This is the 151 post. (is there a plural in post?)
Its funny how you meet old friends and everyone claims to know the other better. Last night, 2 old schoolmates, a doctor and one whose family owns the probably one of the oldest bakery in town, and an old college mate who's well established in advertising met up for drinks. (ok, I think she is because she's leftfield and knows some of my deepest darkest secrets). She hides our friendship well.
Its funnier how everytime you meet old buddies, old stories are regurgitated and told with renewed fervour like it never happened. The doctor reminded me again how blasted I was at his 16th birthday. Today, I learned that I told him mum to f**K off when she tried lying me down. Apparently, she still recalls the incident rather fondly. The baker boy swore by the tale while smirking rather lasciviously at the thought. You cant choose old friends.
The ad girl, WSP, is pro oppostion because she's anti government. I argued that you can be anti opposition and anti goverment as well. Its not about equations but your philosophy. She rightly pointed out I've never stood for anything. I wish she stops calling me.
The mystery of missing white shirt is solved. The auntie claims she doesnt have it and I certainly havent misplaced it in my tiny square feet of space. Its no longer a mystery, its missing.
Then again, I've never been bothered much about clothes.
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Encik Sicko, do yourself a favour and call this number for your plumbing woes: Ah Jin 016 483 7134.
Maybe someone kept it for your scent.
That's why Shorty has yet to find HIS white shirt.
Don't look at me like that. I'm sure there are others like me.
sometimes what you're looking for is just right there in front of you but u don't seem to see it.
leen, thanks. the number's real i hope.
ylanda, i keep have give my sweat shirt. its fully scented.
simply me. i look up, down and around,i still dont see the white shirt.
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