She was an old friend.
And after a good 11 years, it was heartwarming to be able to touch base again. To pick up where we left off. So naturally.
So we talked about just how crazy we got after exams. Our days working at the pub on Boat Quay during the Hols. How Daphne hilariously gave Derrick lovebites on his face in a drunken stupor on the dancefloor at Chaplin's. How Val got pregnant during our last year in the Hall (she was married!) and still came to class in a micro-mini. Talking through the night and continuing the discourse at lectures the next morning like we never stopped. Telling my mum, when she picked up the phone, that her name was Zoe because otherwise, the malay would scare the living daylights out of the pious Christian woman. How we cycled from Toa Payoh to Adam Road Hawker Centre in the middle of the night.
Ahh memories.
She's done alot for herself these past 11 years. And I feel a tinge of regret that my life was never so fulfilling. A Master's Degree in European Journalism completed in Cardiff, Oslo and Amsterdam. 3 years working in Berlin. Travelling all over India. A handsome pilot for a brother. And now she's married to a lovely Aussie bloke with a cool couple's pad down on the East Coast.
Carpe diem at its most tangible.
And what exciting account do I have to give of myself all this time we were not in touch?
Oh dear. I dare not say.
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