and so...

liverpool beat man utd 1-0, thanks to peter crouch.

anywayyy that's not the main point. i met up with joel again todayy. and as usual, our topics revolved around national service. he complained to me abt how rubbishy it is, how tough it is and all the things i've heard an umpteenth time. but i don't get bored listening to them and i don't find it meaningless listening to them, because i guess all these complaints will go a long way in helping him cope with all the agony everyone in tekong is suffering. and then i thought, two months later, when it's my turn, who will i turn to when i want to seek solace. Then, people, who used to tell me all the stories and experiences they had, now have newer stories to share with each other. And I will turn to no one to share my experiences with.

This is what friends are for, to share our experiences with, share our joys and sorrows and in this case, sufferings. When we do badly for examinations, we just need someone to complain about it, we need someone to listen to our excuses, and not expecting any rebuttals. When we face difficulty in studies or other things we do, we need someone to listen to our difficulties.

One day, when i was walking to school, i saw interesting sights, of people, of sceneries. Then i wished there was someone whom i can tell about these sightings. As i flipped open my phone, and flipped through the phonebook, i realized there was no one to share with. So i closed my phone, and enjoyed by myself selfishly.

However insignificant these sightings or experiences may seem to be, if we could tell them to someone, it'll carry out a role that is irreplacable by anything. it forms part of the kizuna we have between each other. it gives us what connects friends, what differentiates friends from acquaintances. When there's no one around you to listen to your difficulties, it gets harder to get over with them.

When you run alone, you feel the emptiness, you realize that there's no one by your side to suffer with you, both physically and mentally. Giving up seems to be an option, and you will give up eventually. When you know that there's someone to complain to after your run, you push yourself harder, and you exceed what you thought you can do. That is the power of mental support, the power of camaraderie.

and so, nobody knows what will happen in the future, and the only thing we can do now is to predict, and wait to see if our guess was correct.