Sunday, May 14, 2006
happy mothers' day
Gema was great; thought-provoking and risible, with the only set back being me being verdant with envy over Syamillah's pretty blazer. And of course, the fun in straining your eyes when there was a change of scene to see whether my Mr Boss came out. That and saying either "No laah!" exasperatedly or "Yes yes yes that's him that's him!!" fervidly when Ams asked, "That one eh? That one kaaan?" We had pretty good seats.
It's an odd, odd situation to watch your friends perform on stage. So far you've sought entertainment at the expense of their peculiar and sometimes remotely grotesque habits, their selenge-belacin-ness and suddenly they're up there in front of you, entertaining you in a more formal but still retarded way.
Twas a great day yesterday, all-in-all. And to think this peachy disposition began first thing in the morning with the poor dear escorting me, half asleep, around Marina Square in quest of finding my sister her birthday present. She turns 15 today but still cannot watch Da Vince nyenyenye! Then he sent me to madrasah [3 more frigging weeks!!!] and omg I've never been happier I SWEAR TO GOD [ahem Qis], even though I don't and will probably never fathom what form of solace he seeks in by making funny faces. Or the way he says it, "Macam terperanjat gitu you know."
remained aloft at 10:07 PM