Stars
Sunday, 22 April 2007
♥ 23:52
This post is dedicated to Debra Koh, who was my ex-schoolmate in RGPS.
The sky seems clearer tonight.
I spotted a lot more stars more than usual.
I heard somewhere that when someone leaves this planet, they go back to the star from which they came from. Maybe that's why the sky is exceptionally clear tonight, with more and brighter stars than usual.
I never really knew Debra.
I just knew she smoked.
Only 13.
She smoked when she was 11. In the toilet cubicles of RGPS.
That's why I gossiped about her. She smoked. At age eleven. In an all girls school, a school which they call an elite school. They even put up smoke detectors in the toilets after that.
But I never knew the reason why she smoked. I just listened to the gossip, and thought badly of her for everyday until today.
Natty called me a couple of minutes ago.
She told me someone had drowned. The name "debra" ringed a bell somewhere.
Oh. My. God.
That was the only thing I could say.
Natty probably took it harder than I did. Debra was her ex-classmate. She told me she still has this teddy bear Debra had given her.
Everything, all that gossip about her, all that shit I said about her, it's like a distant dream. Or a nightmare. A fragment in the mirrors of my memory.
Debra, I never knew your parents were divorced. Even though that really isn't a really good reason to smoke, I still had no rights to talk like that about you. We all didn't.
Debra, you were becoming such a beautiful lady. When all 600 P6 students were in the hall that day, and the teacher made that announcement about the fact that no one bothered to clear up the dishes in the canteen, you were the only one who bothered to go all the way down and clear up the mess the rest of us has made. You even cut your hair short.
You are a beautiful lady.
But now you're gone.
You probably never knew me. But I knew you, though unfortunately, for the wrong reasons.
Sorry Debra.
You had to pay for the sins of others.
But you're a star now.
That's what matters, right?
Rest in peace,
my dear,
Debra.
