i was at harbourfront center working todae when my secondary friend came to visit me.

he wasnt in his best condition as usual. looking haggard and shagged. but he came so i was like so fucking freaking touched. imagine travelling all the way and being alone at harbourfront. how would you feel man? i had worked at the worse place, namely jurong island. its terrible i tell you.

so when a familiar face came. i was like. wao.
he came for awhile and went to meet his girl.

oh well. he certainly taught me what true love is.
accepting whatever she was. whatever stuffs tat happened to her. whatever stuffs that happened in her past. or whatever tats related to her. the everything abt her.
he even taught me physical appearances actualie meant nothing to him.
and how importance is exactly just on the heart.

at this pt of time, he made me realise he had really grown up.
though we still had those fair share of throwing punches at one another in the train cabin.
not to mention our "malcom in the middle" game.

-.-