I was just about to take a shower, but I thought I’d send him an sms him to say ‘I miss you, silly!’ I picked my phone up from my table and noticed that I missed a call from him seven minutes ago. I smiled and dialed his number.
‘Hello!’
‘Hie. You called me?’
‘Yup! Just wanted to say I miss you.’
No wonder I miss him too. 
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Random shorts of last night:
- Another pretty rose, but wrapped in purple tissue and cellophane this time complete with a ribbon (the white ribbon from the night before fell off sometime during the night and I didn’t notice *sigh*).
- DB helping my 6 year-old sister to read as they sat on my bed while he fiddled with her stockinged toes. I love how they get along! Weirdly though, she asked me tonight over dinner if he left this morning. Shhh… I wish he had, darling.
- Our kitchen looked like a bomb shelter after mom decided to make us all kitchen slaves and cook up a feast since I invited DB over for dinner. Note to self: stop telling people mom is a great cook.
- DB holding a toy gun, telling me to kiss him or the duck gets it. I obliged, only too happily.
Doesn’t look like Wellington needs saving, does he? Hehe. Though he’s normally nude and Superduck was the result of procrastination.
- We completed this long overdue application for DB. YAY! The guilt finally went away, since I said I’d help him ages ago, lol!
- Ah… Kisses. Kisses. KISSESSSS!!!! Sorry, got carried away. 
- Running to the bus-stop, though this time, it’s DB catching it. The nice bus driver stopped to let DB on instead of feigning ignorance as the mean ones tend to do. See, I knew I had faith in the public transportation system for a reason!
- Goodnight chats and smses.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Today, I met up with a friend whom I’ve known since starting uni for lunch. We reminisced about when we first met, how we met, and how our friendship developed, as we always do. It’s been awhile. We used to have plenty of fun, drinking at his with the housemates, neighbours and friends, and the aid of a supposedly ‘objective’ deck of cards, and standing at the balcony with cheap beer, the boys and their cigarettes. I miss those days, but over time, it somehow slipped past, and I’ve come to accept that it’s over. The couples have broken up. Most of the friends don’t speak to each other anymore, what more have noodles together and pour vodka into a giant watermelon. There are strangers smoking at that balcony with their cheap beer everytime I walk past. No one needs to know how the other is going, no one wants to know. How do things deteriorate like that merely over a period of two years? Or are they better now?
Whenever I think about the nights I spent partying with those boys, I remember specifically that one night with the cards, drunken birthday girl, the boy whom I didn’t love, the blame that went around, the guilt I felt, conversations that the boys had to have with Dunhills, the living room floor that I slept on, and waking up to milk and chocolate chip cookies, learning Russian poker, and more conversation at the balcony. Was it really two years ago? It doesn’t feel right. But that night changed my life.
I can’t say that I want to sit with these people once more in that dimly lit apartment, a deck of cards going around the circle, with plastic cups filled with any type of alcohol in front of us, waiting to be consumed. There would be a silence best described as ‘fucking awkward’, possibly a few dying to throw punches at each other. I don’t know a good many of these people anymore. Maybe I never did. But amidst the fights and bitching and stupid things drunken people do, there are a few that I still think of fondly and wish them well.
