Big Fish Small Fish

Been having dinner out everyday for past 4-5 days? Or rather out every evening... these outings/gatherings/catching up sessions are burning a considerable sized hole in my pocket.

Anyway, went to this rather nice place at siglap called "Big Fish" for dinner. It serves grilled seafood and service wise is not bad. Of cos, this friend who had dinner with me never fails to embarrass me in front of the waitress. Anyone remembered the movie "Big Fish"?

This friend is leaving for work overseas. This time it's dubai. This marks another close friend, one who jio me for coffee, for supper, one's who always willing to offer a helping hand, one whom u can count on for sarcastic, but at the same time, u know u can always count on for a truthful response even if u din not ask for it..( for eg. when he sees u, the first thing he said was : "Eh, why you got so many pimples?" in stead of the regular niceties like "hi".. HAHA)

Haha, the kind of rare friend whom you know always go that extra mile for friendship. It seems more and more of my emotional support are heading miles away from me. They are now spanned across europe, asia pacific and now.. middle east.

Maybe singapore is indeed too small a place for all of us to stay and progress. I wondered how these close friends of mine will adapt to their new surroundings. If they will come back changed, or will i change drastically when they return. My soon to be-"dubaian" friend joked that years after he come back, i will prob not recognize him on the street.

Guess i'm just feeling alit pensive thinking of how i will miss those spontaneous coffee sessions. Cos this friend is someone who just pop a sms to see if i'm free to go lim kopi and vice versa. That's the good thing of having a friend living relatively close-by. A friend who dont mind last minute outing, dont mind hanging out late, a friend who's always bound to have a vehicle at hand. It's amazing, i think i have seen him and joined him/ with our friends in a bike, a car, a van, a pick up and a lorry!

A friend whom we shared chionging sessions, have our mutual chionging friends, who is always spotted on either drunk or high ocassions. A highly sporting guy who's not afraid to show his horrendous moves as he grooves to the music, who's not afraid of other people's comments, who's never afraid of being too loud or too crude(haha).

We had our group outings and those outings were always filled with fun and laughter. Those dosages of sarcasm and suannings which used to be a constant nagging will soon translate to lingering sounds at the back of my mind.

A guy who'll always be remembered for his cleaning fetish. His lime-green vacuum cleaner never fails to flash across as i think back on those hostel days. Him and his roomie, mr OTT whom, always ready for a friendly greeting as they walked past our room. Me and roomie elaine, on our part always ready to take advantage of them as they walked past our room to cook at the pantry. Yummy food.

Thinking back, the days of doing lab reports, or rather compiling paraphrasing lab reports as we laughed over nonsensical stuffs seem so yesterday as we struggled through the papers. Mugging in the tutorial room, struggling even when the light is cut off, only to rely upon the OHP lighting. Haha, the few of us were so united. We had a few in our gang who were excellent in computing and grahpics. Gurus' i call them. And we stayed to asked questions, to do examples as we braved through the nights as they coached us.

Memories memories memories.

Mr Murf, wishing ya all the best at work as u carve a niche for urself in the next few years, Know you will miss your family, ur beloved Miss K and your gang of friends. Be Strong!Take good care!Hmm.. i did enjoy myself as a freshman. Now, what's my class name? Was there such thing as a class list? Hmm...