she doesn't call me as often as when she used to. but i still get the familiar phone call of when she wants to ask something or she just wants someone to talk to.

we haven't been as close as we were. we barely go out now, but i can still count on a message or a call from her or even her leaving a silly comment on my blog. and each time, it always makes my day. to know my Hachi is happy or will be happy.

her real name is Deirdre. hard name to pronounce but i got it right the first time. i have actually known her since i was nine but we definitely got closer in form two, when we sat next to each other. it was the same routine everyday , she'd be talking about something and i'd be listening. but i never got bored.

she was always such a fragile thing. cute too. i guess maybe that's why she followed me around. all she wanted was for me to take care of her. and i tried my best. i just hope it was enough.

but now she doesn't need me to take care of her anymore. and i couldn't be more proud of her. she's found true love, as she says, and that makes me happy. jealous sometimes, but always happy.

she's turning 16 today. with the amount of things we've been through together, we sometimes forget our age. but that's just us.




"to our band, Hachi was somewhat of an animal mascot,
well, she was rather our muse. her smile alone made the place
much brighter. be it at the studio or during a concert,
it encouraged the whole band."
-Oosaki Nana