i miss the old you

I don't mean anything, I'm just thinking out loud. So, please don't think too much about this post. that is, if you ever read my blog anyway (yes, I know you're getting tired of that statement but hey....).

I always wonder what makes your friend, your friend. Yes, I have some friends who have the same interests as mine and there are friends who share the common grounds (I know, same thing but I just want to use the words) as mine but there are also friends who have nothing in common with me and yet, they're my closest friends.

Take Lily for example. I mock her favourite movies and she mocks mine. I don't understand why Lily (and Midah and kembar too) likes Siti Nurhaliza while she doesn't understand why I (and Ijan and Midah and Zira and Dayah) go gaga over Faizal Tahir. Except for that one month where I completely lost my mind and read only romance novels, I usually don't understand Lily's hankering for those LBD series. I don't quite get why Lily is so evasive with bright colours while Lily doesn't understand my aversion towards nude colours (those colours are boring lah Lily).

We're so different but I wouldn't change her (and all my friends too) for anything.

Okay lah, I would if the price is right. The shoe-throwing in 5,4,3,2.....

I should save that for another post because this post is about something else.

Am I his friend? And is he my friend? I can't quite put it that way. I think the reason why we manage to hold on for this long is because we were novelties to each other. Like he always says, we don't know each other that well so getting to know him is like opening a Pandora box. You don't know what you'll get.

I think I've told him everything that he needed to know and he told me everything what he thought was safe for him to tell me. After all these months, the novelty has worn off and I think tonight, of all nights, confirmed that. He has his own life and I have mine. The boredom that started it all is nowhere to be seen now.

I'm lying to myself if I say that I'm not going to miss him. It's not every day that you found someone who manages to understand most of your jokes and sarcasm.But it's getting boring. We're getting to the point where he knows what my next sentence will be and i know his.

Okay, this is getting weird by the second and before it gets any weirder, I'm going to end this WTF post.

But I really, really want to know his on-off girlfriend's name.

Damn you imbeciles! Enough lah with the insults. Game tu dah habis 4 hari lepas kot. Jangan lah kejutkan aku tengah-tengah malam lagi.