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Friday, October 19, 2007
" narrow daylight ; 9:44 PM "

i'd like to think that i hardly look back. i do, though. but not much, if a few years have passed. i fret over recent things and once they become old, i forget and fret about new things.

so i was thinking today, how i miss some of my oldest friends who have well, pretty much exited out of my life. it's not a pleasant thing to think about, but i don't really care about it either. it's just that I'd like to thank them in one way or another, for being there during those times. it's been years, 3 years since I've spoken to Sameer, not counting the msn conversation we had about two weeks ago. and it's been 5 years since I've spoken to Shoba :/

I know, these people may not even remember me anymore. but i do remember them and even though they're not reading these posts, i'd like to say my little thank yous. it's a pity, i dont even know why i fell out with Sameer, maybe we hated each other's guts after a while. i wont lie and say it didnt affect me that my friend was suddenly bailing on me - but then it was just like everything else, i was all whatever and it blew over. i haven't seen him in a while, maybe it should stay that way. but that friendship was special, it was a growing-up thing, i understood him and he understood me. and if by any chance we meet again , (how awkward and embarrassing that would be) but i hope we'll be okay again. even if we're not, thanks for everything when we were friends.

and Shoba, we were heck close. and she was a major influence in my music taste and she influenced me with the whole Sims2 fever. also that, i don't know what happened. when friendships grow apart, they just grow apart. i still remember the time we used felt tips and scribbled our barbies, though she was never a barbie-doll sort of person. it's a pity we're not friends anymore either, but i guess it's the way it works? somethings work, somethings don't.

i don't why i suddenly thought of these people today, but i just did.

so ode to that, i guess.






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