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03 November 2006

Down Memory Lane...

As i flipped open the box, i saw things that to me are treasureable...
theres photos, n calendars, n snippets of old-time journal, n letters... yes, i stil do keep letters that were given to me during sch yrs...
i picked one up.. one of the most vintage i guess.. u can tell by the paper dats turned yellowish..
n the lil smudges here n there by the black ink... slowly n carefully, i opened it... i can see the cartoon drawing had slowly faded...
it took me a while to digest the contents of it although its only a few simple lines of writing...
i smiled as i read it... it really brought up memories... memories of me n the writer...

i suddenly rmember the barber shop in front of my sec sch... yes, dats where u used to wait for me after sch, evryday without fail... n as we walk, we passed by the lil huts by the basketball court.. yes, the huts.. where u first noticed me, n how u identify me by the bag dat i carry, one of those sats, after our eca... as we strolled, we passed by the kindergarten under the blk... yeap, da place where u wait patiently for me b4 school.. then we crossed the road, n theres the bakery shop... where i saw u few times through the reflections of the bakery's window-glass, following me close bhind... as we walked on, we came to a staircase leading to the interchg, where u wait for me early in the mornin n making sure dat bloody stalker aint following me to school.. then we'll reach bus no 365, where i remember u try brush away sumting from my face.. n its also where u gave me my first ever journal book.. n also the place where u gave me fererro rochers for v-day... n when we reached my stop, we will get down n go thru dat blk of shophouses to get to my blk, 346 at bt gombak, dats where i used to live... n we will rch the letterboxes, the place where i faked a breakup for april fool, n seeing ur face so devastated, i dun hv the heart n told u the truth... n as we got in the lift, remember one of the 1st kisses we had, when i close ur eyes wif my hand n gave u a quick kiss, n both of us saw how red both our faces were...

7 years of care, fun n happines.. wif a pinch of disagreement to spice up wat we hv between us...
to md. rizal, thanks for making part of my life memorable... u will always be missed...

~ peace : love : empathy ~