And It Linger...

This entry is for you... yes, you...

The Dating Game :
when you are sitting at that hut.. n dats where you noticed me.. but i didnt realy know you.. n from then i see you... all the time... during school, after school, in the reflections of those glasses at shops.. i even had ur lil signature in my english book cos you borrow it once... n i still remember my fren nudge me when she caught me staring at it, saying "dun hv the heart to erase it, i guess"... the lil gifts like the chocolates, the colourful journal which i still hv till today... n the letter with ur face drawn on it... i remember u addressing me as 'ina' dat tyme, cos thats what was printed on my 'moschino' bag... i also remember the time when you feel so lonely for ur bday, that i accompany u around town, and u slip ur hand in my back pocket, trying to imitate a guy in front of us.. and the card that i gave you, the one about not showering... and how we love to go bt timah, especially to that small apek shop that sells ur video games...

The Long Bittersweet Journey :
the 1st tyme we held hands and saw our shadows, u were so excited... the waiting under the void deck just to walk into school together... then the waiting at the barber shop just to go home together... the endless bus rides... the 1st tyme we watch a movie at cathay.. it was jumanji, n how u laugh when i jumped at the lion scene... the time when we threw cakes at each other during teachers' day... the one where i faked a breakup for april's fool, and i cant stand how solemn u look n finally i confess that im jus goofing around... the arguing.. where we talk to a third person, jus to get back at each other... the fugees song... n how i love cranberries, and u adore kurt cobain... the 1st kiss is when i close ur eyes n gave a peck on ur lips... the sulking moments... where we meet other people but always end up finding each other.. where you thought u lost me after i move house, and how u find me online n insisted i called you cos u dun hv my new no... n u cry, yes u did, cos u feel lost... n once, i threw tantrum, cos u dun seem to care, and i get all my things back n throw them away, and you get them back from the bin itself...

The Aftermath :
and we drift apart... constantly arguing, at teeny weeny stuff... we become rude at each other, spitting words that hurt... and after a bit of ping-pong here n there, we kinda decide we shall go wif other ppl.. and thats where it all ends... we hug no more, kiss n make up no more... but we remain frens, keeping whatever we hv left alive between us... though we do disagree abt some things, i guess its manageable... n once a while we meet, call each other, talk and joke around... and really thats nice... cos i noe whatever i tell you, it wont be a judgemental issue...

whatever was written above is only a quarter of what you n i shared those years... a blog entry wont be sufficient to pen down the memories we created... n in less than 48 hours, you would be leading a different life.. a life that you choose wif ur other half... n me, as a fren, wish u all the best... and im sincerely happy for you... i know things will be diff.. very diff... n no matter how u say we will nvr be apart as frens.. i noe better... cos in the end, we lead diff lives wif diff goals... n the bond we held so close between us will break as time passed by... nevertheless, jus remember that once you knew a girl, just a normal plain girl, and grew up wif that girl, exploring life wif fond memories...

happy valentine's day, my one n only ijal...
sincerely signing off... mazzter...