but in the eyes of the dean
10cc, the dean and i.
today was an awesome day.
after a week of beeping machines, comas and ecu's, it was nice just to hang with an old friend.
dean and i headed out for a new episode of jalan jalan nasi padang.
we ate at this awesome nasi padang lunch at kampong glam cafe along arab street. the best part was this drink that is just perfect for a hot day and a rainy day. it's called katira or something to that extent. damn shiok.
we jalan to this old shop by the corner which sold every old school thing you can imagine. marbles, animal game, tops, chatek, old coke bottles from the 50s. and i got a box of bubbles. you know the one with the straw stick and the goo comes out of a tube and you got to paste it on the end of the straw?
i literally was the time traveller's pretend wife.
euphoric simple pleasures.
bubblegum fetish.
bubblegum fetish.
onward we cruised to the sultan mosque. at the whim of the moment, we decided to go discover malay culture in the sultan istana (palace). we go museum! and we pretended we lived in this old attap houses.
dean obviously was the mother, i was the cheeky beautiful fair daughter who had unacquitted love who is a bicycle rider in the village.
see my mother in the 60s? she's making faces at me because i'm standing at the gate talking the the bicycle man.
the night came and i met up with 3 of my oldest friends. 14 years of our lives were dedicated to our friendship.
these girls made the night perfect.
but that should be a pictorial, and sadly we laughed so hard till the photographer fell asleep before she uploaded anything.
i never understood before.
my heart was weak my head was sore.
what a feeling.
