People will never stay the same. That's the only certain thing about the future. I remembered when I was young, I used to be a quiet and small boy. Basically it means I was bullied when I went for my religious classed by these 2 boys who were 2 years older than me. They would taunt me and I will just ignored them. The worst part was when they ambushed me when I was in Primary 4. I was going home and took the lift to the 6th level. On the 4th level, they sprang up from nowhere,held me and shoot a toy gun in my head. It was a traumatic experience but they were duly punished.When I was in Secondary 3,there was this guy called Dhruv who sat beside my friend, Pul. Me and Nizam, another friend of mine, sat behind them. I don't know how it start but Nizam, Pul and I start disturbing him. Nizam and I would poke our pens at his back and Pul would dig his nose and put the shit at Dhruv. The climax was putting one of his textbook on the floor and asked everyone to step on it. Everyone did and one of the pages tore. The next day, our dear and pretty form teacher had a talk with me and Pul about bullying.
It's ironic that sometimes I feel I don't want certain activities or people to change when I also have changed. I have done some things I'm not proud of but isn't that life? To make mistakes and learn from them. How much do we know someone until we stop for a while and make the effort to? The worst part is that the person you knew yesterday may change the next time you meet. The question is can friendship accept the changes? The answer is...
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