and friends will end in two weeks.

it's a weird feeling.
something that you've had for so long to finally leave you.
there will be this void..

the monday night void.

first started watching friends when i was 6.

and now i'm 17.

11 years.

when rachel still had a huge nose.. and joey was italian.

when we still lived in a terrace house in holland village, where my sis and i would squash in my parents' bedroom with the tv on.. and she'd be on the bed and i'll be sprawled on the cold floor.. and my dad would come in and scream at my sis for letting me watch these kind of shows with sexual content.

kind of useless, when i hardly got any of the jokes..
cause i was still "young and innocent.."

and then in secondary school when starworld started showing repeats at 7.30 every weekday.
that's when i probably watched a lot of the episodes of the first 3 years at least twice.

and then there was the ross rachel thing.

can't believe they lasted through 10 years, a baby and joey.

oh well.

sometimes things just have to stop.
but it just hurts when they've been with you for so long.
more than half my life.

wow.

and i guess you just have to keep a piece of the memory and move on.

but i guess the reason why i'm blogging about this is because friends reminds me of my old cliques, that i used to be in.. and the way we used to hang out.. and just hang.

and somehow i hold on to this hope that we'll be together too.
hanging out at a coffee shop.
or at each other's houses.
when we're grown up.
just like the 6 of them.

and to my old friends..
those who i've lost contact with..
and those that i still have contact with..

i miss you guys.

especially you.
the one who's reading it and feeling the same way.

and if you're wondering whether i'm talking about you.

you're right.

i am.