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[Jul. 21st, 2008||05:44 am] |
It's 10 minutes to 6 on a Monday morning and I don't want to fall asleep.
Last Saturday, I lost one of the closest friends I've ever had. Even though we never got to hang out as much as we used to (despite being in the same college for the past two years), I still regard him as one of my best friends. He was 24.
He's the type that will be there for you no matter what; no matter the consequence, no matter the time, no matter the situation, he will always be there for you. I'm reminded of all the things he's done for me, the times he was there for me when I was down (or passed out), the times when I needed a friend; back when everyone else felt out of reach, back when everything was darker and gloomier than it is now, back when things weren't as simple as they are now. I regret not having realized all this in time to actually thank him for it. I regret not being a better friend for him when he needed me. I regret not being what he was to me; a proper friend.
I met him last Thursday in front of college. He seemed normal and was happy to see me. We haven't seen each other in a long time let alone hung out. We had a good chat in front of Watsons while waiting for Myra's shoes to be stitched up by the cobbler there. He was doing great. He was the assistant producer of a few shows in Astro Awani, finishing up one last subject before he gets his degree, and taking care and supporting both his retired parents. I was proud of him. Between the two of us, it seemed as if he had matured way more than I had. My housemate (who was also there in front of Watsons) said that while we were leaving, he stared at me reversing the car out of the parking lot and heading for home. He said it was a weird stare; almost as if he knew what was to come in the coming days. As if everything was planned; like we were meant to stumble upon each other one last time.
Sha was the one who broke the news to me. We never could have imagine this happening. Not in a million years. We went to his funeral on Sunday and witnessed our friend being buried. I couldn't express any emotion throughout the event but now, here in my living room, I did. I'm never going to see him again. I'm sorry Syed. Thank you for everything. We love you.
Al Fatihah. |
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[Dec. 21st, 2006||04:51 am] |
This journal entry was written with the company of 4 songs;
They Will Kill Us All - Secret Episodes
Broken Social Scene - Looks Just Like the Sun
Kaiser Chiefs - Born to be a Dancer
Envy - A Will Remains in the Ashes
NEW!
Foundation in Architectural Technology, University College Sedaya International. I quit UiTM! Mechanical engineering. Fuck what was I thinking. Hey, at least I gained some life changing experiences. Much happier now. Thank god. 25th floor, Angkasa Condominium, Taman Connaught, Cheras, Kuala Lumpur. I’ll be moving in on the 1st of January. Wish me luck. 27th January, Jamasia Sri Hartamas. Organized by Mash’d Phoetaetoes. You heard it here first.
NOT!
Fuck. Music keeps me company. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2006||03:17 pm] |
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When a girl wearing a skirt has to pee, does she pull down her skirt or pull up her skirt?
...I'm bored sorry. |
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