things i learnt last weekend.

1. D-bags come from all over the world.
But non-offensive jokes aren't as funny.

2. Back Home by Gym Class Heroes featuring Neon Hitch is the best thing I've heard all month.



3. Ho Lee Ching will always be my best friend.

Back in my old blog, I had a label called The Adventures of Ching and Dee and for good reason. I think it's safe to say she's witnessed every major event in my life and had something to do with most of the dumbfeck things I did as a teenager (we used to throw popcorn at people and screw things up and fall down a lot).

But last year has been a little bumpy. The procrastinating perfectionist has spent most of 2011 locked up in her room writing assignments and losing an abundance of weight in the process and I've been travelling the region with Julian and Cheryl. It also doesn't help that I've been a beetch to her (I don't deal with change very well, you see).

But on Sunday we roamed the streets of KL in the middle of the night and it felt like old times, which leads to my next lesson.

4. You can know someone for years and yet not know that person.

and

5. Sometimes you meet people for the first time and you feel like you've known them forever.


Now here's the thing about my friend Ariel:
he lives in the past but speaks in the present.

And by "living in the past" I don't mean that he dwells on things that will never happen again; it's just that Ariel is the kind of friend I see only once, at the most twice, a year. So on Sunday, Ariel came to KL with his girl Mai (who has super gorgeous hair, by the way) and he spoke about the things that happened back in 2009 and 2010 (back when he once called me "the girl from Malaysia") as if they happened just yesterday. He talks about our mutual friends as if with the assumption I saw them just hours earlier and mocks me about things I'd already forgotten about. It was strangely comforting really, knowing that I have friends out there that I can just sorta *click* with and that, as narcissistic as this may sound, I have witnesses to prove that the insane experiences I have committed to memory are not just mere figments of my imagination.

Ariel also asked if I was going back to Manila in December, almost as if Manila is my kampung and is as close as Singapore or Penang. If onlyyyyy! Cause I supalove it there (but that's a post for another day).

Then the awkward bit came when Ariel asked:
"You sure you're okay with hanging out tonight?
Don't you need to work in the morning?"

And so I said:
"Nawh, don't worry about it!
I work nights, anyway."

And then he said:
"Oh. Do you work in a call centre?"

And I'm like:
"Wha...? Ohhhh.
You don't know what I do."

And he said no, because the friend I know him through never told him and until today, I find it very strange to have to explain to long lost friends and strangers what it is I do for a living. And then it turns out that Mai is a supervisor at a call centre so that was a funny little twist.

Then we ate lemon chicken at 2am because that's the only malaysian dish he's been craving for the last two years (ikr, whut) and 3-layer teaaaa! And then the four of us had a great chat and they left for SG by bus in the morning.

And then I went back to work and that's how the weekend came to an end.

Yup. Life is good.