Sunday, September 12, 2004

lesson #25: i have some fresh bad news, just for you!

Have been trying to compose my bad-news letter for hours. So far have only completed one lousy draft, which will no doubt go into the bin, as soon as my braindead self manage to come up with a less horrifying one.


Actually I've almost finished writing a much nicer draft of the refusal letter. All that's left for me to write is just that tiny teeny crunch: the refusal paragraph itself. The rest (buffering intro, alternatives, forward-looking ending) have fallen into place. I've even designed a letterhead, for goodness' sake. The letterhead is probably the most commendable thing about the bloody letter, tho.


Today was quite productive. Did readings, researched for presentation on Atkins diet (didn't know it causes bad breath as side effect - eww), did the wretched assignment... All that's left is Stats revision, and I'll be a happy bunny.


So let's talk about stuff that are even more depressing than the bad-news letter. Like S, for example. I guess after his interest waned, he found no need for us to be good friends anymore. Can't blame him either. I did lead him on, and I'm sorry about that, but is it really too late now for me to extend friendship once again? Yes, we're separated by age. But it's only two years. Yes, we're separated by distance and circumstances. But it's only distance and circumstances. I'd like it if he'd say hi once in a while, when we're both online. Admittedly, sometimes I do ignore people when online. But at other times, I go through all my online contacts and make an effort to just say hi and catch up. I guess he's busy and had other priorities. I guess.


But before, he'd always made time for me.


And I miss that. I miss you, S.


Can't people ever just be friends, without all the complications involved? Maybe nothing was real, before. Maybe it was all just a game. Just a phase that we'd grown out of. But sometimes, I'd like to go back to that place. For old times' sake. Maybe we're too young to drift into nostalgia. But what if, before we knew it, we've grown too old to go back?