i miss you guys

I miss you guys loads. I miss Oklahoma a heck lot. And I miss the times when we were hanging, the guys over at our place and cooking for us. Oh yes, we bullied them a lot. But whaddya know, they were better chefs than we were. Remember Shaikha? We bought macaroni and cheese, cooked rice with the microwave. Imran lighting up his cigarette with the stove. Mind you, it's not the live-flame kind. More like a hot plate. How he did it? I have no idea.

School and Dr. Larry, who was the Sports and whatever-it-was teacher. Go-karting and miniature golf and stupid DDR nonsense whereby I have really poor hand-to-eye coordination. Mike and his silly escalator thing in the empty pool. Pretending to be playing hardcore tennis but with no ball. Eggs made out of flour and our very own water parade. Chinese food with spicy chicken rice kinda chilli that reminded us of home and the waitress who went "Would you like some wa-tah?".

Memories. I have all these memories to live through again.

Oh yeah. Most importantly. Long, thick, middle-of-the-back-length kinda hair. And graduation, in the rain and taking stupid pictures. How could I forget the tornado that had us mostly crying and crowded in the room with no idea as to what to do and asking Google for advice (funny how CNA actually showed it in Singapore).

We were messier than the guys. But there were only two of them in the penthouse. Four of us, last one to wake up got the least amount of steaming hot water. Blow-drying my hair everyday. Virgin dye, two boxes and lots of laugher and commentaries. Sleeping beside Shaikha, who steals pillows and covers and leaves me 1/4th of the bed to survive.

:D

We have to meet up soon. And I know Kris is gonna hound me for photos. Photos trigger off memories, I'd rather relieve every moment again with you guys. With pictorial evidence or not.