My dearest Bamboo Stick

I vaguely remember how we met. That was many years ago, probably about 6 or 7 years ago. She was introduced to me by a mutual friend of ours. We chatted online. Our 1st meeting up was at Changi airport I think. She was wearing a stupid tiny tee, with a metal framed spectacle, looking and hiding shyly behind our mutual friend when she saw me.

Eventually our mutual friend no longer with her anymore and I admit, there was a moment of time when I just could not understand her cruel decision. Despite the fact that things were fallen out between her and our mutual friend, we are still in contact.

We chatted almost every day through msn. To the extent that if either of us is online, it will lead to sending out a sms asking “why are you not online today?!”

This relation lasted for years. From the stage of her seeing her happily attached to our mutual friend, to seeing her falling apart from him, to seeing her happily attached again, to the point when she see my worst moment at Cineleisure. I hope I did not scare you with my ugly swollen eyes and uncontrollable tears. I never imagine that you will be the one besides me during my worst moment. I never imagine I am the sort who will let any of my girl friends see my sorry state, but you, Bamboo Stick, witnessed it and all. You were there when I was alone in the ward, tho physically you are not with me becos I hate to let anyone see me in sorry state, but your smses during my stay, were heart warming enough. At least I know, you were there.

There were times when we disagree, we argued, we bitched about each others, we laughed at them, at ourselves, we did all the childish stuff when we meet up. There were times I thought she was the immature one but when it comes to serious conversation, I do know that you mean well.

Those advises, when you “give up on me” and getting your bf to “counsel” and “shortlist” who is a rightful candidates for my happiness, lol! Those were the funniest part of all cos your bf seems more serious than you do.

Even though we seldom meet up, or meeting up is always such a short period of time, I still enjoy shopping with you tho many thing you chooses for me, it’s just too GIRLY. It’s you, its just your accompany that makes my day. Therefore everytime I wish we spend more time by sending you (bedok) back in the same cab 1st before asking cabby to drop me at my place (Jurong). I just wanna laugh and tell you more. Everytime after you alighted, the journey back home is slow and lonely. LOL! but please, admit my sliky hair is too much for you to envy and your "hay" will clog and trap any spiders as if they are walking into a maze. Admit it! And my XX are real! Tho they are not "伟大" but I dun wear push ups like you!! I dare you to feel it and I will squeeze YOURS!

My bamboo stick is getting married in a week's time to her “fruit seller” (Uncle Koh). Remember the time when we said both of us will be Mrs KOH/KHOH? (sounds like KOR (suffer) in hokkien.

Heng ah, that never happen. Now I am more likely to become Mrs……..ahem, SHEN? Hmmmm…..also doesn’t seem to sound nice ley (sounds like Shen Jing Bing)… LOL!


Anyway! The best part is! She is moving to stay closer to ME! Next time I foresee we will hang around Jurong Point, IMM, West Mall more often already. Let me introduce you to the west! And maybe we, you , justin, me and him can part-toh together more conveniently also!

And I think you should steal an apple or two for me to eat whenever we meet up the next time. Bring along some bah-chi-kus, bah-long-longs for me to eat also. Or whatever fruits you are grab from the stall. LOL!

I sincerely hope you be happy, enjoy being a tai tai, hang out more often with the right ppl (like me, I can teach you how to hula hoop and walk in THE RIGHT WAY) hopefully, be a pretty mother soon! Will I cry on your wedding day? You better not hug me else I will slap your pretty face and smudge all your wayang make ups!