Today is not abt counting the days in Ramadhan. Came in after the hectic traffic congestion, wet weather, a traffic accident near Jurong East IMM which involve death of a rider coz I saw that blue tent and a wrecked motor-bike. I was alerted to drive even more carefully. Thankfully I wasn’t at all sleepy. Reach office at 9ish and my team member and lead are not around. So here I am almost 11 and I very much did only 1 task which is urgent. If it wasn’t, it probably would still be in my inbox by now.
I started uploading my road trip photos on the Facebook and then paused at the above photo. *ya ya very sentimental* To many, its just 2 person with their cars, no big deal, u might say that. I beg to differ. Before we even knew it, our friendship have reach a mark of 15 years. Who would have thought nor imagine that one fine day, we both would have been successful in our life with a job we can depend on, can afford a car, and drive all the way to Malacca….I don’t remember I imagine doing all this while we sit at the tip of the Guilin rocks….did u Pak Lang? I don’t think so. Coz back then I was more afraid of slipping down and falling off the cliff. *LOL*
It all started one January morning in 1993 somewhere in the quiet corner of our secondary school day 1 near within Bukit Timah where the old Dunearn used to be, and I still love that old site. That, I believe is our first encounter. I still recalled my school uniform. I was looking all nerdy with my really unfashionable hair, big specs, below knee-length skirt and an oversize shirt, I think. Why I can explain such details, coz Pak Lang is nice enough to have shared that photo with me. It was our class photo. Pak Lang back then was so skinny and tall, and u can imagine how skinny tall guy looks in Sec 1 shorts….super short shorts….*yes, please imagine, I’m not abt to put up pictures* hahaha….But it somehow created somewhat an impression to my dear friend *only recently got to know*, which is more important lah. But I guess friendship is not based upon much physical attraction, eventually we somehow “clique” along the way….and still do *syukur alhamdullilah* Just so everyone know, we were once counsellors concerning matters-of-the-heart. Not those school prefect kinda counsellors but more of, ‘Heart-Broken club counsellors’. We were not experts but I guess we just provided a listening ears and shoulders to cry on, to those friends who needed it, then. They are all married now except us counsellors. Get my point now!!! My advice, if you are a counsellor now – QUIT IMMEDIATELY!!!! ahhahahaaa….
If I say that 15 years of friendship is not challenged by its ups and downs, that’s a lie. We had our fair share of tears and unhappiness and everything sad, merajuks and pujuks…unanswered phone calls…etc…etc. But we had a balance share of happiness, cheers and joys and laughters. Loads of it that I’m so afraid of losing it. Infact, its hard to put into words or even if I ever write a book, it probably wouldn’t be the same as going through those 15 years of friendship from day one to present days. How we changed so much but yet some things in us are still who we are on the first day we met. I am glad to have him around. He’s turning 30 soon, doesn’t at all look like he is nor behave like one *that’s a compliment btw* So if I’d known him for 15 years, that’s makes it half of his lifetime…ain’t that a whole lot. I’m 28, he’d known me like more than half my life.
Actually, we did somehow lost touch at one point in time when I went to poly but somehow we met again, and we just picked-up where we left off. Before we knew it, from a party of 2….there is now four. We are now, F-Four. Depending on the scenario, we could be Fantastic-4, Fabulous-4, Fat-4, Funny-4, Freaky-4….and the list goes on and on….The other two are Jude and Alfonso.
Jude may know me just 11 years, but I guess she can tell me things, that I haven’t even bring up yet. I guess I spent my daylight with her everyday except weekends. That’s why she can read me. My mood, expressions, gestures can tell her if i’m down or up or anything. But one thing she can’t tell until this very day is …when …..”I CUCI MATA”…i’m very discreet. You’ll never catch me! After I’m done, she’ll go, “Did you saw that guy?”..I’m like, “Ya, since just now”. And she goes, “what???!!! never share! can’t see u cuci mata leh?” – something like that…
As for Alfonso, he’s the newest of them all in my list of chill out khakis and he’s 1/4 of F4, and I’m getting to know him better each and everyday….Many things we do share, we are both monkeys, and I mean born in the year of monkeys, we are ’80s babies. Our fathers’ name is the exactly the same. So we could pull it off as siblings if we pass the Customs. Like I said, I’m getting to know him better each and everyday….but I know he is somehow related to Pak Lang…though he is younger, I think Pak Lang need to call him Uncle…go figure that out. I’m barely getting it 
Ok so back to my topic. Since today’s posting is a dedication of my friendship with Pak Lang as I reminisce about those olden days, I shall leave it as that.
To Pak Lang, many more happy years with you, my dear friend. I love your “Ramadhan-version” though I need a lil bit of getting used to *wink wink* So please downgrade after Ramadhan, as I’m sure F3 prefer the original non-upgraded version 
and so do I *ROFL*
Love u ..and love u all!!! My wonderful friends wherever you may be…..
To conclude, *sidetrack* I’m proud to say that I didn’t do any work except one only since morning and now is LUNCH TIME. Since its ramadhan, its sleeping time *pardon me pls* But you people have no idea what it feels like when its 2:00pm…I even thought of hiding under the table and sleep. But I need to go check my IU unit first coz I’m getting the season carpark here in my office building…i no need to park there anymore……yippie…!!!
End of post typing at 12:16PM….I did it…..5 and Half hour more to go…..
