
Monday, December 14, 2009
Forever is Over
Blogger is going crazy. On off having strange page layouts.
Tsk tsk.
Blog is really dead. Like unrevivable deadness.
It's really fun to keep typing and posting but no one really watches you. :D
It's like dancing or singing like a lunatic without people noticing that your on the brink of insanity. x)
Hmm.
Ariel came to my house today.
We had completely so little things to talk about that most of the time, it's only the awkward silence motivating us to speak out.
):
Last time, when we would go out with each other, there will be endless topics to chat about.
I guess that when you're separated so long, this is what eventually happens.
She became more "zi lian", I became the kind who talks in English with occasional Chinese poured inside. But you get the point.
Even so, we don't really address ourselves as best friends anymore.
And we know it.
We're giving excuses to try to cover up that we are already drifting apart.
She said out loud as she was typing an sms that she was at a friend's house.
Last time we would say best friend.
That's the past.
I would say my ex-best friend came to my house.
And clearly, I've moved on even faster than I thought I would.
We belong to different worlds now; she and her 'gans'; my companions/friends and I who have a love for writing.
The things we used to love aren't shared between us anymore.
Did you know that when we were viewing her friends' blogs to past time, the language they used were completely foreign to me? The jargon they used was the typical "ah lian and ah beng" stereotype. And the more I viewed their blogs, the more indignant I became. I took notice of the poor grammar used, instead of really paying attention to the content. And that really made me feel guilty.
I had to ask her what every phrase meant to fully understand, and after a while, she became tired of explaining. I, too, gave up asking her the meanings of those words.
The realization that we definitely lost each other became really evident.
I still remembered a point of time, when we were 7 or 8, in my house, downstairs, in the dining room.
My father said that most childhood friendships usually don't last after 16.
We both got a bit annoyed, and opposed strongly to his sentence.
"We will be best friends even until we're 16. We'll be best friends when we're 20, 25, 30, even when we're old. We'll be best friends forever."
And I still recall that we said that with so much passion and vigor.
We promised that we'll always be by each other sides, through thick and thin, through ups and downs.
We aren't 16 yet. We're only 13.
And what's left of our promise?
We've long left the childhood memories we used to share.
I guess I can only reminisce about the past now.
Step right up to the freaky & tangible at 10:36 PM :D
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