the first time

Last night, at one of our supper sessions with the Usual Suspects, The Diver proclaimed, "Well, today is the 24th of September and it marks the first year of us seeing each other face-to-face."

That's him, that's The Diver for you. He has a knack for remembering things like that, unlike yours truly. He will always start a sentence with, "Back in 1976..." or "In September 2003..."

And he will talk about things that happen in 1973 lah.. 1974 lah... and I'm thinking.. were you not only 8 years old when those things happen??? It baffles me. Sometimes it even crossed my mind that he might be The Highlander or something... Connor Mcleod ke laki aku ni? Semua cerita dia tau... as if he's lived for hundreds of years.

Back to our "one year anniversary". Yes, it was a year ago that we met face to face. Before that I always frequent his blog, sometimes crying at his tearjerker writing (macam Hindustan punya sedeyyy) sometimes laughing my ass off reading his hilarious posts. And MOST times I just feel like bitch-slapping him real good when he was really down and suicidal. Last Raya, when he decided to go to Perhentian and before that he had really sob story postings like how he buka puasa with leftovers la.. apa la.... I just felt like telling him, "Stop it will you!!! Get a grip!!! The world's not going to end if you break up with someone!!!" Well if that someone is Gisele Bundchen ke, worth it la jugak kalau nak bunuh diri. Know what I mean?

I was down in the dumps too at that time. A certain someone was convinced that he loved me with all his heart but honestly, I never thought he actually did have the balls to actually LOVE me. You know, like LOVE, in its purest sense...

But what I did to ignore the pain was channel my energy into other things... like GiftCafe, friends (our girls night out at Micasa), hanging out with GemGem and The Betch at Oswego and Las Carretas (and watching someone sing "I come from the land down under...", melayan mamat-mamat bodoh so that I can blog about their kebodohan (oh, that's so cruel) and my kebodohan as well...

Anyway, back to The Diver. I'm glad we were friends before. All this while until March 2008, I've always cared for him as a friend. I was always concerned about his health, his well-being. And subconsciously maybe I've loved him even from the start. Even from the day I read his "End of a Great Journey" posting. Maybe love should bloom from friendship after all.

Maybe it was just meant to be.