It was a short and simple message. “Good morning” I said.
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“Happy Valentines,” I said.
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That Chat
We went for supper shortly after. I wanted to go somewhere further but it was getting too late and I was feeling a little sleepy. So we decided somewhere nearby instead. Again, we had such good conversation about everything up until the dining table.
It was when he showed me his phone with my number who he had named it as ‘Dono Who’. I agree, i did not officially tell him what is my name, which I think it was not important at that time. i took his phone, and entered my name into that entry.
When he took back the phone, he stared at it for a moment.
“Your name is very familiar, where have I known you before?”
A very bad way to clear my name, I realized. He promised to shove it aside but we all know it will not happen. We humans just like to dig out the past and talk about them, one time or another.
Back home, we still continue to talk about it. I showed him some messages that we previously exchanged, and that jogged his memory a little.
We hugged a lot that night, and basically talk till both of us fell asleep. It was the first time I had this kind of experience. I still remember that we had this discussion so seriously, he totally forgot about the road and drive into a pothole.
The morning, we both hugged a little before sending him off. He has got a meeting so i didn’t disturb him during the day. We had planned previously to go for a movie after he has done his stuffs.
Then, things did not go well .. I am still sad.. why? How come? How did it happened the way it did?
That Feeling
You know that feeling when you liked someone? That tingling sensation that you often hear in movie dialogs but don’t quite know what it is?
It was this guy that I got to know back in the days. We can’t say we know each other, but he has heard of me, and likewise I have heard of him.
He messaged me one day in response to something that I have posted in a forum. In that message was his contact number. I sent him a text and it was a short exchange of messages, nothing moved; this was a year ago.
Happy Birthday, 2012
On the 21st of December, last year I told myself, that I would want to write something here, that obligatory post that I post every year.
To be fair, I did try to pen something, although I would not say pen because that ‘pen something’ was actually a form of virtual entry that I have in my brain, that sorta thing.
Holding on
As I sit myself on the plane, doing something out of my routine I was reflecting on my goals and achievements that I have done throughout the year.
It was just moments ago before I leave the hotel room to Incheon, that I weigh myself on the scale. I gained another 5kg of weight. It was nothing unusual, really.
Come every December, it seems to be the month where I gain some weight. Perhaps due to the kinda depression that I have to go through, or perhaps it was due to the holiday and year end. I would like to think that it was because of the holiday, but deep inside, I know it was because I miss The Boy.