An afternoon of blog reading

I dedicated the afternoon to reading my fren's blog. And it brought back nice memories of our friendship...Sha-sha asked why do people write in blogs... I think sometimes it's this inner desire to be understood without having to verbalise it all.

Well, perhaps besides the preserving of memories, another benefit of the idea of a blog is that it gives you a glimpse of how well or how little you know the person. If it's the latter, the awareness allows you to try be a better friend. What do you think?

Anyway, 2 of the entries that I would like to immortalise

13 July 2003 (my fren's 21st birthday)
Shujun was the first to reach on Wednesday. We were supposed to go suntanning but I wanted to finish my Mac hotcakes, hence, in the end, we only reached the pool at 12pm. I was reminded of the crazy times we shared, particularly after an hour of tanning (or should I say roasting?!) at mid-noon. I remembered how we used to run to & fro Coronation Plaza for lunch during our 1hour break, how we spent an afternoon roaming through Katong & Geylang looking for nice eateries, how we flew down to Little India at late night (after training!) to look for Saris, how we bought a tub of ice cream from NTUC and sat at Hwa Chong canteen stuffing ourselves with calories; Yes, we finished every bit of it by ourselves!


31 Dec 2003 (Countdown party at Sentosa, think we went with 2 other friends, one of which was an acquaintance I havent met since sec sch, it's a small world so don't do bad things...ha)

Surprisingly, a number of people are considering to go Sentosa. Uh well.. I went last year. It was so sucky. Really bad. Even though my company of friends were great!! Music was so soft, so slow. There were fathers & mothers with kids?! It's was so family-like. Jene and I were ultra disappointed that night. It was a far cry from the Sentosa beach party we attended in 1999.. hee.. That was the only time we danced till sunrise. And it was such a cold morning too. We were shivering from head to toes by the time we were on our way home. *shivers*


Lastly, I saw this story - Heart wrenching I say.


Tree and squirrel

An old man returned to his childhood home.

He saw the old apple tree, standing frail by the house.

There were no apples. The tree had dried up, long ago.

The tree had no nutrients, that would make it grow, make it flourish.



When it was a fresh, young tree, it made a lot of friends.

Birds flocked to the tree and sang to the tree.

Many little creatures liked to gather round the tree.

Of them all, the tree loved the little squirrel the most.



The little squirrel lived in the tree.

It loved the tree too and took care of the tree.

It removed any weeds clinging onto the trunks.

The tree gave the squirrel lots of apples.



In spring, the squirrel brushed the snow off its leaves.

When summer came, the tree helped the squirrel to climb to its top and enjoyed the breeze.

As autumn falls, the tree & squirrel played games.

In winter, the tree protected the squirrel from the cold.



When the tree grew older, it was proud.

It was proud of its strong big branches, proud of its beautiful fan.

The tree started asking Mr. Rain to come more often.

It wanted to grow bigger and stronger.



The squirrel disliked Mr. Rain.

When rain came, it could not play and find nuts to eat.

It asked Tree not to invite Mr. Rain all the time.

When rain came, squirrel and Tree could not play together.



Tree said, “I want to grow bigger & stronger,

I want to give you a better home,

I want to give you a better view,

I want to give you more apples.”



The squirrel accepted the Tree’s words.

But it rained all day.

It rained so often.

It was so cold & miserable.



The rain was so heavy that Tree didn’t hear squirrel’s pleas

That the squirrel’s home was no longer warm, but wet & damp

That the squirrel could not sit on the tree top anymore

That the squirrel could not pluck apples to eat



All day long, the rain showered the tree

Amidst the thunderstorm

The rain hollered, the tree forgot

Neither could hear the little squirrel

Who cried of hunger and loneliness

And died of sadness with tears in its little eyes