Thursday, August 1, 2013

The fond memories

Mostly we regard friendship as a kind of pastime (no longer confused with past time and pass time I hope). We should admit and realize that friendships are getting less close; geographically and emotionally. We have calls from time to time. We reply SMS and Whatsapp. True. But how much spare time do you have for a quality friendship? Very few are strong enough to make us wish for second chance to meet. 

So you saw me in pasar malam and texted me. So happen that I did not notice any incoming messages and naturally I did not reply. To say that you do not need to have friends like me is not my problem. I may sound selfish, but I have more concern on friends who care and understand me. I don't agree that I owe you a sorry, 'coz it is your fault to have high expectation in the first place. Not to mention I have not met you in person, smart ass~

Right. Now, pasar malam. 

I was at the same pasar malam where I first met you. My, that was four years ago.

I wished you were sitting opposite me, so that I can seduce you with my leg under the table. But you sat on my left. And then I had hard time answering your friend's questions. The time passed so slow it felt like interview session. Perhaps you saw my disappointed face, you then held my left hand and acted casually. You played with my fingers occasionally and I gave your hand slight pressure. You look at me the moment I did that. Little did you know that made me broke more cold sweat yet exciting and my smile could never get any wider that night.

Do you remember this?

I don't know why you like this lok lok so much. Each time we passed by you have never failed to take pictures of this stall. If I remember correctly, it was a lobster ball. I hesitated for a moment, clueless on how to respond. Holding the stick of lobster balls in your hand, you whispered to my ears if I would like to have one. Of 'coz I want. So I open my mouth and you fed me. I will not do this to any ordinary friends. Do you feel the same?

Right after that moment, a man came and said hi.

You: Oh hi dad. Meet Jino.
Jino: Hi dad uncle.

Memories like this cannot be replicated without you around. I hope I am right.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot