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Monday, August 07, 2006 |
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JOCK UNSTRAPPED
On my way to work for an Overtime (so I can afford the poison that will bring me to my grave), I've decided to reward myself with a Starbucks Mocha Choco Frap. And that's for making myself put on clothes, and ask my brain to tell my corpulent ass to stand up and go to work.
Enter Jurmobin Baddiri.
Jur was the typical soccer jock in high school, worked out, cheated through Geometry class, did catcalls, nasty pranks, had the usual crowd of testosteroned friends, dated my friend, got her, bagged her and ditched her. Though jock as he was, he was one with a brain.
So our conversations back then were summed to one-liners, mono-verbal instructions and nods that seem to suffice the needed communication quota. Owing to the fact that we swam in different circles and that in rules of dating and relating, friends tend to detach from other friends once they have a boyfriend to hang out with, there so much indifference between us. It's like De-Magnetism 101.
After approximately six years since I last saw him, the last five hours has been amazingly comfortable. He wasn't such a bad guy after all. In fact, he even falls under the Scarlet Category of the kind of people that makes people like me come out with a bad complex. In a different lifetime, he might just be someone you can pass off as a really good friend.He still is.I guess the years must have had slapped in some sense in us and generally speaking has made us reset our goals to real time. We talk about how the rest of the class was doing, the fears, the pressure, the major changes, the developed reflexes, the late blooming, the rise and fall of dynastic expectations and it was a very rare glance to who he was.
That was one over time that no amount of money can ever compensate.(aawww.... a happily ever after tale...) *fairy tale mode off* |
posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 9:17 PM  |
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Name: LetsGetSoakingWet
