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The Man
Name: Mohamed Hafiz. A.k.a Fizzy Age: As you get older, you realise age doesn't matter. 23 if u still want to know.
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Monday, May 10, 2010
I have never received a phone call that could make me shake so much. Is it out of anger?? Nervousness?? Relief?? Or am I just glad to hear that long forgotten familiar voice which I loved to hear so much?? Thinking back, I still can't believe I answered that call. A moment of weakness where I was sleeping and I actually thought I was dreaming that somebody called me made me answer the phone. And when I heard u say hello, I couldn't react at all, shocked and unable to find my composure. My first thought was to actually just tell u off and to never call again. But I guess there was just something in me that refrained me from doing so. Why oh why do I always have a soft spot for you I will never know. To tease u, to hear your laughter, to hear you cry and of course, your regular complaints(hahahaha), it was so nostalgic. And listening to the way that you talked, I knew that the person whom I was in love with for the very memorable 3 years of my life was back. Don't ask how I knew cos I just know. The gentleness, the same sweet giggles. You weren't the other "you" that you created and believed yourself to be. Cos when I first met and fell for you, this was the person that I saw in you. That I believed in. I'm glad that you came to your senses. =) After we said our goodbyes, I laid there on my bed thinking whether what happened was reality or just my mind playing tricks on me. With your passport photo in hand, I kept reminiscing of all the things we used to do together. The beginning. The end. And through it all, I kept asking myself "what if this" "what if that". What Ifs. People say what ifs is just a way of saying that a person regrets his/her actions or lack of it. Is it true?? Maybe. But I do know that I have done things. Some bad, some good. And the only heartening thing that I can really take out of it is that, I might have done something really well that you just couldn't forget about me. Cos if scars were the only thing that I gave you, I think you would have just given me that middle finger with a wide variety selection of vulgarities for my ears and eyes(skarang zaman msn technology) to embrace. A question that I wanted to ask that day so badly kept bugging me in my head. Why?? Why is it so important for you that you need things to be good between the two of us?? On another note: I have an easy philosophy that I believed in. For me it's easy. I have a section called friends. And another section called people. And a fine line separates this two section altogether. So your side. Choose wisely.
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