Strange Dreams
Some time ago I blogged about dreaming about Alien Chang. I have the strangest dreams when it comes to him. I always have fond memories of him when we were younger, in that innocent blue pinaform kakakakaka... do you know he is getting married end of this year? That fella is finally having all the sex that he wants hahaha...
I know him when I was 13 in secondary school. Was never close to him till 14 when we were working on a project together. Things got even closer when we were 16/17 when we were involved in more projects together and we will have these long conversations over the phone. We talked about everything under the sky. Both of us trying to be mature, thinking that we had the world in our hands - we have so much in common - the thoughts, the ideas, the visions. I would call him names and he would call me names. And there was this time, I told him affectionately, you are so strange and weird, I don't think you are from this planet, Alien. Hence the nick. And occassionally he would call me back Mrs. Alien too but that is another story.
Speaking of Mrs. Alien, one thing I would forever remember him off is this: you and me will never be able to get married - cause both of us are so fucking lazy, nobody is going to ever clean up the condo. I was like "ooohhh... so it's not about incompetency, get a bloody maid then, doink!" And you know what, it's even worse when you have a neat and a messy person living together - living hell kakakakaka... Oh the naiveness of teenagers.
Then after secondary school we went our separate ways. He was doing STPM and I was doing my A-Levels. For 1 year when we were 18, we were studying in the same town, different schools. Every now and then I would drive my cute little abused Kancil to his dorm and visit him. When we moved to KL for college and uni separately, we exchanged 1 letter or 2 and the once in a blue moon phonecalls. And eventually, we just phased out of each other lives, till years later a reunion brought us back on the same table, drinking coffee. This time around, he brought his girlfriend along who is also wife-to-be.
Last night I dreamt that he came to visit me instead. And I could actually feel the chill down my spine. That silent attraction we had when we were growing up together. I still have the last letter that he sent me. It's stored somewhere in my house. Sometimes when I happened to see that letter, I will smile a little =)
I know him when I was 13 in secondary school. Was never close to him till 14 when we were working on a project together. Things got even closer when we were 16/17 when we were involved in more projects together and we will have these long conversations over the phone. We talked about everything under the sky. Both of us trying to be mature, thinking that we had the world in our hands - we have so much in common - the thoughts, the ideas, the visions. I would call him names and he would call me names. And there was this time, I told him affectionately, you are so strange and weird, I don't think you are from this planet, Alien. Hence the nick. And occassionally he would call me back Mrs. Alien too but that is another story.
Speaking of Mrs. Alien, one thing I would forever remember him off is this: you and me will never be able to get married - cause both of us are so fucking lazy, nobody is going to ever clean up the condo. I was like "ooohhh... so it's not about incompetency, get a bloody maid then, doink!" And you know what, it's even worse when you have a neat and a messy person living together - living hell kakakakaka... Oh the naiveness of teenagers.
Then after secondary school we went our separate ways. He was doing STPM and I was doing my A-Levels. For 1 year when we were 18, we were studying in the same town, different schools. Every now and then I would drive my cute little abused Kancil to his dorm and visit him. When we moved to KL for college and uni separately, we exchanged 1 letter or 2 and the once in a blue moon phonecalls. And eventually, we just phased out of each other lives, till years later a reunion brought us back on the same table, drinking coffee. This time around, he brought his girlfriend along who is also wife-to-be.
Last night I dreamt that he came to visit me instead. And I could actually feel the chill down my spine. That silent attraction we had when we were growing up together. I still have the last letter that he sent me. It's stored somewhere in my house. Sometimes when I happened to see that letter, I will smile a little =)
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