lately i've been having tons of nightmares, i don't know why..
yet i do, you aren't supposed to know though, dear reader.
There's one i can vaguely recall, and it isnt a nightmare.
You, jasmine, were in it.
It all started out with an impulsive message i sent to you, asking if you'd like to go out together.
Obviously i didn't expect you'd turn up, since you fell MIA ever since the japan trip.
But that sunny day, on an unknown stone pavement on mt. faber, you were there, waiting and checking your phone.
I apologized profusely for being late, and for something else i cannot remember now.
You admitted that you didn't want to be here, but said "oh heck, its not as if we'll be seeing each other often for the days to come"
So we took off for a long walk under the gentle sun, with the breeze coming from the sea (is that a sea?)
And suddenly, you, being clumsy, tripped over the uneven terrain, and we soon found ourselves on a precarious slide down a long steep slope.
Suddenly, it wasnt precarious anymore, your face was brightly lit, you were obviously enjoyng the ride.
A very odd scene indeed, 2 people laughing and letting loose while supposedly rolling down a hill.
Then..
then we hit the base, and still lying on our backs, we watched as the clouds drifted sheepishly in the sky.
You were giggling and smiling to yourself.
For the moment, i felt like i was released, forgiven, but from what? I dont know.
The next moment we found ourselves visiting my school, PJC that is. It didn't even remotely resemble the actual PJC though.
And as we were walking near the tennis courts, you turned and asked me
"Do you think the delivery comes here? Why don't we get some lunch via delivery?"
"delivery?" i asked, 'you mean like.. macs?"
"no! hahaa" you replied, "starbucks"
"hm.. starbucks" i pondered..
"Lasagne? you want lasagne?" you suggested "LASAGNE IT IS!"
and the next instance, we weren't phoning the delivery, but we found ourselves in the school library.
The rest is murky, and too dialogue laden.
All i know is, the day ended with my wallet empty, but nevertheless, i was happy.
Where are you, my dear odd friend?
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