what uncle mike taught me.

saw jh ysd at dinner. it's amazing how, despite all of us not meeting up for such a long time, that we could still converse with ease. (we all live and/or study within a 2km radius, but we hardly have time to meet up.)

remember the time we went to japan and this whole name calling thing started in the bus, which really pissed me off. because it appeared divisive for some reason which i dont remember now.

we had a scolding session by the coach-uncle mike- that night after dinner lasting about 30 minutes. that night, floor 12 of the hotel was silent. the hotel staff and manager need not come up to warn us of kicking us out of the hotel due to the noise we've created.

but all 5 of us were back to being friends again as we were queued to check in our baggage at narita the next day.

that very long 12 hours taught me one thing: it takes so much more to hate someone, than to be hated.

so who have you hated today? and it is worth it, considering the amount of energy and time it's going to sap you of?

it was a very childish fight, but we all matured that night. because after then on, whatever happened during competition was all in fairplay. we shook hands at the end of the day, had our dinner and continued where we left off before competition.

now that's friendship.. if you don't already know.