Ghost From the Past

at 8 o'clock this morning, i was woke up by the alarm. after turning it off, the deafening ringing was still there. i searched up and down for the source. and it is from my cell phone. an international number was Blinking on the screen, a number from japan to be more specific. who will call me from Japan? well, who else?

"hello?"
"still sleeping?"
"of course, it is 8 in the morning for God's sake! thanks for waking me up by the way..." a pause. thinking i should really work on my morning attitude. "so what's up?" in a much softer tone.

"oh nothing....just chilling in my car. smoking cigarette. drinking coffee...."

hmm.. good for you, i thought to myself, drinking caffeine at midnight.
"so....yeah, haven't heard from you for a while. is everything OK?"
"a year."
"what?"
"we haven't talked for a year." he said. he went on and told me how he quit his job, started his own company, has been flying back forth between Dalian and Japan almost every month. and mentioned about 7 times that he will be back to dalian next January.

i checked the time. It's 8:30am. i am gonna be seriously late to work. he is still chatting away....while i was pondering when will be a good time to interrupt him and tell him i have to get reay for work, he paused...and started to say something, hesitated again....
For some reason, i KNEW what's coming at that precise moment. i bite my lips so i won't burst out and say "i know what you are gonna tell me! so just say it already!"

"so...." he proceed,
"eh uh?" adjusting the tone of my voice to get ready for the news. but instead, he said. "any updates in the love department."

i chuckled. "yeah. but hmmm.......where should i start....hehe..."
"you know," he said,"you need to take things seriously and start to think about settling down now."

"and you need to stop sounding like my mom." i yelled "and just for your information, i always take things seriously!" there is the morning attitude again.

"i am getting married." ah ha!
"congratulations!"
he finally worked up the courage to tell me the real reason he called. and i was so ready for this moment. i said this word in the perfect cheerful voice.
he then explained how he doesn't care about this wedding. how he get lots of pressure from both sides of the family. how he will not take part in any of the planning, etc etc.

"why do you have to tell me you don't care about the wedding? why can't you be happy for yourself?
silence. he is totally ignoring my question.
"when is the wedding anyways?"
"Jan 31st."

what the fuck!?! that's my parent's wedding anniversary.
"congratulations!" thought it is properiet to say it again.
"i am more worried about my company." he started to tell me how it is hard to manage a company when his girlfriend's dad is managing one of the department, etc, etc...

after i finally got off the phone, i can't stop smiling. i think it is totally hilarious how he is so nervous about telling me the news. how he feels guilty about it and totally denies the fact that he wants to get married. they have been together for seven freaking years. 5 of out these seven years, they were living together. it's perfectly normal for them to eventually walk down the aisel together. who would
think otherwise?
another thing is, he was not my boyfriend, ever.

we went to the same junior high school. but he was in Japanese class. and i was in english class. i was, apparently, a joke between his friends. and one day, he told
me he liked me just to put an end to all the joking arounds. the reason i like him has everything to do with my english teach who is also the head teacher of my class.

i hate, notice the present tense here, my english teacher. she is a greedy, manipulative, cold blooded bitch. she hunts for innocent souls of 13, 14 years old. Before she slaughters them mercilessly, she enjoys and takes her time to torture them. what more painful than the years i spent with her is to think of the fact that she teaches, oh i mean, tortures more and more innocents souls over the years after i had moved on.

both of us are her victims. We bonded quickly out of hatred. he started to walk me to the bus stop after school. we had good times cursing about the bitch. then we grow up and we went to different high schools. i was ready to forget about my english teacher and carry on with my life. (i never did forget or forgive her though.) and he was ready to have a real girl friend. so he did. and he is marrying the same girl in this coming January. i don't know why he feels kinda guilty about it. i wanna him to be happy as much as he wants to me to.