Thursday, April 05, 2007
Sob
It's been an amazing weekend for me. So fabulous that I didn't have the chance to put it into words.
Friday
A segment of the funty gang went back to our SAV and re-live the Life experience. The concert was overall explosive, with plenty of rock element involved, of course, not forgetting also the religious portion. However, for me, I wasn't sure why I was there also. I mean I don't play the believer in the concert. I'm simply the bystander. I was there to lend my support, join my frens and play my part in making the numbers. Hopefully, I also helped make the day happier for everyone - refer to previous post about making ppl happy =) Hence, during the concert, amid all the Christianity references, my thoughts were elsewhere. I was literally doing a playback of my entire college life. I was focusing on important things, little things, basically everything my little brain could squeeze in. And sometimes, when you don't go dig out memories, you think that they're gone but when you try hard enough you still can visualize vividly numerous scenes that once flashed before your very eyes. Truly, I went home feeling revived, feeling happier after an extremely hectic week at work, I felt light.
Saturday
I'd one of the most utilized Saturdays of recent times.
Morning, I hauled my tired body back to where I left 10hrs ago. The turnout was a little short of perfect. We had Kaiwei and Nazhar back with us, who both were on long term MC. Very soon we will be able to form a 11-side soccer team. Anyway, had a ferocious session of soccering and subjecting ourselves to the glare of the sunshine. We played like hours under the blazing heat, like 300 Spartans under the constant harassment of countless Persians, the sun just bore upon us like there wasn't another day for it to show its glory. Brave men we were, but we were unable to counter the divine powers. An hour after midday, our soul succumbed.
We went our separate ways after soccer, surprisingly. The skater trio went to indulge in expensive wants, while biao and CJ accompanied me home. The rest went elsewhere where I didn't bother finding out. Symptoms were showing we were suffering from the effects of overexposure when biao and I got a headache. We swallowed panadol and then biao knocked out on my bed. CJ and I explored ways to keep creeps in mazes.
The guys finally reunited in the evening. This time, the attendance of the girls was extremely impressive. You can see the happy faces on us guys as we say so many girls turning up. It's been long since we'd such a proper outing. So we've Jacq to think for making it possible, just because we celebrated her birthday. We forgo our usually dining spots and headed to Sketchers @ Robinson Walk. Nice place, nice ambience, nice TV. However, the only glitch of a perfect night turned out to be the very TV we were staring at. Arsenal 'B' got whacked 4 - 1 by robocrouch. I wanted to cry. But hell, it's such a great day to be allowed trivials to spoil my mood.
Attempting unglam shots of winnie, unfortunately not.
One family...united
After dinner, we did what I did best - walking. We walked from Mohd Sultan to Clarke Quay then to City Hall. Actually the original plan was just to find some café or some sort of place where we can all chill. But in the end it didn’t materialize due to the fact that our group was exceedingly huge (I’m not complaining) – we just carried on walking and walking, till it was time to part. A portion of us stayed till our last transport (ok actually I missed it), while the rest had an early night. Despite several attempts, wiNs and I decided to give it a miss and take photo another time =D
On the way home, I had one of the most in-depth chats with Carol. It’s been like ages since we ever talked the way we did, full transparency, total honesty, very…naked. It was nothing productive, but it was the way we talked that was more significant, the way conversations had always been between us, especially the frequent trips home together. It felt strange, because after like 2 years I didn’t think we still could connect, and even so, manage anything more than superficial uttering and polite replies. Yet, nothing I thought was true. It was just as natural as crying is to babies. Some things cannot withstand the test of time. Others cannot resist the lure of eternity.
Sunday
It was a day where my body and soul rested. Where I withdrew to the depths of my sanctuary and recover, where I allow myself to heal with love and giving, where I sought comfort in mundane stuff and simple meals. This is what Sundays are meant for anyway. When the cheers fade and the dust settles from the Saturdays celebrations, exertions are made up for. The individual is physically and mentally renewed, ready for the upcoming challenges the new week will present.
Cheesy it may sound, but I still miss every single minute that all of us spent together in the years our paths coincided. When I look back on everything, I still smile to myself and tell myself that was the best 2 years of my eighteen. That I did everything I did wrong in the past 16 years, and had everything I didn't have before. I feel heartened that the memories between us all will forever be embedded in me, deep inside, somewhere between the heart and the mind. I take comfort that in the short life that I've led so far, I have met several individuals whom I can lay claim as friends for the rest of my journey ahead. People who may not be there at every moment, but who will suspend their time and extend their warm hands and hearts when I genuinely need them...when it truly mattered.
you were loved at
1:45 am
