This time, Bradley takes us on a journey of appreciation for something whose impact on our Friendships is yet to be truly felt and appreciated;  technology. The very screen we often blame for dampening the truthfulness, the reality of our relationships, has undeniably kept us close and together, at times where reunions were but a sweet, far from grasp, luxury. So, let's take a moment, and follow along with this tribute surely deserved.  An ode to Discord, Zoom, and all the apps that facilitate our friendships; by Bradley Sim Whye Kit Look! I’m here, sitting in the voice channel, I’m just here, at home, alone. It's night time and I’m desperately trying to avoid doom scrolling on Twitter, Or Instagram for that matter. Now I know that internet browsing is an act done usually by oneself. But, won’t you come aboard, And join the channel, Share some communion among these airwaves? What are you up to this day? For though we may not meet, Distance and circumstance be damned! For we can still speak in solemn, weary voices amidst this night, Or wherever you are in the world that our greetings find you, We can still laugh, like gremlins, and cringe at our banter. For as the day grows old, the night becomes young And we -- we grow older still. So is our want for one another not more justified? Shall we not want to spend what precious life we have With those we have made connections with and care deeply about? Especially in these times when meeting had no convenience, This night is still young, And perhaps our humour hasn’t aged a day. That’s okay. We’ll grow and we’ll change Whether we care to or not, But let’s age together still See how our in-jokes find their footing Amidst our daily ever-growing, Life is changing In our twenties constantly, Flooding with jobs and Responsibilities. So keep telling those familiar jokes that’ve grown stale in their repeated tellings, They are infinitely more lovely than The silence inspired by the stresses of adulthood Choking our youthful exuberance. But do not misunderstand, Silence spent in this togetherness Is no wrong a thing either But merely a monument to all that is known and has been spoken on between us. I am captivated, in fact, let me always be captivated By this way we show our love to one another, The raucous laughter after roasting each other, Playfully picking at the issues we suffer, Trusting fully that, in the moment, we do not mean the words we say. And that the pauses in between words says, I love you and, I love this And that, This place, like the quiet of the night, Is safe for you to know that you can be comfortable in your own skin. A solace, if you will, for you hold on to. So hop on in, Take a seat. Get comfy. Let’s plays some games, Watch some videos. Contemplate  life. Rant about work. Know that we care, That we’re listening, Intently with what being and effort we can glean This late at night. Because, after all, The best parts of life are often the parts we do together. So -- why not do them together?