#617
20120210 @ Friday, February 10, 2012
"We'll keep in touch"
"I'll text you, I promise"
"We'll talk everyday"
Some people even cried on my last day at Sri Aman. So why is it then that no one has attempted at making any form of contact with me other than Oli ? Then once I start up a conversation with them, all of sudden they say that I'm missed. None of it makes any sense to me.
Am I overreacting? Frankly, I have no idea and also I don't really care. Maybe it's finally sinking in that I'm actually leaving all of this behind. It's hasn't even sunk in yet, it's more of dripping. Drip, drip, drip. Dripping at a slow pace. It could be because I've always known that I was eventually going to move to Australia and I've let them know since Form 1. It's not they're fault that all this "We'll keep in touch, I promise. Nothing will change" talk elevated my hopes. To only know now that they're just going to crash and burn. It gets tiring trying to keep friends, once you move. I've been to 6 schools so far ever since I was 6. I've become so tired of starting conversations and keeping close friends close each time I move. I stopped school, 3 weeks ago and now I feel like I'm invisible to them. Attention craving? I don't know. I'd just like to know that maybe I'd made my mark on someone's life. I'd like to know that there are people out there who miss me enough to keep in touch. It's just tiring losing friends each time I move, especially close ones.
Back to the original topic; like I mentioned above, I've been feeling rather crappy. On Wednesday, I was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, hunched forward over a piece of paper that I was doodling on. The bell rang, I wasn't in the mood to answer it. (Yes I can be a real drama queen when I want to ) so I asked Ian to get it. He went out through the back and spoke to whoever that was at the door. I tried to make out the mumblings of their conversation, but didn't quite manage to translate it into English. Gave up and went back to doodling. The front door opened and shut, "Ian! So who was it?"
no response.
"Jie! These 3 people said that mum's sick and she was admitted into hospital!" (My brother calls me sister in 2 different languages. It changes daily and it's hard to keep up with)
I jumped of the counter, in the process of doing that - hit my head against the rack above and kind of fell to the ground. By then my brother was standing at the doorway laughing. "I was just joking" he said. I was so close to wrapping fingers around his neck and squeezing it. I walked out of the kitchen and was mobbed. Everything happened too fast for me to process. I remember there being two people standing behind me rubbing my head cooing, and all of a sudden I'm being dragged to my couch and then I see Jenny carrying a first aid kit. I was flabbergasted. It took me 10seconds to process everything. I jumped off the couch and jumped on the both of them. Lim 2 managed to get away but Lim 1 was stuck under me. I rolled off him and stood up, and stared at all 3 of them - one of my many attempts to process the fact that these people were standing before me. RayRay (Lim 1) and Lim2 got up and gave me a hug. It's been the longest time since I've seen these rascals. For those who don't know, these 3 butt-heads were my Dad's neighbours back in Australia, a few years ago. I met them the first night I took the garbage out, never regretted doing that. Not only were they his neighbours (not neighbour exactly, they stayed in the same suburb) but RayRay and I went to the same school in Parnell. Small world, ain't it? I'd never talked to him in Parnell though. To him, it's kind of like fate that we bumped into each other again. It's an agreeable statement.
The last time I saw them was back in '09. We kept in touch through Skype, Letters and E-mail. Yes this boy, wrote me letters :) It made his girlfriend at that time jealous. haha.
They took me out for lunch at some place in the middle of Shah Alam or KL or some place. I took pictures of them as to not forget them, not like I will but just in case. They're my anti-depressants.
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| Lim 1's version of The Boys. "Bring the boys out" |
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| Lim1 and Lim2 |
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| Jakuns. Lim1, Lim2 and Lim3. |
Sadly none of these people own a Facebook account, I'd probably embarrass them if they did anyway.
Sunway Lagoon with them either tomorrow or Sunday :] #buzzed.
Carpe Diem and Press On!
