Sunday, August 7, 2011


I got dragged out of bed to go have coffee with Michael, Phuong and Simon. Then we all went and shopped a little bit.

Phuong and Simon went home. Michael and I decided to head to Darren's.

On my way there, Peter called me and said if I was out he'd talk to me later. I told him to just tell me anyway. I knew something wrong happened as Peter would never cry to me, nor hesitate in telling me anything.

He told me that King passed away this morning. As I type this, I still can't comprehend it. No! I don't understand.
I really just don't understand.
I don't get it?

King, my close friend since I was 13. He was my best friend all throughout high school. And yeah, we lost touch when I moved to Melbourne but we hold a dear place in our hearts for each other.

His mum wanted us to get married! Hahahaha but in our childhood world, we thought we'd save each other for the future so we remained always close friends. I spent an hour on the phone with Peter just reflecting on old memories and just laughing, crying.

Jordi then called me and she cried to me. Everyone started messaging asking if I'm okay, knowing that I was close to him.

The thing that gets me angry is that he overdosed, on tramadol and sleeping pills. Unintentionally of course, but intentionally for a high. I hope the others learn.

I didn't want to go home so I went to eat with Michael, Annette, Darren, Brenton... and everyone else. I kept my mind busy but I was so confused. My sister was being so caring as well, and kept messaging me memories that she remembered.

I went to all his film awards as his date, his first and last.

He asked me to his formal, but I had to say no. I was betrothed to my family friend as his formal date. I had so many arguments with my mum for my family friend to take my sister instead but they said she was too young. King and I were so angry I couldn't go with him but we danced all night anyway. Jordi was so mad when she found out she was second choice, that was so funny, she was so mad at both of us!

Argh, I can't type anymore. I went home and opened up boxes to try and find his letters. I ate a tub of ice cream. Then I played music until my voice ran dry. I tossed and turned in my tears to sleep.

I just wish I could hug him one last time.