Yesteryears.

I am soooo freaked out tired.
6 hours of sleep per day is not enough for me. I almost caved in and wanted to call in sick just so I could have more sleep, since there's nothing to do at work anyway.
But I don't know how (or why) I still managed to drag my very sorry ass out of bed. As I've said there is nothing to do at work, it's 8:45am and I am already worried about what I should be doing for the rest of the day.

Bumped into a long lost friend yesterday whilst I was out shopping.
Actually, I wouldn't even say he is a f-r-i-e-n-d literally.
Because we've been in and out of contact quite abit for the past 8 years, and I haven't really spoken to him in those 8 years.
Anyhow, little snippets of him came back to me and I can't help but smile. I still cannot recall how we really stop contacting, or rather I do remember but I am not sure if that really did happen.

My first encounter with this guy went way back to when I was in Sec 4 (or was it sec 3.. I can't remember).
I got to know him when I was at his school to help out for a softball match. I was in the school team back then, and the sec 1 and 2 girls were having a match at their school.. So we had to be there to help out.
I faintly recall him running away from me when I was speaking to his friend (whom I know).. He ran, faster than Superman back then.

One thing led to another..
We started talking on the phone, hanging out a bit (in a group) and exchanging letters.
Ain't it sweet?
Mind you, there wasn't email back then.. so its truly snail mails.
It was fun rushing to open the mailbox and finding letters addressed to you (that aren't bills)
Now, the only letters I receive are.. BILLs and statements

Anyhow, he was a really really very shy boy.
Whenever we went out in a group. He almost never talked (to me at least). When I do talk to him.. his face will turn so red he'd need to go to the toilet to cool.
I had another faint memory of him singing. He's a not too bad singer. You know how we use to have voicemails back then? Well, he'd sing into those voice mails for me... I tell you.. it sounds so darn cheesy now.. But back then.. it so made me melt ok? HA HA.. but ya.

Anyhow, the reason why I had a voicemail in the first place back then.. was because he actually bought me a pager, and paid the bills. (Yes, no hps then in secondary school) My parents were adamant about me having one.. so he got me one which I don't think my parents knew about up until today.

Everything was so sweet back then.
Hours on the phone, those little group dates, the letters, presents bla bla bla.
But, we were never together.
I knew he liked me.. it was in some letter (and voicemail) that he wrote/said.
But as much as he was so utterly sweet and nice.. I don't think I had feelings for him in that way.
I was more touched than infatuated.
It felt so bad.. to break his heart (I assume it was broken)
And we lost contact thereafter...

When I saw him on the streets yesterday.. It shocked me a little. Wasn't sure if it was him. In fact, I was almost certain it was not. After eight years, yesterday was like the first time I saw him on the streets. How did I recognise him after so many years, I really don't know. But it sure did jog those memories back.
The funny thing was.. I was out shopping with my friend.. the one who took part in those double dates we had after school back then.

Perhaps its karma.
But nobody treats me that sweetly anymore.
YES hor. NObody ok?