"So long as we are loved by others
I should say that
we are almost indispensable;
and no man is useless
while he has a friend."
-Robert Louis Stevenson-
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"I used to sit up there, you know," her friend said as she pointed towards the top of the stairs.
"There? I didn't even know the stairs led to anywhere," she exclaimed, staring at where her friend pointed with amazement. "You mean to tell me, you always sit there alone?"
"Yeah, I like that place. No one ever goes there, so it's the perfect hideout," her friend replied with a shrug, before taking another bite out of her waffle.
They were taking five from their studies since her friend was hungry. She accompanied her friend to the hawker centre across the road where her friend bought a waffle, filled with delicious thick chocolate. Thereafter, they made their way back to school, and ended up there, at the staircase.
"But don't you have friends you hang out with?" she enquired, saddened that her friend could feel so isolated.
"I have lots of friends. Guess none are just really close to me," her friend said as she walked up the stairs.
She followed and sat next to her friend. They lapsed into silence as they sat there, staring out the window into the opposite block.
"Does any of your friends know about this place?" she turned suddenly, interupting the silence.
"Nope," her friend said, and took another bite.
"Okay," and she turned back to the window.
That's the biggest irony of life. Friends may be abundant, but who can say all are true to you? The more friends you have, the more distant you will be from your friends. There are so many different kinds of friends, all there for a purpose.
Some friends are nice to talk to, you can talk to them 24/7 and yet still not feel tired of them, but they will just remain as that. Friends that are nice to talk to.
Some friends are not really close to you, but once in awhile, they will be there for you to pour your sorrows into. They'll just sit there and listen, occasionally giving you some advice. After that, they'll feel distant to you again, but usually after these sessions, you know that you guys are closer.
Some friends are just hi-bye friends. You guys are only friends because you know each other. That's it.
Some friends are only your friends because their clique are not around. Once their clique returns, they'll flock back to them, but you guys will still talk, just not as much.
Some friends are only your friends because you have something beneficial to them. Once you are worthless, they'll be the first ones who leave your side. These are the fair-weathered friends, but they are still your friends.
Some friends are irritating. You wish you could just ask them to shut their trap, but you know you'll never do that. You wouldn't want to lose a friend.
Some friends are mean to you. They tease, and jeer at you, but deep down, they actually care for you alot.
Some friends you meet only once in awhile, yet you feel closer to them than to those you meet everyday.
Some friends are enjoyable as company. They make you laugh until you are in stitches. They kill the boredom out of everything, but you find it hard to be close to them. They are just that. Friends who are nice company.
Some friends seldom talk, but they know you inside out. You can sit with them for ages without uttering a word, but they'll know what you are thinking. They'll know how you are feeling.
Some friends are really nice. They do lots of things for you, and you will be thankful for such friends, but they are not the type of friends you bear your soul too. They are just nice friends to have.
Some friends are really close to you, where you can say anything under the sun to them, and yet they are still not angry at you. You may treat them like trash once in awhile during your mood swings, but they will still be there for you.
"Okay, i'm done! Let's go back now," her friend said as she stood up and beckoned her.
---------------
She was doing her work in the library when she felt as though she was being watched. She paused for awhile, and hesitated to continue, but then gave a shrug and blamed it on paranoia.
She wrote a sentence, when the feeling returned. She looked up and saw her friend watching her. Quickly, she returned her gaze to her work, and continued writing.
After 5 minutes, she still felt as though she was being watched. She looked up again. Her friend was watching her as she wrote.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" she asked, her curiosity aroused.
"I like being with you. You make me happy," her friend said, smiling.
A smile crawled onto her face.
"Just do you work," she said, once again returning to her work.
---------------
Everywhere else was pitched dark.
She looked up from her book and gazed at the clock.
3:00am.
She sighed. Why wasn't she feeling tired? She placed the book beside her bed and reached out to switch off the lamp. Immediately, she was plunged into darkness. It took her a few moments for her eyes to switch to night vision. Soon, the clock came into view again. She glanced towards her left. Only light sieved in from the street lamp outside. She closed her eyes.
She could feel herself sinking. She always knew when she would be sleeping. Soon, she would be dreaming. She was satisfied. Sleeping at last.
She sank further and further. Soon, she sensed something amiss. A dread started to build at the pit of her stomach. She knew what was going to happen.
She was still sinking. Literally. She could feel all her exhaustion leaving her as she sank into the peacefulness of sleep. The supposedly peacefulness. This time though, she knew she sank too far. All her senses started to leave her, leaving only her sub-conscience for company. She was awake. More than ever, but her body wasn't responding. She couldn't move. At all.
Her heart started racing as panick set in. She frantically tried to wake up. Struggling to open her eyes, but she could not. She knew she wasn't dreaming. She knew that she was in her room. She knew that it was 3 plus in the morning. Fear overwhelmed her. Wake up! she chided herself.
Perhaps she should just give in. So she relaxed. She felt as though she was sinking again. Further and further into the dark abyss. Then realisation dawned on her. She could not do that! She felt herself more and more detached from the world, the deeper she sank. What if she never ever woke up? Once again, the war against sleep was raged.
She felt like crying, felt like shouting out for help, but she knew she was like a piece of rock, not moving at all. With great effort, she tried to move, to wake up. It was futile. Her body just wouldn't respond.
At last! She moved, and her eyes flicked open. Her breaths came in puffs as she panted and breathed heavily. She glanced at the clock.
3:30 am.
She didn't want to sleep now, but she was exhausted. Tired. Scared. She had the sudden urge to run to her dad's room and snuggle up beside him. Nothing will happen to her there.
---------------
A sudden spasm of excrutiating pain shot up her leg and woke her from her sleep. Gosh! the pain was unbearable. She reached out and touched her calf. It only hurt even more when she touched it. She lay back against her bed, and told her legs to relax. Soon, the pain would be gone. Just bear with it for a little while, she told herself. It's nothing. Good thing it was only one leg this time. At least she could still move the other.
ARGH!!
---------------
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
-Eleanor Roosevelt-
I should say that
we are almost indispensable;
and no man is useless
while he has a friend."
-Robert Louis Stevenson-
---------------
"I used to sit up there, you know," her friend said as she pointed towards the top of the stairs.
"There? I didn't even know the stairs led to anywhere," she exclaimed, staring at where her friend pointed with amazement. "You mean to tell me, you always sit there alone?"
"Yeah, I like that place. No one ever goes there, so it's the perfect hideout," her friend replied with a shrug, before taking another bite out of her waffle.
They were taking five from their studies since her friend was hungry. She accompanied her friend to the hawker centre across the road where her friend bought a waffle, filled with delicious thick chocolate. Thereafter, they made their way back to school, and ended up there, at the staircase.
"But don't you have friends you hang out with?" she enquired, saddened that her friend could feel so isolated.
"I have lots of friends. Guess none are just really close to me," her friend said as she walked up the stairs.
She followed and sat next to her friend. They lapsed into silence as they sat there, staring out the window into the opposite block.
"Does any of your friends know about this place?" she turned suddenly, interupting the silence.
"Nope," her friend said, and took another bite.
"Okay," and she turned back to the window.
That's the biggest irony of life. Friends may be abundant, but who can say all are true to you? The more friends you have, the more distant you will be from your friends. There are so many different kinds of friends, all there for a purpose.
Some friends are nice to talk to, you can talk to them 24/7 and yet still not feel tired of them, but they will just remain as that. Friends that are nice to talk to.
Some friends are not really close to you, but once in awhile, they will be there for you to pour your sorrows into. They'll just sit there and listen, occasionally giving you some advice. After that, they'll feel distant to you again, but usually after these sessions, you know that you guys are closer.
Some friends are just hi-bye friends. You guys are only friends because you know each other. That's it.
Some friends are only your friends because their clique are not around. Once their clique returns, they'll flock back to them, but you guys will still talk, just not as much.
Some friends are only your friends because you have something beneficial to them. Once you are worthless, they'll be the first ones who leave your side. These are the fair-weathered friends, but they are still your friends.
Some friends are irritating. You wish you could just ask them to shut their trap, but you know you'll never do that. You wouldn't want to lose a friend.
Some friends are mean to you. They tease, and jeer at you, but deep down, they actually care for you alot.
Some friends you meet only once in awhile, yet you feel closer to them than to those you meet everyday.
Some friends are enjoyable as company. They make you laugh until you are in stitches. They kill the boredom out of everything, but you find it hard to be close to them. They are just that. Friends who are nice company.
Some friends seldom talk, but they know you inside out. You can sit with them for ages without uttering a word, but they'll know what you are thinking. They'll know how you are feeling.
Some friends are really nice. They do lots of things for you, and you will be thankful for such friends, but they are not the type of friends you bear your soul too. They are just nice friends to have.
Some friends are really close to you, where you can say anything under the sun to them, and yet they are still not angry at you. You may treat them like trash once in awhile during your mood swings, but they will still be there for you.
"Okay, i'm done! Let's go back now," her friend said as she stood up and beckoned her.
---------------
She was doing her work in the library when she felt as though she was being watched. She paused for awhile, and hesitated to continue, but then gave a shrug and blamed it on paranoia.
She wrote a sentence, when the feeling returned. She looked up and saw her friend watching her. Quickly, she returned her gaze to her work, and continued writing.
After 5 minutes, she still felt as though she was being watched. She looked up again. Her friend was watching her as she wrote.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" she asked, her curiosity aroused.
"I like being with you. You make me happy," her friend said, smiling.
A smile crawled onto her face.
"Just do you work," she said, once again returning to her work.
---------------
Everywhere else was pitched dark.
She looked up from her book and gazed at the clock.
3:00am.
She sighed. Why wasn't she feeling tired? She placed the book beside her bed and reached out to switch off the lamp. Immediately, she was plunged into darkness. It took her a few moments for her eyes to switch to night vision. Soon, the clock came into view again. She glanced towards her left. Only light sieved in from the street lamp outside. She closed her eyes.
She could feel herself sinking. She always knew when she would be sleeping. Soon, she would be dreaming. She was satisfied. Sleeping at last.
She sank further and further. Soon, she sensed something amiss. A dread started to build at the pit of her stomach. She knew what was going to happen.
She was still sinking. Literally. She could feel all her exhaustion leaving her as she sank into the peacefulness of sleep. The supposedly peacefulness. This time though, she knew she sank too far. All her senses started to leave her, leaving only her sub-conscience for company. She was awake. More than ever, but her body wasn't responding. She couldn't move. At all.
Her heart started racing as panick set in. She frantically tried to wake up. Struggling to open her eyes, but she could not. She knew she wasn't dreaming. She knew that she was in her room. She knew that it was 3 plus in the morning. Fear overwhelmed her. Wake up! she chided herself.
Perhaps she should just give in. So she relaxed. She felt as though she was sinking again. Further and further into the dark abyss. Then realisation dawned on her. She could not do that! She felt herself more and more detached from the world, the deeper she sank. What if she never ever woke up? Once again, the war against sleep was raged.
She felt like crying, felt like shouting out for help, but she knew she was like a piece of rock, not moving at all. With great effort, she tried to move, to wake up. It was futile. Her body just wouldn't respond.
At last! She moved, and her eyes flicked open. Her breaths came in puffs as she panted and breathed heavily. She glanced at the clock.
3:30 am.
She didn't want to sleep now, but she was exhausted. Tired. Scared. She had the sudden urge to run to her dad's room and snuggle up beside him. Nothing will happen to her there.
---------------
A sudden spasm of excrutiating pain shot up her leg and woke her from her sleep. Gosh! the pain was unbearable. She reached out and touched her calf. It only hurt even more when she touched it. She lay back against her bed, and told her legs to relax. Soon, the pain would be gone. Just bear with it for a little while, she told herself. It's nothing. Good thing it was only one leg this time. At least she could still move the other.
ARGH!!
---------------
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
-Eleanor Roosevelt-
The stars twinkled on Faith @ 9:43 AM::
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