Yes, midst of the night tidying up things.
Somehow, I saw your picture.
And finally, your name came to my mind, that name which I have been struggling to recall.
That sense of guilt is overwhelming.
As I was talking to someone about you the other day, I feel so sorry that, even though I remember all those times with you, I just couldn’t get your name out of my mouth.
A name that have given me much laughter, in the very boring school health postings.
A name that I have been calling, everytime when I wanted to be mischievous and disturbed you during lectures.
A name that has brought so much regret for not bidding goodbye to you, even knowing that you were critically ill but I thought that things would get better, given that you were still so young.
How many years has it been since you have left?
Your face, our time, was frozen, at that point when we sat on the piano chair filing in for the students their health report.
We were chatting, I was teasing you with my favourite chinese song even though I know you understand nuts about what I was singing.
And I have somehow made you another Nadiah, another non-chinese friend who can sing one chinese song because of me being a broken record for a week next to you, and the subsequent years in school.
Roz, you are still very much missed.
And... I will always always always remember having a sweet friend like you who can tolerate my noise, my nonsense, and my entertainment.
Be good, wait for me, till we meet at the other end of the rainbow bridge again...
Some day.
