Friday, October 15, 2004
Oh. The TV came today. It was fine at first. But we had to put it aside because the TV cupboard was not ready yet. My father and i spent the whole day fixing the silver cupboard we bought from IKEA. Stupid IKEA. Why muz they distangled all the pieces? We are the ones who have to fix it all. I cant read manuals; i'm poor at this stuff. My father? He depends on me, and i depend on the stupid instruction-less manual. The whole living room was in a mess with screwdrivers flying here and there. Finally, after some major struggling, the cupboard can finally stand on its own. Phew.
Another problem now. The TV's not working. Darn. The pictures were wavering and not clear at all. Ive called and talked to the salesman, but apparently its not any of the TV's fault. Its the cable's fault. Ahh.
Wateva. Waiting for my bro to come back and checked it himself. Anyway, juz now while i was surfing net, i came across a wonderful poem about Friendship. Wanna share it here. Makes me think about a lot of stuff. Read it below...
Friendship is a Strange Thing
It is by chance we met, by choice we became friends...
Friendship is a strange thing....
we find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives...
things we don't even share with our families who raised us...
But what is a friend? A confidant? A lover? A fellow email junkie?
A shoulder to cry on? an ear to listen? a heart to feel?...
A friend is all these things...
and more. No matter where we met, ....
I call you friend. A word so small...yet so large in feeling...
a word filled with emotion.
It is true great things come in small packages.
Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed...
it is a constant book always written...
waiting to be read... and enjoyed.
We may have our disagreements...
we may argue... we may concern one another...
friendship is a unique bond that lasts through it all....
A part of me is put into my friends...
some it is my humor...
some it is my listening ear...
some it is real life experiences...
some it is my romanticism...
but with all, it is friendship.
Friendships forged are a construct stronger
than steel built as a foundation...
necessary for life...
and necessary for love.
Friends...you and me...
you brought another friend..
and then there were 3...
we started our group...
Our circle of friends...
and like that circle...
there is no beginning or end...
A nice poem indeed. Felt touched by the words. Somehow it makes me realise that i missed my friends a lot. My cliques.
See ya guys soon. Tata...
