about the people around you

Longish post! I'm on a mission here, after all.

I want to talk (or rather, type) about the people I miss. Mostly because the holidays have been filled with too little of them, but partly also because I feel that I don't communicate enough with them outside of face-to-face chats and messages about businesslike things. It's not for lack of motivation, it's because I'm just that socially awkward. Yes, even to people who mean the world to me. So... yeah.

First up, I miss Grace. A lot. I haven't seen or spoken to her in ages, and I don't think she even drops by here anymore (heck, no one drops by here anymore, zzz). I wonder if she remembers the time in Form Two when she wanted to call me a totem pole but somehow called me a toomba relic instead. You owe us an outing! And I owe you a story, haha.

It hasn't been as long since I last saw Serene, but it's still been too long. And the last time I saw her wasn't the best of days for either of us, what with our sure-fail Trauma Management test... :( I want a BMT! And you know what, ten years from now I'm gonna go to your hospital and point at the nasal prongs and say that. Heh.

Guatchoo won't ever see this, but I wanna give you a virtual hug anyway. Deep down, Mr Low liked us, I'm sure of it. xD Lol.

My nakama, Zhiyung, will also never see this, but oh well. Ex-aibou, but not ex-nakama eh?

Okay, Pei-hime waltzes in here last because a) she is fashionably late, and b) I was toying with the idea of not including her in this sappy mulch altogether. Don't get me wrong, I do miss you, but somehow I get the feeling that stating it publicly isn't worth the scorn I'll get from you. That, or I might be accused of homosexuality again. Geez.

I guess these're the immediate ones that come to mind. There are others, but I don't think I can quite write about them yet.

As an aside...

I saw a rough draft of a story on an old (think seventeen years of acquaintance) friend's computer recently and it got me thinking about writing shorts again. Seriously, why did I stop? Because it's no longer possible to completely blot out the teacher from my consciousness and write while I'm in class? Or because I am, like I was bound to, finally outgrowing my alternate universe and imaginary friends? Well, I say friends, but I have a feeling my OCs would not like me. Eheh. So I might start again. Might.

You just gotta love Havelock Vetinari.