Beautiful Sunday

I sort of recalled some love stories, it would always start with "On a beautiful Sunday..." But today is not beautiful at all, it has been pouring rain since 5am, holy shit! Erm... maybe for those who loves rain, maybe it's beautiful to them.

Anyway, I met up with an old schoolmate of mine, upon counting, we had not seen each other for about 5 years, excluding the occasional bumps in Northpoint which happens once every 2 years or 3 (so the probability of bumping a friend living in the same area is that slim). It was really nice to catch up with him, talked about the past, got to know what happening to other classmates etc. I just realised, he wasn't what I thought in the past, I guessed it could be because in the past, I never really try to understand my friends. Hmm... I think I bloom rather late then. Friendship isn't as simple we had thought as we grow older. At my age, we already see things differently, during our conversation, we touched a lot on fufilling our goals, knowing what to do, what we want, and how unexpectedly life had turned out for us quite differently as compared to what we had thought when we were in secondary. In secondary, it was more or less a life journey starting, to what we want in life later. So people choose to go JC if they want to pursue a degree later, or people go poly if they felt that they are just not the study-type. We thought life was planned this way, JC must go Uni, die die no matter what, then people who went poly surely will be either working or study, which didn't occure to many of us. As we chatted, we realise many of us were not following the planned thing. Like those from 4/4 (the supposed best class in secondary), after JC, many of them went to pursue a diploma in therapy in NYP. As for my class, the combination we took at that time wasn't really meant to let us go JC, but for those who still went on to take A'level, few of them did not do as well, from what I heard from him. It seems that those who went poly ended better than them. I'm not trying to compare that going poly is better for those who can't make it, but more or less, sometimes it's not really good to work against the society's norm, but I think, everything just happen for a reason and there's no explanation. Most importantly, is how we will pass through these obstacles.

Just like I had expected him to go Uni, he rejected the offer and became a track and field coach instead. At least he knew what he is doing and doesn't feel that he is missing out anything. He felt that there was no need to have a degree as backup if he knew what he wanted to do and he will succeed. I "cursed" him even if he failed at least he would not regret, which immediately I added a "Touchwood! Touchwood!". I'm not belittling his potential and of course I do not want him to fail, I admire his faith, but I'm just not good in words and that was a good example on how I am bad in encouraging peopl, ha ha. What I mean is he had followed his dream, and if it turns out to be a bad dream after all, at least he had enjoyed what he likes.

It was still raining when I was supposed to go out, usually I would just cancel the appointment with my friends, but this time it was an exception coz firstly, we were meeting in our neighbourhood and secondly, it's been so long since we last met, very rude and insincere to cancel it just because of the rain. Mum was like discouraging me to go, but when she knew I was meeting a guy, she said, "Go lah! Go lah!". Come on, I'm only 22, is there such a hurry to get me attached? When I came back home, she asked where he lived. I replied XXX block number, very near us and she joked, "Good, next time walk there can liao." (She mean when the groom went to fetch the bride and return back, duhz!!!) Oh man! Just a normal guy fren and she think so much into it. Like what my horoscope says today, "有缘千里来相会, 无缘对面不相见, 随缘吧!"