Monday, June 14, 2004

as if i didn't feel old enough celebrating AchaK's 19th birthday on Friday, i got slapped by reality on the other cheek yesterday.

there i was getting dressed and doing my hair when i realised...... God, i'm going to my friend's wedding.

NuruL's wedding.

at that very instance of realising it's a major life event for her, flashbacks of the first time we all knew each other came flooding in. the times we hung out together with the rest of the group, celebrating our birthdays, going out for movies and stuff like that. most of the images in my head were of us still in our respective skool uniforms. that was 6 years ago.

6 years.

goodness fucking gracious me.

the whole surrealism was further enhanced when i saw her on the pelamin. she looked really beautiful. tudung and all. i haven't seen her in eons, and to see her as she was just now...... i just couldn't believe it.



what happened to the skool-skirt-wearing teenage girl that i knew?

wasn't it just a few months ago that we first went out as a clique?

is time really that supersonic to pass us by without we realising it?



well, she's a grown woman now. all happy on one of the biggest days of her life.

the whole time i was at the wedding i was back-tripping. so many familiar faces from my past in a multi-purpose hall in the heart of a district that used to be my second playground. SafuaN... HasnaH... HanA... SardineS... FazriL... and a number of acquaintances. but the one person that i was expecting to see couldn't come. IzrinA had to work, and so she couldn't make it to the wedding. it was through her that i knew everyone there.

3 years being with her brought alot of good memories back. even the ride home on bus 157 seemed so familiar. i bet my ass i've sat in that same bus before. the journey made me reflect on alot of things. Jurong West still looked the same and it still had the same homely heartlander's comfort that i felt everytime i came to fetch her or send her home.

and for the rest of the journey i felt like a 17 year-old again......

i guess everyone would go through this at some point of time in their life, realising that age is not necessarily just a number. it still baffles me how the human memory bank works. more like an insurance payout, if you ask me. it just sits there all the time and you forget just how much you had, until one fine day the maturity date arrives and you get a whole lump sum right smack into your lap. kinda like how this is.

now i'm starting to wonder how i'd feel......

...... if i received an wedding invitation from her one day.



yikes.



bedroom*hair @ 3:55 am

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