Jem Jemery Jem Jem

This blog is dedicated entirely to jemery. I mean Jeremy thia yi jun. or dickhead thia or thia ge lau sai or whatever you wanna call him.

I met jem in sec 1. We were in the same class. Sec 1.7 Philemon. Philemon is a strange biblical name that not many people can pronounce. Most end up with “fee-leemon”. Okay, but that’s besides the point. I can still remember this nerd coming up to me on the first day of school in 1996 when we were 13 years old. He asked me, “erm, can I sit here?” referring to the seat next to me. I was like “whatever”. Didn’t know who the hell he was anyway.

After that, I realized he was my school bus kaki and stayed at jalan T***** (cannot reveal la, if not police know where to find him). Then we didn’t exactly become close friends but those hi-bye sort of friends. Sec 2 when we were 14, he went to 2.9 with haiming. Well no, I didn’t exactly die of disappointment but I think I was a little sad lah cos I didn’t want to lose a good friend. If i’m not wrong, he appealed and asked to be in the same class but to no avail. (I THINK…)

Sec 3.8 and 4.8 were the best years of my life. No responsibilities and you could just heck all. But about jemery, he became one of my good friends. Including cope shoes and all (ok shhhhhh……) I soon learnt that he was a hardworking, full of shit person. Those kind you joke with, but when they say something serious, everyone listens. Because he’s generally responsible, I think he gained a lot of respect from everyone. I also know he was one of the smarter guys in the class (just like me =P) We used to stay back and play basketball and boy.. did he improve!! Very impressive.

ACJC and we were already considering moving to Australia. Which we did in the end. We ended up at Trinity College in Melbourne. A most beautiful place. For survival’s sake, our friendship grew even closer. But that also means more disagreements unfortunately. I remember how I was so pissed when he didn’t return my chem workbook and I absolutely lost it. He was buying flowers with kan li 15 minutes before my class. I really threw up all the vulgarities and shit on him. For that I’m sorry jem, really really. He wrote me a letter (surprise, surprise) in return apologizing. That meant a lot cos guys aren’t emotional towards each other you see. Btw, I’ve got the letter, available $100,000. Nah, actually its priceless. The good memories outweigh the bad by far. I also remember us throwing rotten fruits from the 9th floor in our lab coats and goggles, going for the Greenday concert and making fun of a certain butch. Trinity was da best really.

After that, my 1st year in uni, jem was back in army. I just we kept in contact through email and icq but never failed to meetup when I was back for the hols. As fate would have it, when I returned to Singapore for my NS, he went to Oz to study.

But all the while, I’ve never felt far apart. He’s somebody always willing to listen to whatever talkcockbullshit I have to say. I feel absolutely comfortable around him, and you know, friends like that are hard to find. Those you don’t have to put a front or suck in your tummy or hide your double chin.

Now, our needs have progressed beyond that of purely grades. I’m sure you know what I mean. But I’ll there to cover his ass cos he’ll be there to cover mine.

Right, I think I’ve written enough. This should be a friendster testimonial or something but I felt that its fair to place in my blog.

Rock on bro, you’re the MAN!!!
(sorry my thoughts are confused… too many things to write lah)