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Monday August 6, 2007 |
August 6, 2007 |
when i was laying down on my bed with such a horrible headache thanks to the intolerable
heat and suddenly it just came right up on my mind.
Let the story begin. i had this friend.have known him since primary school with his trademark mole on his cheeks.he was such an innocent looking,ever so ready to cheer you up,a little on the emotional side,was never too afraid to stand up for me against his another loved one.
perhaps its just one tiny part of my life that i have never spoken about,never dared to mention
as i was afraid that it might just offend people.
lets take a journey down memory lane,as for those who have already known me back then. 
i used to be some very god knows how to describe the awful rebellious bitchy little thing that loves to run away from reality. im sorry to say,you were right. i was nothing,nothing worth loving on the outside. i developed such level of hate,rage and anger towards everyone who never tried to understand. not one bit of it.
then,met him late October 2004 again after losing contact for a year or two.
exchanged our numbers,those were my self cutting wrists days. he was always there,hanging around. one of the many cute things i never really appreciated then,was him walking over the Kesas highway bridge all the way to my house. we were 16 then.
there was this once,when i was still into my basketball charcoal skin tone days,tugged him along to join me. still can recall those lame insulting jokes of his. 
despite me moving on with someone else,twice. somehow or rather a year later still get back contacting one another. i did the first call,in mid 2005. “Hello,how are you?” and since then i thought we kicked off the right track.SPM was so near,i was already back on track. those one to one accounting tuition days,i can still remember the time when i boiled chicken soup for him and the tutor as well.
“eh,i nearly forgotten all this seriously!”
how you used to ‘curi-curi’ get a touch of my hands under the study table,and me ever not ready to get it kick off with you. then came Prom Night. with the black prom dress,a weird hairdo in Kimarie with yenn, the extremely WTF looking heels that i so regret putting on,and the not so lovely night. 
on a VIP table it seems,then i remembered those weird stares of wtf is this bitch from out of town doing here? *giggles* answers to myself,i also don’t know laa. he wanted me to be here,with him. Prom night was never a big deal in my diary,i dont know why. want more drama? 
when we were dancing on the dance floor,remembered how i’ve always tried to keep away from him because i find him pretty _____.then,came some asshole who used two hands and grabbed my assss. i stormed out of the hall like a drama queen like what they all said,burst into tears as this was so totally not it. he then waited outside the toilet door for god knows how long,till when i got out no more talking. the prom was a total makes you wanna puke place,all the wrong performances and crowd. what a waste of his $120.
the undying drama between myself and him for years ended in a tragic divorce in 2006. yeah,he was a very good friend,a great listener but the titanic somehow hit an iceberg and sank last year.
im still mourning over his death
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