Phonebook.

This evening, i sent a last msg to the person-whom-i-thot-was-my-best-buddy-but-yet-distanced-himself.

his name is sham.
we used to go to sch together,
even laughed/joked/ate/took train together.

now he’s in NTU, while me?
nowhere near.

I always hated ppl who doesn’t reply to sms,
not even a “hi”,
not even a “i’m busy at the moment, can i call you later?”
not even a “hey, u free for dinner tonite?”
not even a word.

i hate to think this way,
but as wat i told him in my last msg.

“I hope one day we’ll meet again, and by then, i hope i’ll be someone you guys won’t look down upon ever again.“

to me,
friends come and go,
i wont bother keeping you.
stop giving me ur crap excuses that your mobile is spoilt,
or you’re busy, or whatsoever.

If we’re friends, we’ll figure a way out to meet,
If we’re not, even if it’s the hols season, u’ll still be busy.

*smile to myself*

to sham or kengz,
one day…
one very fine day,
i’ll thank you both personally,
from the bottom of my heart.

but till then,
you both have been deleted from my phonebook.

So what?
you maybe thinking..
So what if you delete us?
Do we look like we care?

The world is small,
small enough for people to cross paths again,
small enough for us to work together once more.

For all ur pretentious talk,
i’m letting you knoe that i have enough of you guys.

It seems like childish talk to some,
i laughed to myself at what i’m writing,

but because of these 2 ppl,
i promise myself to work very hard for the next 2 yrs,
get myself a good honours,
go get my masters,
and one day,
i’ll be better than them.

So these 2 ppl better stay alive till that day,
i wanna thank you personally.

~ by kel on May 4, 2008.