I’m back from a kenduri/ bbq at a friend’s house. My friend since a dozen years ago. One fifth of my lovelayy p.a.r.t.a.i.
Five fingers on my left hand come in short when counting I have to include the other five on my right hand. It has been at least eight years since our glory days of Makan-makan kat Rumah …….. (fill in the blank).
I remembered the boys singing bangun pagi gosok gigi, cuci muka terus mandi to Baby, and how she preferred Rosdaniel over the other boys (if my memory serves me right). Back then, Baby was still this small girl you want to picit-picit and play with. Just now, when I saw her friends, all grown up (already in sekolah menengah can you imagine?) something hit me I don’t know what.
Call me crazy or whatever, but I do miss high school (like totally ha ha). The one belakang rumah, not the one tepi kubur.
These are some pictures of us at Makan-makan kat All Over.
.....not the regret or what ifs.....