Of the Card
Slept till 10am today.Was down with a flu.Damn,shouldnt run through the rain in not but a drenched uniform and a house t-shirt for shelter again.Ate some pills,and i became drowsy and all.Fell into bed right after American Idol yesterday.

Anyway,i slept most of my day away.Didnt feel very good.Though the running nose seemed to have stopped running,but the drowsy feeling in the head remained after the 6 pills in the morning.Argh.Fell into my bed once more at 3pm and slept.

Woke up,to hear dad's voice in the corridor.He's finally back from his overseas trip.Glad to have some life around the house again.To see him and my sister fight over the least important things is just a joy sometimes.Haha.Anyway,Mom came into the room to ask what i'll like to eat for dinner.I wasnt hungry,so i asked them to eat first.Mom was about halfway out of the door when she turned back and said,"Oh,there's a letter for you."I didnt pay much attention to it at first really.I figured,it was problem just some letter from Ministry of Defence,or Education,or the Ministry of whatever.Perhaps another Times Subscription letter?I fell back to sleep again.Mom came in and placed the letter on my chest.I held it up to the light,and it was nothing i mentioned above.It was from a friend of mine,whom i havent been talking very much.(Not from my school,by the way.)I'll like to quote something from her card.She said:

Is it possible for friends to talk and finally reach a point where they no longer have words for each other?These days,it seems as though talking has become a chore.To smile and laugh along,to join in the conversation and stuff,if not it'll be silence.And the silence is frightening.

For some reason,that part got me thinking real hard.Well,thats after i got over the surprise upon recieving a card from her.We were really close friends,but for some reason the connection fell short.We used to exchange diaries in secondary school.She came up with the idea really.We continued till the end of last year,and she forgot to send it back.I never asked her to,and she never did.So that practise is gone for a while.Perhaps we can start again after our As?Haha.Those days,what a bliss.Used to share all kinds of shit.They were happy stuff,not depressing and angry stuff like we tell each other now.Its so different now,the things we talk.About stress,lonliness,and regrets.How limited can a conversation get these days.Argh.I guess the above doesnt apply to most people from my class.They still seem to be happy and jolly amongst their classmates.And as for me,boredom and solitude seems to be an everyday thing.When did coming up with a conversation become such a difficult thing to do.While the rest chatter away,you listen and you think.You come up with an opinion,but become too afraid to voice it.You are afraid that something you say might offend somebody,again.Anything can be manipulated into something offensive.Words are like needles,and jokes are like poison.They seem to poison not just that somebody,but yourself as well.So you retreat into some place private,some place quiet where you can talk to yourself.Where voiced opinions will be heard and only be heard by yourself and yourself only.Minding your own business,seems to be the most profitable business around.Imagine what you can gain from the time away from those people.They are nice,they are fun,they are sociable.For some reason,brains blocks,nerves chokes,and words come out like murmurs.Even diaries online are typed with extreme caution.She says,that laughter is the shortest distance between two person.But does the laughter even exists in the first place?Maybe,just maybe,i should curl up into that same dark corner.Maybe the two of us can be loners together.Hows that?I miss my secondary school friends,i miss how we used to throw paper aeroplanes out of the windows,and i miss how we used to study together after school.Now its just,alone all the way.To come up with 10 friends you can hang out with,seems to be a task thats beyond my ability.

Anyway,its always nice to be back in contact with friends of old.She has been friends with me since Secondary 2.This is the second time we lost and found each other.Haha.Oh well,hope to keep this up and going again.Thanks for the card,its awesome.I'll write back.Thats for sure.By the way,look who's complaining about bad handwriting.Haha.