Simply Charismatic

My Life

Just a blink of an eye, 21 years flashed past. No longer the boy who would run out of a kindergarten class for mommy. No longer the young pri school boy who would cry in the first day of school, wondering where momma was. There was also this little girl that i would always approach then. She was apparently the cutest girl then. as far as im concerned. 7 year old boy knows how to pao niu liao. HahA. Damn cool. That was exactly how i was like those times. I've made friends but few in between. Remember Yq, the neighbour, loud and mischievious, full of nonsense and pranks. Hao, the boy who has the exact same bag as I do. Those were like 14 years ago. Boys as we are, would almost get together everyday and play all we can. To continue anymore would be crazy. we've shared that much and i could probably come up with a novel for all that if i had been a good writer.


We remained in touch even until secondary school. Perhaps fate. However, boys as boys will never be like how girls are. We shared much, having fun, playing all we could but heart to heart, we've never really shared much. That's besides the point.

Army has came between all of us. I've found myself drifting apart from the rest. slowly but surely. But now that army life has turned out so much better for me, that fact remains. Simply because they don't enjoy that luxury i do, albeit some of them do. I've came through 12 mths of training. I couldn't really apprehend toughness or hardship. It was just numbness all along. I've seen people trying to geng. Some came up with suicidal thoughts. One even had depression out of nowhere. I still remember my days where almost every single person in my bunk were attached. Oh yea sometimes i wish there would be that special someone to carry me through all these shiets that we were practically forced to go through. So has the boy turned into a man? To me, hardly.

So what is love. i don understand and probably never will. It just flashes past and goes by like nothing ever happened. Why do people still yearn to be loved when they practically had been hurt a million times before. Just how powerful is love truly is.?

Friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life.
To have a friend is a blessing. To be a friend is a honor. Yet as friends, we are typically relegated to standby status in one another's lifes. We do our best to connect when one of us has something significant to celebrate or commiserate. Otherwise, though, we tend to squeeze each other into whatever slots are left over after the other people and responsibilities in our lives get thier share.

Amazingly, our friends understand. They patiently wait their turn and graciously accept whatever time and attention we give them. They're always there when we need them, and they forgive us when we're slow to recognize thier needs. Such is the nature of friendship --- true friendship

posted by Cloud @ 12:40 PM