Abused and I like it...

I brutally abused myself during my last rafting and was showing off the nature’s medal the whole week! It was a darn good irreplaceable experience and I absolutely loved it. Put aside the washing machine tumbling and almost pulling off someone’s pant for safety, rescued and pulled in over rocks and the bruises after, but it was great and priceless.

What made it more exhilarating was the pouring rain half way through the course, and one new member got kissed viciously by a rock and the marking on the right cheek may still be there up til today.

Will I do it again? Of coz!

From here on...

Bad things happen all the time. Some you can forget and some you can even laugh at and some, you just let it pass and hope you will not go through it again.

So when a bad thing happen between two people, you can either choose to drop the friendship and be complete strangers or make amend and be friends again.

In my case, I never thought I’ll turn my back on her and I knew eventually we’ll be talking again. I mean, put again the shitty event, she has been a good friend and we knew each other for the longest time. I guess our friendship is worth saving for but unfortunately I will never forget. In fact, I do not see myself being as forgiving yet. We both hurt each other during those agonizing moment but we’re putting our dispute aside and trying to salvage what left of it. I guess it’s better than a total lost. Even though, there’s rules and conditions apply now. Sigh.

Of coz things will be different between us. Of coz I’ll get cynical and she will respond sarcastically but that will be our journey from here on.

Good luck to both of us.