you tripped on the curb, walking along hillside drive, walking to school. i remember Rachel and i laughing. you laughed along.
the short malay boy with nice hair we used to skeeze in the 854 bus on the way to school in the mornings...
how you wore your hair short and cropped at the sides.
Sunset bay. our first foam party. my first time being groped. we fell asleep at the back of the stationary van til dawn.
a picture i recently found stashed away in my sentimental drawer. intended to show it to you when you came around. that, and the cd cover you specially designed for my 15th birthday, kept in mint condition on my bookshelf.
i remember how pretty you looked in your baju kurung one year at hari raya. only you could pull off a gold baju kurung without it looking tacky.
our photoshoot at the esplanade. You; the brilliant photographer. Me; the pouty muse.
being dragged out of zouk, away from paul van dyk. you babysat me, held my hair while i puked and passed me over to adam.
Flea & Easy. my first ever. with you.
our last date. just you and me. blue jazz dinner. long walk that followed. odeon tower. macs. long talk. longer than any we've ever had.
"Dah pangsai? Babe pls tc. Dun make urself look bad withn those ppl. U will b betr. Bt dun take too long 2 b bettr. Even if u perasan forevr young. Love ya!"
you laughed, seemingly unaffected by your condition.
you were always the brave one.
you don't have to feel the pain any longer.
no more discomfort. just peace.
You, i will miss dearly.





farhana dec 1st 1983-jan 18 2009