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Speed of Sound

It dawned upon me. Just now. In the flick of a booger..har..no..moment. I don't have that many friends at all. Honestly. Well, i can say friends, as in friends, but i only have a number of them. You know, the type you can just ring and they'll familiarize with your voice like the speed of sound. I don't mingle much, but i get to say hi to almost everybody, but there's no touch, like people say, tak ada feeling ah. They come and pass and you don't care. You don't seem to want to.

But i do have friends. At least. They don't occupy the whole world, but they're the world to me. They're not much in numbers, but they're okay. These are the types of friends you would want to carry in your hearts to your last breath. I know i did.

We had buka puasa session, the three of us, me, Mayrie and Shah. We picked him up at his rumah tak ada pagar, and enduring excited stares from his housemates, we told him to drive the car, for we, ladies of the Chancellory, sometimes needed to be pampered. I nearly had a seizure during our short but gut wrenching journey to Deen. Anyway, guess who bumped into me. Zihan. A friend from the University who later became my colleague during our Nitrogen testing helluva time at DXN. My my..8 months pregnant and looking oh ever so pretty. Mayrie was interested in her husband by the way. So i called, Zihan!! It repeated. The bad experience i have gone through with her. Sehatnya hang...Awat sehat sangat? Aku sehat pun takpa aku ada isi...

Oh..celaka..