Saturday, August 14, 2010

Isn't it amusing that human nature, something intangible, could be described using objects?

An example would be a chain, an iron chain..
what would you think of? Restriction? Lack of freedom? or maybe something like a bond? a bond like friendship?

A few weeks ago, i met up with Mich and ZW at Plaza Sing. ZW, whom i have never contacted or had any interaction for the past few months. Put us together... and an awkward silence descended upon us. Perhaps its simply not knowing how to start the conversation, maybe its the lack of confidence. But i felt like I trying to converse with a stranger. ZW, whom i knew since about 4 years ago.

We were both shy. We just stared occasionally at each other.
I browsed through my mind, it took some warming up, both of us, but we eventually chatted. Throw in a funny sarcastic comment or two, plus a little element of surprise and a third party (Mich) and its a conversation.

so let the chain signify the bond between us and some oil represent a conversation.
An iron chain without a layer of oil as protection easily oxidizes and corrodes.
The relationship between two parties must be maintained with interactions.

So i told myself, i should at least try to make some form of interaction, be it an SMS or MSN or by blog or by a note, so that such a bond will last.

you might say that a bond of friendship is everlasting, or at least, built to withstand the weather.
You just might not notice how fragile it is.

It's been 4 and a half years since i spoke to my best friend of primary school. I still fondly remember the times we used to queue up in the school library after school just to use the computers to play, or run around the school blocks, pretending to be omnipotent superheroes, laughing at each other's jokes, trying to act mature..
he stood up for me, many times when i was bullied. we were punished for our antics and stood along the school corridor together.
we feared disciplinary teachers, we made fun of girls and tried to tease them and ended up punished by teachers again.
It was only during the last day of school, the day where we had our choice of secondary school confirmed did i feel like my stomach turned itself inside out, i felt sad that we were leaving.
I wrote his number on a note, i wrote it in the traditional blue ink pen. We left the school gate, we said goodbye.
Over the next few months after that, i was reluctant to call him. Feeling that doing so was foolish and embarassing. I called eventually, but only once and not anymore. I eventually lost the note, but i was too busy with my new life to even care. New stuff just patched over the old.
I lost the note, I lost contact and the chain just rusted over and disintegrated.
"He went to a secondary school in Pasir Ris and we had fun times together", thats all i remember.

sometimes i wished i had done more to keep in contact. have since tried to look for his email, facebook or anything related. But there is no lead.

hope he's living well.


Anyways, I just sent SMSes to ZW a few days ago. Seems that ZW is stalked by girls. WOOt haha. He asks if I'm jealous, haha. Of course larr..... enjoy the attention while you still can. Seems that we'll meet up soon again, with Mich and anyone who joins in for a gathering.


so don't let that iron chain rust, pour oil on to it. 加油哦




Oh, you want to now the name of my primary school best friend?
His name is Tan Zhen Wei.











signing off.

Call Of The Wild at 11:41 PM