[A post for keepsake] Agreeing to studying in a group with some old school kids on Wednesday was just the most crimminal move ever but you know, I'm glad I did. Nothing beats sitting around & catching up with Din, Shah & Syafiq. Din's hair grew into a rat's nest that all my stationery can fit in there. So after a couple of minahs left, including Jubo, we took over the table at Starbucks & realised that everyone else decided to leave just as we settled down. We planned on where to work and where to go and who's party we'd crash so that Syafiq can DJ, haha. & it seems good, promising enough. I still find it weird how the four of us can actually do this when we were far more distant back in the primary school days. It's even weirder that we talk about femmes.
At 6ish, 7, Din left for someplace & stole my SS guide book. Huiting came over after celebrating her 9th month & filled up the gap. My, what a fucking family reunion! Huiting became the topic of the table including other closet issues. HAHAHHAHAHA. I swear we're such bitches man. Shah's body jerks & Huiting's attempts at killing the DJ with her silver slipper. Syafiq's attempt at stabbing her with his lights in return. [Read: Home-grown kids from the hood & true blue siblings]. Then there's the fighting with Shah and poking chain from me to Huiting & back again. For what? For a fucking complimentary ice water. Hahahaha. I gave up & went to the counter instead & came back with a Family cup. It's as though the ice water's holy family water or some shiz. Shah lighted my cigarette for me. [Read: Kiss & make up]. The family's aye okay again. Hahaha. This thing's really cracking me up.
In less than an hour after Huiting's arrival, the boys left for some father-son bonding: fishing for hookers down lorongs while the girls left for mother-daughter rekindling: eating & impulse shopping. I had veggie stuck in my teeth [utterly gross] so I used the straw as a pick for the first time ever & made my gum bleed :D I can't believe I actually typed/said shopping. Cos hey, my shopping = records/band shirts. But we raided Topshop's knickers department after "thinking through". We got tired & sat at the bottom of the non-sheltered overhead bridge, talking until it drizzled. At first I thought it was her spit on my arm hahaha. We ella ella-ed & went over the bridge & rain-danced with a bangla haha.
Then I think again, how often do such eventful days occur? Just so rarely. & how many times more will they repeat? Never. So people, cherish all the shit that you've got or at least, appreciate it. You'd never know what kind of memories you'd remember about now, simply five years from now.
