days without ah gong

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i'm the kind of person who mistook pineapple for starfruit, and called ginger as garlic.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

i used to know this guy, his name is Bryan Boey. it may seems weird that i'm blogging about this and even putting up his name here, but i can't seem to ditch the thought of him these days.

i knew him online when we were secondary 1. it was then mid of june holidays. just a typical afternoon, hanging around online and talking to all sorts of people from IRC -the 'in' thing online - before we got to know each other. i was talking to this online boy and somehow he introduced me to him. so we ended up chatting until now, 5 years later.

i remember telling him most of my things, experiences of the outside world to personal sorrows. i remember talking to him on the phone, the days when he spoke english and i spoke mandarin. i remember we doing all the funny funny online stuffs childish secondary school people would do. i remember calling him on christmas night to wish him and to find out that he can speak better mandarin.

what else is there to recall? online conversations were the memories because that's only what i have. we didn't meet up at all so what i had typed is tough to be accounted for. now only God can tell me where he is.

friend, come back.