Did so much catching up with a lot of old friends. Man, it's been 5 years since I last met some of them. 5 years. Time flies so fast. We were in secondary school back then. We were close friends. Missed them.
2 of them are married, 1 with children. Another 2 are getting engaged. Fast eh? Now everyone's doing their own stuffs, living their own life.
Jin Han, my closest friend back then. The 'Yandao' ah beng with his non-stop nonsense, though sometimes corny but who gives a damn. Now he's a delivery guy at Sakae Sushi. Happily attached to his beloved girlfriend. Still the same guy, the same ah beng attitude, different life.
Valerie, one of 3 closest godsisters of mine. Still the same short bubbly cute girl. Still loves to argue with his bro. Still as huggable as before.
Ashiq, the nerdy mat that sometimes tries too hard to be cool. Still the same nerdy mat that sometimes tries too hard to be cool, and fatter. Hairstyle still the same since 4 years ago.
Irawati, my niece, somehow. Haven't got the chance to meet up with her but I finally get her contact number, after years. Still attached to Azrin. 3 years together, wonder they will get engaged.
Fazila, my 'lil sister', although she's older than me. Still as bubbly as ever, as cute as ever. Prettier though. Never knew she was with Jinhan for a year plus. Weird couple, but still sweet.
Daniel, the nerd who tries too hard to be a bad boy. Didn't get a chance to meet up with him. Heard from the rest he's in army and is attached. Still trying to be a bad boy.
Elisa, the sexy slut. Last saw her around Bukit panjang. Still the same girl. Can't people just change for the better.
Aunty Linda, my mummy. Still works at Bukit Batok West(BBW) Mac Donald's as a crew leader. Still the loving and caring mummy that she always has been. She doesn't seemed to age. Love her.
Aunty Nyuk Fong, the Ah lian char bor. Still fierce and brutal, though she's friendly and relek. Still sneaks out food for us to eat.
Aunty Asia, the typical makcik. Still changing her hair colour. Still enjoys talking to us. My heart melts when she cried as I walked into the Mac to say hello. I didn't expect her to be that happy to see me again. She used to talk to me about her problems, family. Cried in front of me. Her listening ear.
Uncle Eng Soon, the tiny uncle, about 1.1m in height. Our very own maintainance guy. Last heard he was admitted to the hospital. Been in the ICU for 3 months. No one managed to get the ward number and hospital he's at. Sigh. Hope he's alright.
Uncle Si Tang and Aunty Mai Lian, the cute China couple. Aunty Mai Lian still the slow motion moving aunty, singing her chinese opera as she works. Uncle Si Tang still the Chee Ko Pe. Nuff said.
Aunty Helen, soft spoken friendly aunty. She retired and moved to somewhere. Never get the chance to say hello.
Lastly, me, the 'good boy'. Not good at all I guess. Still remember, that was the period where I was recovering from grief. The reason I work, to occupy my mind, keep myself busy. Away from thoughts. At a time it was good. And then, I left. Felt like it. Wanted to get away. Just wanted to started another life. Life transition. Leaving everything behind, except memories. Its cruel in a way, especially to some people. Just have to go away.
When I looked back at the life that I left behind, I can't help but wonder how I could just leave behind all those. I missed them. When we sat down and talked about ourselves in the past, we just laugh and smile. At that point of time, we're living our lives together. Now we're living separately yet, I don't know how to explain this feeling that I had when we sat down together. Its like we've never been apart for 5 years. Started chatting like in the old days, sitting outside of MacD.
Before we parted, Valerie asked me, "When will we meet again? Don't let it be years, please bro?". Aunty Asia said, "Don't run away and disappear again, Fie. Come back once awhile and visit us, ok?". I just felt guilty. Left without properly saying goodbye. Never thought it would mean much. I've apologised though I know apologising isn't good enough.
So damn sorry.....
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