Starbucks. It sure feels like the old days when I lounged about with Mas, Yani, Tiqa, Di, Zam, Michelle, Alariece, Sue, and Zura.
Then, our favourite game was Bananas. In that game, every question is answered in serious manner with the word "bananas". Laughter means defeat for the one who answers. Those who ask questions could laugh their hearts out though. As the game heats up and the word "bananas" seem stale, the players may change the word to something naughtier. Heh.
One day, getting tired of Bananas, and missing the Language Camp fun, we took turns acting out nursery rhymes sung by others. I fondly remember Michelle's acts to our rendition of Three Blind Mice. Indescribable.
The last time we gathered at Starbucks was hours after attending Lina's wedding. And we would not move to Danga Bay if the owner did not put up chairs around us onto the table tops. Heh. The endless chatter, the ceaseless laughter. Bananas was played, alright.
Here I am, with a new-found best friend, triggering another round of Starbucks days :).
A new best friend found, an old best friend lost. The old best friend and I enjoyed growing up together despite our differences. She loved rhumba and I loved espresso. Both of us adored cheese cakes. She loved feminine novels, I loved biographic novels. Both of us adored glossy magazines. She loved sporty two-door cars, I simply loathed them. Both of us loved walking.
Yesterday, both of us fell out of love. My new best friend will disagree.
"People fall more deeply in love each ticking second. Even sans time, love will still be there", he once said. I sip my espresso. The new-best-friend's mantra sips into my mind.
You never lost your best friend. She finds new love in someone else, you find new love in someone else. Both of you adore each other (albeit in a different manner).