times of the past

the guys have spoken, maybe i should too..

i find that this blog's turning into an avenue of reminiscense, which isn't a bad thing really. in fact, its great. it should be. really miss those times of the past. and after yesterday meeting with ian greg and cai (SHAUN WHERE ARE YOU ?), i find that i really really miss those days of yesteryear. sorry for being the THIRD post to whine/sob/lament about this but its true, true. but i'm so glad theres still this blog going along, surviving all tribulations, and welcoming newer, fresher, better things to come.

i'm a person who looks to the future. i love looking forward to things, fun things, albeit unexpected, i still look forward to that. however, the past 2 years have been a terror. this past year in particular. bad things come together, they say. i second that. the only things keeping me together are my true friends, my faith and of course, my mom.

you used to think that having a huge circle of friends was "cool", saying hi to everyone, going for parties, getting invites to birthdays, knowing whos who of whats what. ah shit. what nonsense. like it or not, when shit happens, only your true friends will stick by you. no one else. no, not the happening party dude whom you used to challenge mugs of beer over. no, not the muscular rugby player whom you used to think would introduce you to more cool friends. no, not the seemingly good girl friends whom you used to talk to but are now overseas and busy with older, richer, more good-looking guys (oh there're hordes of examples, ok maybe legions). yeh, i was deluded, i was wrong.

nothing matters to me more than having a good bunch of loyalist friends. i've had 2 gfs in the past 4 years, but the group of guys remain the same. doesn't that say a lot ? sorry peeps, but i don't really enjoy clubbing and huge crowds and meeting new pretty people, making small talk anymore. i'm just sick of that. give me a one-on-one conversation with a kind soul, or just a supper in eunos with the dota gang, anytime.

nothing matters anymore.