I quote a good friend of mine, "Most things start with a brilliant burst of passion. The fire sputters to nothingness eventually. I have yet to see anything to the contrary. Passion dies, enthusiasm vanishes, conviction wavers. It costs nothing to start something. It costs everything to keep it going."
According to my friend, this blog, just like anything else, the world, the sun, the exam, everything will have an end. I would like to think otherwise. Some things will remain forever, especially the more important "things".
It is only natural that we have drifted apart, all of us busy in our own ways, in our own little world. I have not seen most of you for years, a few i called months ago, 1 i just chatted online with.
Believe me when I say that I haven't forgotten all of you. How can I forget? When I walk past a recycling bin, I'm reminded of our pointless 5K Moral Project. When I enter a science lab, I remember the rush of rushing PEKA reports and faking results to get a graph yang seimbang. When I'm doing my homework, I'm reminded of how blessed I am now, "how come nobody copying my work now?" =p I kind of miss those times.
The foot print marks on the back of the class wall, some people who love to express their artistic talents on my desk, the laughter and chatter between classes, the "oh no, i'm late for kimia class feeling" that we have once in a while, the time we almost won the post-exam activities, cheering for our basketball team that didn't win (is this right?), the time i thought i had an all-star team of physics lab partners but all our experiments went horribly wrong, the game you people used to play (shout daniel, and see which daniel responds? the handsome one or the smart one) D.C.J.NERD is the smart one.
I could go on and on. The memories never leave us. Until we meet again, I'll store and treasure these experiences. Now and then, I'll open up the box, and reminiscent. I can't wait to tell you people of the new things that I've learned. The memories never leave us. They are waiting. When we meet again, and the memories come rushing back, we'll know for sure that friendship never dies. For we never really "lose touch" with our friends, we were just busy.
Everything has a cost. What did this 5K friendship cost me? 10 minutes of my sleep typing this, for starters.
Pardon my rambling.
Your friend who wishes to remind you that he's not thaaat lame,
Daniel Wang
