Munirah

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

while studying at starbucks just now, i met an old friend.

now, this old friend is one of the guys who would go to the carpark's second storey and jump down to a platform just to kacau a cat. he is also one of the guys who would go to a girl's bunk during camp and make eerie noise. and who can forget the countless of mentos he ate to neutralise the smoky smell in school? oh, and the constant dares of going inside the rumoured "haunted block".

and he is also one of the guys who thought that i stay at the 5th floor and asked every single malay house from the 5th to 7th floor if, "munirah tinggal sini?" (when they can just give me a call) and i remember a teacher actually warned me not to be close friends with them because they are under the "black list". and yes, i can not forget the times they "hang out" at the carpark near my house and shouted my name OUT LOUD because i didnt attend school that day. oh, and our various attempt at studying only with me having to constantly wake him up.

and the most rebellious thing i ever did was: to be friends with them. i am such a goody two shoes. i dont even know how come we can be friends lah.

in a way, i kinda miss it. really, they are harmless actually and they can be very sweet, in their own unique ways. and while you can see that they never really change afterall, somehow, the dynamics of the relationship change.

but im glad i met that old friend. make me realise that being angry at a small thing doesnt matter in the end. cause, all we'll be thinking about are the good times (or bad times, but because it is soo kental, it seems like good times).

we are so kental that the song, "this i promise you" actually mean something.