Avenue Odd

The café, truly a great place to appreciate what one has, what one had, and perhaps, what one might have.

Today, seated obliquely before me, were four secondary school girls who were, like myself, in academic pursuit. Much like myself, they are failing miserably. However, their failing miserably meant they were chattering on and on about just about anything that came to their mind. Boys, in-school gossip, the latest hand phones (actually its just THE latest hand phone, the iPhone from Apple, it has finally hit our humble shores and taken the island's Applemaniacs by storm, personally i don't quite see what's the deal with it though :X ...maniacs), the range of topics they covered in my four hours here probably had more coverage than The Herald Tribune International. Oh and did i mention.. boys?

The endless chatter regarding certain lucky bloke by the name of Shawn (yes i caught that much) was just that, endless. In the midst of going gaga, they flipped their geography textbooks, it eludes me how one studies that way.. Perhaps women have it easy like that?

I couldn't help but think back on my own secondary school days. In my school, we were lucky enough to have a beautiful lake in the compound. As much as it was a waste of space, it was a cultural icon of sorts, and it provided for a suitably soothing ambience to study. It was also conducive for idle chatter. Once in a while, a gust of wind will pass by and sweep away some of our notes into the lake. The following panic was always concluded with a friend offering his/her notes to photocopy, since, well it IS a lake and paper kinda gets ruined by water.

Ah yes, friends. The innocence of friendship at that age was priceless. Though i am here alone, here's a silent thankyou from me to all the people who had made any kind of impact in my life.

I am happy for you, girls.