Friday, January 11
[This dough machine isn't budging]
Rewind back to 4th of January.
First things first. I woke up to slightly swollen eyes cos I was sad I hadn't the chance to send Isaac off at the airport. I had work, see. I cried an inch or two deep on the bus ride home from work the night before. Wtf, it's only 3 days into the new year man. Nice to know he left me a little something which kinda triggered the crying, haha. At least now I have something to hold on to, to prove to myself that this friendship actually personally, physically exists.
I reached Coffee Club at 1ishpm to get my paycheck. Wooowee. Went on to Republic food court for lunch with Zameer whilst waiting for Renu. After eating I had to poop so I hobbled to the toilet & didn't poop but there was a revelation I've been waiting for after more than a year now.
I got my fucking period! Read: I AM FEMALE.
Hahahaha, only I get excited over things like this. Then Renu finally came & we hoarded a couple of shops before settling for Forever 21. I was waiting for Skinneh & Raqiah at the same time. I got a thermal of F21. Later when the two came we left Zameer/Renu & sat outside take for a few nicostiks before heading to Far East Plaza. Bumped into Lester/Shaik.We gave up looking for a tattoo parlour & ended up shirt-shopping at the upper levels. Shmoked somemore outside KFC. Met Sashimi for a while cos it was her lunch break. Then took the train down to bedok to take a bus down to East Coast beach.
Syafiq+Din's birthday barbecue celebration, bitch!
I still owe Din his present. Now he's gonna pester the fuck outta me until he gets one. I was late to meet HT, Papadoom & Fuckface. I still can't believe Papadoom went to the beach wearing a formal belt with his shirt tucked in!! Furthermore, I missed the stop. Hahhaha. We made it there by 7pm. Skinneh fits in nicely with us! Haha. I pity HT still. She got bullied by the dad. Papa jahat. HAHAHA. We meddled with the radio & the ONLY cd. Fucking old school stereo. Yikyakfrickfrack. We showed them noobs how we really hang. Din was being a major ah pek, or rather Wak Din, with the striped shirt & fanning the food on the grill. It didn't help that he was our major cigarette supplier. Made him look seriously like them underground contraband cigarette sellers. Then slowly I realised the familiar faces from primary school. Awie's a tough nut now but it wasn't even 11pm when he was fucking wasted. Hahahha. All was cool, I could even handle the number of mats around, until Amirah came with rabbit ears. Irked me out. HT+Kela+Me were bitching about her & Syafiq's lack of taste. Well, until he found Kela that is. :D Some major heart to heart with the Dad & camera-whoring. & a little kick of drama even - the leaving, the losing, the pouting. HAHA.
Already drunk but wouldn't admit it still.
Your primary colours.
We go all the way from back then & still keeping it real.
ZZZOMG I POUNDED ON TONNES OF FAT.
Despite all that separation & scandalous acts behind each other's backs. ;]
There, I got you your first rhyme, Mr Producer-Wannabe.
Finally, a picture-perfect family portrait.
[Delete internal alcohol content]
Then came the shit part. We were dead late for the bus. So when we saw 197 coming in, we ran like madfucks. HT pwns in flip flops. We were still gasping for air in the bus, on the way to the interchange. We're getting way too old for this. We can't go around turning tricks anymore, haha. Saddest ,ost fucked up thing was that the last train to Boon Lay was at 11.37pm. Were were there at most 12am. Skinneh had to take the cab home. Bini marah, you know. I'm still so dead sorry about that man.
