Mr Bad Media Karma

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Thursday, December 28, 2006

Right Through You

I am honestly baffled by the thought process of some people. I changed my phone number. You didn't get it. Big deal! The fact that you ony found out recently says something else doesn't it - how long it's been since you last called. And therein lies my point. Why would you need my number anyway if you have no intention of using it? Does it symbolize someting more? What good is a phone number in your address book that is never dialled? I did bring your number over, in the vain hope that I would need it someday.

I do remember the last time you called me. That was when I knew that our friendship was on its last legs. I was at Cine having dinner with Wei Ren. You called and asked if I wanted to go for the Zouk 10th year anniversary party.

'Isn't he going with you?'
'No. That's why I'm asking you.'

How do you think that felt?

And from that day on, no call. No sms. Not even a message on MSN.

So when we finally do meet, I make mistakes. I am late. I can't look at you. Is it really that hard to figure out why? As Meng said, people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones at others.

You scan the credits for your name, and wonder why it's not there.

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