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  • My dreams, my mates
    chanz
    29 Oct 2002

    I went to the beach with two of my best mates over the weekend.
    Three guys, some smokes, a roasted chicken (don't ask), a hammock and lots of sun.
    (Cue to Visa Ad).
    Priceless.

    That's all there is to please the three of us. Simple pleasures.

    I realised there and then, that I don't want to have a flashy apartment decorated with great furniture and electronic gadgets smack in the middle of the city, neither do I want a Ferrari 360 Modena. (ok, I'm lying, so sue me. Lol)

    Honestly, I wouldn't mind doing that for the rest of my life. Just face the ocean, enjoy the rest of my life on the beach. Maybe run my little cafe and pub at the beach front, catch a surf in the morning and evening. And chill out with my best mates at our little pub or our deck of our beach hut by the sea. We're probably die of skin cancer one day but who cares.

    The three of us have a dream. A dream of maybe the impossible. A dream that keeps us going through the mediocrity of everyday life. A dream that will probably end up with us hitting the projection screen again. But I know somehow, somewhere inside of me that it's going to happen. Maybe I'm a dreamer. Maybe I love to think of the impossible. But this dream is easier to realise than most dreams people have.

    Now, my two mates say that they're never gonna get married. Not for me. Even if I am cynical or hurt too many a times by relationships. My longing for the time where I find that special person is like my longing for my beach hut. Finding the partner that wouldn't mind fishing, surfing, picking coconuts and running a little quaint pub would be a problem.

    I'm straying here now aren't I. I apologise for it. Laugh.

    The three of us are considered social freaks in Singapore, where people are too concerned about making money, climbing the social ladder, chasing after that Singaporean dream. But at the end of the day, what do they have? Some wise fool said that life is lonely at the top. And I hate being lonely.

    They see us as being too simple, too naive, crazy even. But I can tell you, the three of us are more sober, more realistic than most people out there. We know what we want, we strive for it. And someday when we realise our dream, We can take a picture of our paradise, make this huge blow up poster of us at our paradise with us waving our middle fingers with the biggest grins on our faces and put it smack in the middle of Singapore city. While those social climbers are toiling everyday in their monkey suits, ass-kissing their bosses; we're at this little stretch of beach somewhere enjoying an ice cold beer, kicking back and enjoying the sea breeze. At least we found our paradise and we're living and doing what we love.

    So my brothers, if you ever read this. Follow your hearts, follow your desire. We'd find the realm of our souls.

    I don't know how long I'm gonna take, but you can bet your ass that I'll be waiting at the beach hut for you guys.

    And oh, to you. The special you. You will always be greeted with the biggest smile and the warmest hug if you find me at my paradise.

    So till then.