oh the healing powers of the passage of time and the quiet strength of maturity....Shahnaz called me and we talked like when we were friends way back when, way before us.and the nice thing was there was no animosity.no hidden emotional traps.i would not retract my statement of him using me though.that's true but that's the past.(SO SHAHNAZ if you're reading this and you want to merajok..up yours! heheh).that statement was stated but not meant to antagonize.so this little Paki boy said he called just to say hi but i knew BETTER!he just wanted to action-terror coz he wanted to tell me he has a girlfriend.wanted to use me as a media vehicle and do a reuters with this bit of news.oi shahnaz, read my lips...do you think anyone gives a damn?is your butt tattooed in gold?:) ok..ok.truthfully,i was happy for him when he gave me the 411 on his girlfriend because it was NOT that sorry little scarved one that he was supposedly infatuated with a few months ago.oh boy...i was in secondary school with that scarved one for 4 years and i hardly uttered a word to her coz she had such an oh-i'm-so-beautiful type attitude that rattled me (and many others) to no end. please...in secondary school, nobody's beautiful.we were all stinky, pre-adolescent, hormone-raged, stressed-out little vermins with a paltry allowance, parental-reign supreme and insanely strict curfews. i'm sure the scarved one was not spared the boot-camp.if shahnaz were to really end up with the scarved one, my reputation would take a nosedive.too messy and too horrendous to say why but thank God shahnaz saw the light about the dark.i don't know how i managed to pull away from shahnaz and my modes of self-destruction to a revelation of liberation and then now to total elation but my positive embodiment of life now is due to, as i stated before, the healing powers of the passage of time and the quiet strength of maturity but most of all, it's my Azim. Pure, unadulterated joy. Yes...he is my euphoria.