Rashid, My Friend
There are friends, there are bosom friends (by now you all should know that, in appearance at least, I do not have girlfriends).
Rashid is my bosom friend, buddy, whatever. I lost him (not in contact) for the last 13 odd years. Somehow, according to him, entah apa ke halnya, he had a dream of me few nights ago. Then searched high and low for my wedding card invitation, called my home in Sitiawan and walla, got my mobile number and called me. Believe it or not, that was yesterday.
We had fun together while we were young and carefree (for the record, I’m still young at heart). We had been to many places like:
§ Pulau Kapas
§ Taman Negara (taking the train, 3-hr boat ride …)
§ Desa Rhu (without spare clothes, and coming back, I drove the car shirtless)
§ Singapore (Roxette, Pet Shop Boys concerts and all)
§ KL
§ Penang
§ Melaka
§ Pulau Besar
§ JB (this was endless)
§ etc..
Obviously, I don’t think we could do that again (well, why not?). We have gone far with our lives. Getting married, having children, with our own careers, and different geographic locations.
But, it is the good feeling, that comes again when my buddy Rashid called me.
