True Friends never say goodbye

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 I think I got over it because I met her on Weds and Thurs.Three sentences or so was exchanged:-“Bye, I’m going for class,” says her. (On Weds afternoon)“Bye, I’m going for class,” says her. (On Thurs afternoon)“Bye, I’m going home,” says her. (On Thurs evening)To all, I nodded. And smiled..and said bye to a couple, I think.I dont know. I really dont. But Im not into fake-ies. Not those who ignore or walk away from me when we meet in MidValley but bid a cheerful “Hi!” to me in front of our friends. C’mon. You know thats bullshit. Maybe you’re trying to make up? I cant trust nor believe in you right now. Sorry for being me. This was my blog entry for April 8th and April 10th.Blog number one.

Twas hard living away from close friends and family. I called, I emailed and I kept sane. Life was hectic there as no one cared enouf for each other to help each other out. I was home every weekend to spend every waking moment with my friends and loved ones. I tried my best to be myself and to make the distance gap seem small.

Efforts were all in vain. I lost more than just my friends. I lost my bosom buddies, my girlfriends, my sisters. Whether they thought I was a stucked up b*tch or what I dont know. Maybe they just gave up waiting me to be there for them. I never found out.

I will never know what went wrong along the lines, I will never know whose fault it was, what was it that was commited..what I know it just this:-

To my once-upon-a-time sisters, Im still here for you, believe it or not. Here like the dumb ass I am, clinging on the every hope left in me. Its the memories that are keeping this so called relationship alive and Im willing to give it my best shot if things can just *i dont know*,…go back to what it once was. This lone ranger is sick of traveling alone.

Blog number two

But she did prove to me in the end she was there for me. And for that, I am eternally grateful. Connecting with her that night was something so new after so long, but yet so familiar and so welcomed. To tell you the truth I have no idea still what happened between us later on. Now we’re back to being mere acquaintances. Her photos and memories of us are splashed all over my room. Its hard to forget the person you once shared secrets with, you know..and shopped together, and bullied people together,..and washed toilets with. Its not easy. I wish she’d just write me a hate letter and be done with it, so i’ll stop hanging on to this last thread of sanity. I wish I could somehow explain to her, or to make her see why, and to be rid of all these questions and ‘what ifs’ in my mind.

I wish I could determine where I stand once and for all.

True friends never have to say- ‘Thats what friends are for’I dunnoe what to believe in anymore.

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This is what I want.

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Ever wonder what do you want in life? I was thinking the other day about my life and came up with certain queries I have not been able to come to terms with.

I want…

At the end of the day, to kick back and to pour out my feelings to someone who isn’t my bf. Someone who would listen, to bitch with me, hopefully understand where I am coming from. Everyone loves someone with the same thinking, and I just haven’t clicked like that with anyone since high school.

I’m the kind of person, like I have always said, that would die for a friend. Then I guess I woke up and inhaled pollution. No one’s gonna do that for me, and no one was banging down the doors for friendship anymore these days.

Had i grown careless over the years? Had i stepped on someone’s feelings without realising it? Or had we simply grown up?

I want to have a friend I don’t have to be artificial with. I don’t have to nod and smile at the so-called ‘appropriate’ places out of mere courtesy. I don’t have to act happy when I downright ain’t.

Guess I’ll have to get myself a dog.

The last time I ever felt anything hint to pure friendship was at Jane’s place. I was going thru a hard time with my baby and was at wits end.

With my closest buds at the table, I bawled my eyes out. I’m sorry I was such a dinkhead that at Brian’s birthday party, but I just had to let it out then.

Sympathy was not what I needed that night. Empathy was what I received.

Although most of my buds there that night were either single or never had a bf before, they felt what I felt and they, well, they understood.

Never before in my life have I felt so wrecked. I had never cried over a breakup before when it actually happens. Usually before,..and after, but never like this. That night they reached into my life and became a part of me.

An old (the longest too) friend was most hesitant. After all, we has distanced for two whole years despite our 6-7 years of ’sisterhood’.

But she did prove to me in the end she was there for me. And for that, I am eternally grateful. Connecting with her that night was something so new after so long, but yet so familiar and so welcomed. To tell you the truth I have no idea still what happened between us later on. Now we’re back to being mere acquintances. Her photos and memories of us are splashed all over my room. It’s hard to forget the person you once shared secrets with, you know..and shopped together, and bullied people together,..and washed toilets with. It’s not easy. I wish she’d just write me a hate letter and be done with it, so i’ll stop hanging on to this last thread of sanity. I wish I could somehow explain to her, or to make her see why, and to be rid of all these questions and ‘what ifs’ in my mind.

I wish I could determine where I stand once and for all.

True friends never have to say- ‘Thats what friends are for’

To my friends who were there for me that night : -

Thanks Jane and Brian for not thinking I ruined Brian’s party and for encouraging me to ‘let it all out’. To Mad, for the ‘puffs’ and for keeping me extremely busy. Sarah, for the supply of booze (haha!). Celine, for hugging me and telling me that everything was going to be okay, and for sharing experience. To Sharm for listening and helping me sort out my feelings, telling me to ‘go for it!’, Rad for holding my head close and offering a shoulder for me to sob into and also for playing the Brian McKnight cd that I liked, Michelle and Teng Wai for the never ending supply of tissues whenever you saw my eyes filling up unexpectatly. Thanks for your concern and much needed attention. And thank you Jolene, for reminding me why we were once the best of friends.

Thank you all for the Love I needed that night – the 28th of June 2003.

Saja?

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Quote of the hour:-

 ’don’t be dismayed at goodbyes.a farewell is necessary before you can meet again.and meeting again after a moment or lifetime is certain for those who are friends’

Got this from Laili’s blogsite. Thanks Laili
Reading Alvo De Salvo’s Flashback series blog Ive gone and wondered about my own past.

Flashback to 2001 onwards

Fresh outta high school I decided to get myself a job. Found one with a telemarketing company at Tanco Resorts, Kerinchi.

Worked there for exactly four days before all hell broke loose. Spent the night literally on the streets till the wee hours of the morning on Wesak Day just to come down with a fever which *gasp* was CHICKEN POX in disguise the very next day. So there I was, at 6am in the morning searching for clinics in the middle of Brickfields with my baby. So it was byebye work, hello scars and itchiness galore!

By the time I had gotten healed I realised a couple of things:-

*my friends were in colleges I cud not afford to go to

*there were no college intakes available anymore

*I didnt get the scholarship I applied for (and wanted)

*I got the scholarship for a college I didnt want to go to

Thus, accepting the scholarship I packed my bags and travelled the longest journey of my life. I enrolled into Kolej Yayasan Melaka, at youve guessed it, Malacca.

Twas hard living away from close friends and family. I called, I emailed and I kept sane. Life was hectic there as no one cared enouf for each other to help each other out. I was home every weekend to spend every waking moment with my friends and loved ones. I tried my best to be myself and to make the distance gap seem small.

Efforts were all in vain. I lost more than just my friends. I lost my bosom buddies, my girlfriends, my sisters. Whether they thought I was a stucked up b*tch or what I dont know. Maybe they just gave up waiting me to be there for them. I never found out.

I will never know what went wrong along the lines, I will never know whose fault it was, what was it that was commited..what I know it just this:-

To my once-upon-a-time sisters, Im still here for you, believe it or not. Here like the dumb ass I am, clinging on the every hope left in me. Its the memories that are keeping this so called relationship alive and Im willing to give it my best shot if things can just *i dont know*,…go back to what it once was. This lone ranger is sick of travelling alone.

Try me. Thou shalt not be disappointed.

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