When Four Friends Meet

No matter how full my mayonnaise jar may be, with golf balls, pebbles or sand, there is always room for a couple of cups of coffee...

When four friends meet, whether it is, for breakfast at Kopitiam, or dinner at Pasta Fresca; to bum around at the Esplanade admiring the skyline, or by the beach watching the sun set with your jeans rolled up, leg shin-deep in the water; to watch senseless movies on DVD back to back all night, or play taboo at a birthday party; for a game of street soccer on a lazy Sunday morning or to camp overnight at a park, hoping to squeeze 8 people in a tent which has enough space for 4, or if nothing else, just for a cup of coffee, whenever, wherever,
it is always a pleasure. A welcome break. Reminiscing, laughing out loud and sharing amusing stories. Our day to day struggles are for each one of us to grapple with but in a journey that is to last a lifetime, there can never be enough time spent with friends. They say one needs just 3 true friends to be wealthy. I have 176, sorry 177 on facebook. How lucky.

In life or in my mayonnaise jar, my family (the golf balls) must go in first, my job; my bread and butter (the pebbles) next, and then all the other small little things (the sand), last. But regardless of how much I put in, I will realise there is always space, for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend...


“What is the use of a sword, when all you need is a needle? Of all the wealth in the world, when all you need is a friend?”