My guru Celest always have something brilliant (to me at least) to say that just SHUT you up. This day she wrote, whats the point of praying if you continue worrying. Celest, celest, celest, what can I do without your golden words? And you know what? I remember your first day at work in CA...I remember your attire. Its white. We took a double-deck bus to go for lunch. And I didnt talk to you. I was the unfriendly colleague. Ok, I remember scenes...even the most mandate scenes. But such scenes, meaningless they may seem, they 'string' the stories together, our stories.
And I remember another scene. Scene Two Take One. Haha. We were in researchers' room. I told a joke and you laughed till you bent over and had to hold the bookshelf for support. Tears were almost (maybe they did) rolling down. Tell me you remember that!! I haven't seen anyone 'appreciate' my jokes so much.
Oh oh...another scene. I came back from the washroom and went straight to the cubicle. I went, "Hwee Nah quit." and then I burst into tears ... and laughers (shocked to see myself cry) at the same time. You and the rest were shocked to see me in such a 'drama' state. But hey, we were in the TV industry....got to be mama drama ya. At that time, Hwee Nah symbolised ALL the big dreams about TV production. And if she goes, it meant (to me) the end of my dream too. I had secretly wanna shoot a movie in my lifetime (I still can I suppose). It was my dream but to me, my dreams are small dreams compared to Nah's.
I have so many memories of you Celest. The next one is a real scene. You acted as mama san in my production. You look fabulous in your Mum's cheong sam. Simply fabulous. You were such a spot. You guys were great to me come to think of it. Even Virginia acted in my production. Haha....How come nobody asked me to act in theirs? huh huh huh.
And these are just 'work' scenes. I have yet to start on the holiday scenes. You arriving ten mins before Yak and I with a HUGE luggage (largest Cambodia has ever seen post-War). You had all your nice heels ready to go....Yak and I sat on the bed in awe...as we only have our sneakers with us! Got dress code 'mah'?
Scene 10 Take 10. We felt the earth moved under our feet and guess what? I was all ready to go out but my guru Celest went, "Wait, let me get the insect repellent". Yes, we felt the earth moved under our feet.... bloody earthquake in Bali which we felt in Lombok. You know what? It was the best decision ever.
Remember Ho Chi Minh and all your wares....I couldn't help but stopped working to share in your joy.
If you go before me, your Eulogy's gonna be darn long...and everyone's going to cry and laugh. And please dont crawl out of the coffin. End of the story. Credit roll.
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Let's keep documenting our lives and a critical element threading most of our stories - our friendship. When string together, we could have our own version of Carry Bradshaw & friends.
Even if we don't turn the materials into a movie or TV serial, they would be a draft for the eulogy you are to deliver at my funeral. I'm not saying "vice versa" 'cos I can't imagine living without Beng to make me laugh. It's selfish of me, though you've instructed which photo to use for your wake. For me to leave this world before you is a blessing. Like the pact we made, see you in heaven.
But before that day arrives, the best research scientist in the world better come up with a truly waterproof mascara.
WAterproof mascara... agree can somebody come up with one? NO matter what brand i use, surely smudge. Anyway what happened to Hwee Nah?
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