The Contract

Dear Blog,

There comes a time when you look down at your crouch and heave a sigh that time has passed by so quickly. Quoting a proverb, 'Time unnoticed grows the Amazon Forest' - truly an insightful passage. For me, that time is tonight. While sitting on the toilet seat trying to push that piece of shit out of my arsehole, suddenly i saw my life "flushing" by (~lol!). Maybe it was the toilet's fengshui, or maybe it's the rapid bloodflow to the brain every time i take a dump, the moment of nostalgia simply seized me.

Dear Blog,
I remembered there was a time when I was in Primary Year 4 (or 5), when 3 great friends sat together in a crowded class room, on old wooden chairs and desks full of amateur carving and vulgar graffiti. One was round and fat, the other was tall and skinny and the last was average-sized. The day was the day where the exams were over and results were given to the student. All 3 performed outstandingly and one said, ' Three of us should be doctors in the future, ', ' we'll name our clinic "L**, L** and L** Private Clinic".' (coincidentally all 3 friends' surname have the same 1st letter) So, they made a pact and even drafted a contract stating the 'shareholders' and the name of 'our company' ,etc etc etc.. Most uniquely, the contract bears the signature of 3 great friends (and one of them had a good signature! :) ).

There was only one good copy of the contract and I was the "contract-bearer". I remembered coming home and showing it to my grandma, I said " I'm going to be a doctor, this is me and my friends' clinic ".

Eventually we all got separated. One got transferred to other school. And the other did the same. I too lost the contract over time. We didn't have email back then, all that remained was two home-address and two 6-digits (obsolete) telephone numbers on a Donald Duck notebook.

I love to reminiscence about little details that piece up my life. It feels yummy, like a chipmunk nipping on an acorn or a glutton salvaging every little piece of noodles/taugeh remaining in a bowl of Laksa using his chopsticks and spoon.

These are the little things people forget. And these are the things i personally consider priceless, regardless whether it is fact or fiction.