A Funeral (Too Late)

Akim, me and Farah spent the whole day in Suria today. It was Nanas idea. Being the spinster aunt she is, everyone in the family knows that she would buy anything in the world for her beloved nieces and nephews (we're not the only ones, mind you). 20++ years of service with Petronas bought her a potload of wealth. And we're her faithful, cheeky leprechauns.

Me and Akim took a bend to Tower Records to see what's 'dumped' in the bargain barrel (more on this in the coming entries) and guess who I bumped into. Iqa. Apparently she have been working there since a month ago. And you kept hush about it, Iqa? Pfft.

Anyways, hours later when they were busy browsing through racks and racks of book in Kinokuniya, I decided to abandon the ___ For Dummies I was reading and hang around outside. I saw an empty bar stool at Auntie Anne's a floor below and instantly sat there for almost an hour. I was not in the mood to talk. Even casually. Luckily no one bothered (even the staff didn't utter a word).

At that moment. That solemn moment. I 'died'.

The sudden rushing thought of possibly not having a serious relationship at all killed me there and then. I don't know what sparked it. I was someplace else. In limbo. I tried not to think about it. But it ends up just like your favourite mistakes. It keeps coming back.

I was 'brought back to life' minutes later. Left the stall with a large cup of lemonade juice clutched firmly in my sweaty palms. A token of my gratitude for allowing me to 'rest in peace'.

Was that all for something?