dear mr & mrs bloggie…
It’s been awhile since I went to a birthday party. The ones I went to were of my cousins' and face it, social skills were not exactly required now.
So when Aisha invited me to hers, a masquerade supposedly, I was reluctant. Warned Natassja that a shy me was a damper. She wouldn’t take NO for an answer, ho well, hence eventually I did.
True to my character, I sucked. But that didn’t mean I regretted going- because I did have fun with those selected few. Though I insist on adding, the other whole lot of people that came made me panic a little. Too many for my liking. Pish posh. It didn't help that Aishah's brother also celebrated his birthday so his friends were there too.
Gahhhh.
But one very reason why I was so glad that I dropped by was because of this guy here.
I didn’t meet Farid, or Fred as we all call him, for two whole years, geez. When I saw him there, I wanted to run to him and give him a hug! But of course I wasn’t high enough to be irritating. Kheh.
Catching up with him felt so good. Absence didn’t dampen our badinage one bit. Memories came gushing back, literally, coming from my mouth. Polytechnic wouldn’t be half as good if he wasn’t there. Afterall, he’s one of the guys my baby Ina and I always bullied.
Gone were the days that the whole lot of us crowded at the bus stop, polluting the air with our lit fags, my baby and I being the only two girls there where we were also known back then as “the two bimbos”.
Fred, being the unwilling party *chuckles* would have me as his pillion, riding around his area to search for a place to study with some of his dudes and he would teach me physics, which by the way I scored quite well like oh my goodness, credits to him. The boys, but one, were not even of the same course as me.
It was easy to be a damsel in distress. They adored Ina and me dearly (I should think so) and we took shameless advantage of them.
It was indeed fun hanging out with the educated matreps. Yea, they sure were. Fight still fight, but when it comes to studies, I must say, they rocked it better than my baby and I put together. Kan awak?
In the midst of our happy chat, Fred suddenly pulled the plug by telling me one of ‘em passed away months back. Well, I rather not continue. My heart goes out to his family.
The focus of this story is…I wanna be free again. I miss my usual people in Poly. Happy teenagers rocked.
And with that, I end here, yes abruptly.
Ta~
cinta
fasyalba
To my baby Ina… Plan something please. I miss everyone like mad.
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN, AISHAH!
