Eloquently entwined in the dance of memories refined, are my smiling tears and your hand in mine.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Ebb and flow with the soundbound wind.

I walk out of the school gate, literally pushed into a sea of swarming polka dots, the cacophony of voices filling my ears. I blocked out the sound almost immediately, plugging two black obnoxious looking ear plugs in. I stared out at the azure blue sky. Nobody was to take the bus with me that day. I looked out to the sky, and felt the wind blow south. Were you thinking of me?

For the sky that we look at is the same, wherever we are, whenever it is.

You are many people. You. You are my sworn sister, my best friend. You are a frog that you caught. You are a person who made me realise that a bassist is not a fish. You are the first person to cry for me. You are the person who created me. You are someone I rarely get to see, but most people see their version of you daily. You are someone whom I met on the first day of school. You are someone who I can only contact through facebook or MSN now. You are somewhere else, in Malaysia, England, somewhere far away. You are near, just a few metres away from me, in all your beauty. You are somewhere in Singapore, probably sms-ing your mother. You are somewhere. You are everywhere. Yet you... Are nowhere.

And the earth on which we stand on, it is the same.

It makes no sense, really, what is happening. I constantly think of you. You and your smile, your voice, the way you run, walk, laugh. The way you sing, you dance. The way your fingers move in an oh-so-graceful manner across the piano. The way you pressed my fingers over sharp strings, forcing me to learn how to play your favourite tune. The way you begged me to teach you how to draw manga eyes. The way you wanted to buy me a bracelet before we said goodbye; a beginning of a strange friendship. The way that you put your head on my shoulder in the rain, after the PSLE Listening Comprehension, and everyone thought that we were lesbians. The way you hugged me, called me 'mom' and asked me to cook Sakura's meat for you. The way you trashed me by over two-hundred points in scrabble. The way you shout "Don't touch me!" whenever I execute my ultimate magical touch. The way you insist that you are flowerpot one second and Mahatma Gandhi the next. The way we sat down together, sang, wrote a song & even tried to act professional. The way we played football with ice in the netball court. The way we sat on the chibi Als at VivoCity and contemplated the truth of life. The way you say "Silky shiny hair, whoo!" at disparately random moments in class. The way just a few days into secondary school, we went to McDonald's and I expressed my wish to have a simple life in this school. The way we walked to west mall under the setting sun, describing how the second Naruto Shippuden Opening, Blue Bird, describes our lives. The way... The way everything happens.

It is you.
I think of you.
And when will you realise, that all this while, I've been trying to say, "I love you."?
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Okay... So this is a dedication to everyone that I think of, especially those days when nobody takes the bus home with me. The wind always seems to blow south in my opinion. Probably, there's some mathematical explanation to that.
The reason why I express everyone as a 'you', is because I want these messages to be conveyed to you in a personal manner. You'd probably catch where you are. I mean, the people who are mentioned here. It'll be quite obvious, actually, to you. I mean, these are the memories I remember most. I wonder if you guys also think the same. Maybe I think too deep and too much about memories and small little incidents. I just hope it's not unreciprocated...

Veni,vidi,vici... 3:41 AM