The river of life

As his small raft floats down the creek, he passes the rocks and trees he had seen many times before. It seems like he has known this place all his life. This place was known as down the creek clearing, a place that someone went to everytime he lost control of his raft. As he approaches the utmost end of the clear sparkling water, he notices two familiar faces.

Kyle: (Sitting on his raft) Do I know those two guys?

He paddled further down the stream with his hands.

White haired man: Kyle? What are you doing here this time of year?

Man in a white robe: Haven't seen you in a while. What brings you down here this time?

Kyle: Oh its you guys. Hope and Faith. Nice to see you guys again. I'm sure you already know by now.

Faith: Yes but I was just checking.

Kyle: I don't think I'll be here very long though. My friends are waiting upstream for me. I hope.

Hope: You called?

Kyle: I said I hope my friends are waiting for me.

Hope: Well of course they are. Just ask Faith

Faith: That's right. You're must have faith in your friends Kyle. No matter how rocky the road has been recently, you must believe that friendship can't be destroyed that easily.

Kyle: I...

Hope: Yes, yes, you hope everything will be the same as before. What do you think I'm here for.

Kyle: I just don't want anything to change.

Faith: Well then it's up to you to keep it that way.

Kyle: I know, I know. Hey, how come Despondance and Regret aren't around?

Hope: Apparently they decided to sit this episode out.

Faith: You don't feel them do you Kyle?

Kyle: Surprisingly not much. A little bit of regret, thats all.

Hope:(pats Kyle on the back) Don't be flustered my friend. Everything will be alright in the end.

Kyle: And if it's not?

Faith: Well then it's not the end. Remember that Kyle. Thats what keeps us alive in you.

The sun filtered through the trees and gave the water a reflective quality to it.

Kyle: (Looks into his reflection) Geez is that how I always look?

Faith: It's how you choose to look.

Kyle: I don't get it

Hope: When was the last time you smiled a true smile?

Kyle: Recently? But why do I have this look of loss on my face.

Faith: Because you always think that you're gonna lose.

Hope: He's right. For goodness sake cheer up sometimes! You think too much and that's what provokes those feelings.

Faith: You always prepare for the worst possible outcome. Why don't you try aiming for the best?

Hope: Yes, just look at us, Hope and Faith are of such minute amount in you that we're getting white hair already. And we're the same age as you!

Kyle: Oh...I'm really sorry.

Hope: Don't be sorry. Just give us more time and we'll gain back our past strength like before.

Kyle: So if I'm not such a pessimistic bum, you guys won't be old and frail?

Faith: Precisely!

Kyle: Great!

Hope: You're still young Kyle. But you act as if you' e having a midlife crisis.

Faith: Go out and be a teenager. While you still can.

Kyle: I'm planning to do that. Just need a little rest is all.

Hope: Your self induced sadness has really hindered your creativity.

Faith: (Holds up a stack of paper) Remember these poems and stories?

Kyle: (Takes them from his hand) Number 6, Raedric Moon, War of the schools, The Barpanti's order, Rosewater. These are all the pieces I wrote a while ago.

Faith: Yes. Some are left unfinished.

Kyle: I know

Hope: And it's because of your own crazy mind that these pieces will never make it past your computer.

Kyle: You're right...Maybe I need to stop dwelling in the pits of Despondance.

Faith: You'd better stop. He could sue you for tresspassing.

Kyle: Hahaha.

Hope: Put aside all this "F*** the world" and "Nobody cares for me anymore" stuff and become the Kyle that everyone loves. You're not meant to tag up with depression. You're a boy of passion, faith and hope.

Kyle: That's right! I am! Oh by the way, where is passion?

Faith: Uhh...she kinda got stuck on the emotion Highway. But she should be by to guide you later upstream.

Kyle: Thats great to hear.

Hope: Now, tell us that you're not going to live the life of a suicidal. Tell us that you're going to be the Kyle we knew before!

Kyle: (Hits his chest) I will not any longer be plagued by my internal hurt. I shall not dwell in self regret. I cannot spoil my friend's attitudes just because mine sucks! I am Kyle Andrew Ganapathy and from now on, I'm going to make things right.

Faith: (To Hope) It's good to seem him like this ain't it.

Hope: He's beginning the revival of his indomitable spirit.

Kyle: (Tears off the bandage around his heart and wipes off the FTW on his arm) The sun is shining. That's odd. Usually when I'm here, it rains.

Hope: It can only mean good things. The sun will lead you to your friends.

Faith: It was a sad sight last year when we almost lost you to Depression and Despondance. They would have ultimately lead you to Death.

Kyle: Well that's not gonna happen anymore. Not with my friends alongside me and with you guys, I'm gonna be unbreakable.

Hope: That's what we hope.

Faith:Well its a nice sunny day here. And that is very rare. How bout a spot of tea?

Kyle: Can't do that my man, I have to go.

Faith:What? So soon? Aren't you gonna wait for Passion?

Kyle: She'll catch up, she's a fast paddler.

Hope: So you're leaving now?

Kyle: (Starts paddling off) Yeah why not? My friends are probably looking for me.

Faith: Hey wait! Remember Kyle, The game that can't be won, can't be played.

Kyle: I know Faith! You've told me that many times. Thanks alot!

Hope: Hey Kyle!

Kyle: Yeah?

Hope: You'll need this. (Throws him a wooden oar)

Kyle:(Catches it) Thanks. I'll never forget you guys.

The sun continued to shine majestically in the morning sky as Kyle paddled up the river. Before long, he was out of sight.

Hope: He'll be back some day.

Faith: Not for a very long time though. Tea for you my good man?

Hope: Certainly.

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Kyle: (Paddling) I'm coming back. Back to you my friends. No more depression. No more sadness. No more of these sinful things. I'm coming. Please say you'll be waiting for me. Please tell me that everything will be the same. Please be there. Please?

The weekend has arrived

Well it's about freakin time the weekend got here. I think I got cut several times this week. First was when I was carving some wood and got at least 3 cuts on my left hand. Then at KFC when we were studying, a mechanical pencil jabbed me. Then at DnT the same day, a screwdriver and a hacksaw left two more marks on my left. And today, when Joshua and I were punching each other, his fingernail tore off some skin on two fingers of my right hand. Can't I go through a day without getting injured in some way? Before that, both me and Josh kept getting splinters when we fought with sticks. Oh well. Just finished tuition a while ago. I seem to be improving in maths. Well hopefully. Still as bad as ever in application. But hey, you can't change a guys IQ can you? And so as usual, I'm stuck with nothing to say...Lemme see if I missed out any points. Uhhh...well we played soccer for a bit today. Shawn Spruyt scored a goal from a goalkick. Now thats cool. Hmm...oh and today as usual, Josh and I were sumo style wrestling throughout the free periods. We both fell on a chair. Thanks alot Josh. But it's always fun to have such a lively class. As expected, we sang happy birthday to the relief teacher. It's become like a tradition. It's a funny moment when everyone claps their hands and sings along. Reminds me of my childhood days. Our class is totally whacked. Can you imagine 16 year olds anywhere else doing the same things we are doing? I mean today during CLB, Joshua was chasing me around the class before the lesson began. I jumped onto the teacher's table and it was already flimsy. It started to creak and stuff so Josh said, "Kyle get off you'll fall!" So i got off and was greeted by a fresh punch from him. Talk about care and concern. And like yesterday when Russel was holding the Hydrochloric acid bottle by the cap. Samuel told him, "Russel, put it down it's gonna fall." And 3 seconds later, guess what happened? The bottle broke in half and there was acid everywhere. Sujinder was setting fire to the methyl orange and Joshua was putting zinc on his burning splint. Everyone probably forgot what the lesson was in the first place. Childish cannot describe us either. Darren was sleeping coz he was sick and wanted to keep the back door open for some air. But David kept closing it everytime he pushed it open. So finally he decided to get up and push it all the way to the magnetic catch. Then David stuck his hands in between the hinges trying to make it budge but was obviously unsuccessful. And eventually he got up off his chair during a lesson and walked out of class just to close the door again. Geez. Wei Jie just adds to our craziness. Today we were supposed to read something out of our English 5 year series but it was a free period. Wei Jie didn't bring his book so he walked over to Samuel and asked, "Can I borrow your 10 year series?" and Samuel replied, "I don't have one" He walked away and stood still for a second. Then it hit him and he came back, "Can I borrow your 5 year series." At this point, Samuel was clearly listening to his Ipod and sitting in an aisleway, not doing any work . So he said, " No i'm using it." Then Wei Jie said "Okay." and walked back to his place. God. He's sometimes blur beyond my comprehension. When he was walking back, Shane kept saying ,"F****er" in a voice that mocked Sujinder's. I think he said it like 12 times maybe? Wow theres alot to write about my class. Well that's at least one part of my life that's interesting. Well, I pretty much covered the unbleak stuff that happened this week. And to say the least, my coverage sucks. Oh well. Hope this thing doesn't have a word limit or anything. Have a nice day.


-Kyle

The first broadcast

The other blog brought back too many bad memories. Didn't wanna have to go through the trouble of reading every single post as i deleted them so I just cut it off at the source. Guess it's easier that way. I'm sure all of you were sick of my depressing layout and music anyway. So was I. Didn't need something to remind me that i was feeling depressed. Well, i guess this skin is alot more neutral. Still has my lame essence rubbing off on it. The chatterbox is up too. Got a new colour to it. Slate if I'm not wrong. There have been multitudes of changes since the last time I wrote. Can't cover them all here though. That's okay. You don't really want to hear stories from the book of Kyle's boring school days. I guess the school has become alot more like a college campus because everyone stays back until at least 6 nowadays. You won't walk far without seeing a familiar face. I like this atmosphere. Today I left class early and took a long gaze throught the gap in between the science block and the canal. The sky was blue and the sun hit the white walls giving it a warm bright look. I knew this would be one of the last chances I get to appreciate this school before I myself become an ex-Patrician. Ex is such a depressing word. I hate it. I wish these days would never end. But before we know it, we'll be 18 and in the army. And after that we'll be working. And then maybe we'll have kids of our own who will complain of the same things. I don't know what the future holds anymore. But I do know that I don't want to be the type of middle aged man who gives young people the creeps or has the physique of a beer guzzler. To be honest I'd rather be in Japan having my head raked by a cheese grater. And that's probably where i'll be headed. If we ever part, I know I'm going to do my best to keep in touch with all of you whom I shared my school life with. I'll even send you front row tickets to my matches if you wanna come. Haha. If I leave, not a day will go by without me thinking, "I wonder how Samuel is doing" , "What could Joshua be working as?", "Has Nadia decided what she's gonna be?" or even "Is Wei Jie still as blur as he was 6 years ago?". I don't think i'll ever forget any of my good friends from this day till the day i pass on. Which will probably be somewhere along the lines of 2100. Hopefully...Well sorry for boring you too much but it's just me on one of my wild thinking courses. It happens alot. Maybe all our lives will split in the center and join up somewhere back down the road. That would be nice. Really. We can only hope though. I'm not worried about the future anymore. But I'm still a little scared of it.



-Kyle