From our serendipitous meetings to our long long conversations to our over the top drama-minggu-ini moments, I honestly can’t say that I regret having to know you at all. September two thousand and five. I vaguely remember a boy wearing a beanie hat at Heathrow Airport running up to me offering to lift up my not-so-astounding 32-kg luggage on to my trolley and a conversation so brief he hadn’t crossed my mind at all until the next time we ran into each other. Six months later. The beginnings of our friendship were nothing short of spontaneous behaviour, the clash of personal principles, his presidential endeavours and my cycling/boxing escapades. The last matter resulting in physical injury I might add. I’m skipping everything else in between because there are far too many funny and significant moments that would take too long for me to elaborate. I reckon exposing them would somehow make it less special too. Or maybe I’m subconsciously saving it for the next dry spell (in writing) I no doubt will have. Fast forward to present day, even if we express, to put it lightly, strong individual differences, I’m glad our affinity hasn’t died and whenever conversations do strike up we still banter freely. This post of you is indeed long overdue and my acknowledgment of your presence in my life is documented here. And I don’t write about just anybody. Cheers to all the good times; the singing (badly on my part), that one-time only dance-off at Funky Buddha, the Ask & iced chocolate sessions, the concerts and the support? Gosh, I can’t remember what else, how bad is that. I really appreciate you though, even if I don’t act like it.
Happy Birthday Arfiz Arif.
( a l y a a ) @ Wednesday, November 21, 2007 / 2:12 am /