difference...
it's a love/hate thing maybe? (but of course love triumphs over the hate part)
i just want to cherish whatever it is and treasure the memories that are both sweet and bitter.
