PinkRose Era (Whatever That Means)
It’s another wine colored evening here in Puchong. I’m sitting in front of my laptop but seeing nothing at all, staring beyond into space, and trying to maneuver past the most severe case of brain deadness I’ve ever experienced… okay; I get these mental blocks every now and then so… what do I do? Working life is like that, isn’t it? – It’s a dog’s life after all, in a dog-eat-dog world at that. Cannibalism at its worst.
Sigh, I don’t even want to elaborate on that. After listening to customers griping all day one after another, they all melt into one long series of random cartoonized noise…imagine Donald Duck telling you that there are moulds and yeasts growing in his Vitamin K active ingredient…or Pinky and the Brain telling you that the stocks are needed LIKE YESTERDAY in the warehouse, their mouse tails erect with rage. “When is the delivery?! Why isn’t it here yet? We need it NOW! NOW! NOW!” they chant and the more murderous they get, the more adorable they become… sigh. I’m hallucinating to save myself from insanity, poor me. It so seems I’m just a step away from hitting the bottle and hopping into my dancing shoes to ease the bumps on my forehead…yes, there are bumps right now, not just lines.
Oh, this reminds me in a very timely manner, too, that I owe a bunch of darlings a promised shout out. To my dearest friends during the ‘PinkRose’ era (yes, Vince, how could I forget my weird nick when you call me that a few hundred times a day? Where did it originate from again..?), who have pulled me back from the brink of insanity one too many times. Three loud cheers to our wonderful, wonderful friendship! It was coming! It was, I swear, so I hope nobody else turns ‘livid with rage’ and cause my eyes to twitch uncontrollably while I work (that happens when someone speaks about you behind your back, doesn’t it, Jess?).
The ‘PinkRose’ era, as I would like to term it, is another unforgettable experience by itself…it was the era of boldness, the era of self-discovery, the era of….hmmh…impetuousness… I guess that’s the right word for it. Gosh, we were all so loud and brash and impulsive back then, weren’t we? Just a few moments’ notice, and we could pack ourselves up and end up in some island under the sun, holidaying with our bikinis and sunglasses and drinking ourselves silly. Needless to say, in our drunken state, we’ve done too many crazy things and have been in too many unexpected situations that it is almost impossible to mention them all here (or rather, too zany that we’d all be in danger of being branded as mad-hatters if I publish it here). Goodness, those days of cutting classes and playing hookie (I sure hope my parents are not reading this).
I would never forget the our crazy times at the pool – our underwater dares, with Jess making clownfish faces and trying hard to make me laugh just so that I lose whatever air I have in my lungs and resurface, thus losing the dare. I also remember Vince, Josh and Kev reenacting scenes from The Terminator underwater…as well as our Charade sessions underwater. Holy shit. Just because I was a swimmer they thought they could bully me into admitting my lung capacity is lesser than theirs. Oh, that and salsa-ing in the pool. Haha, that was so, so hilarious. If only we had that on video, we could recapture our moments of madness that characterize our lives back then. And pass it on as a legacy to our descendants in the future…probably not haha.
And I’d never forget our wild pool parties, with nary a dry seat in the house at the end of the day, literally and otherwise. And our other parties…we seem to have so many back then! Sigh. No wonder memories with you guys seem so picture perfect and all, with all the wine, roses, balloons, perfumed hearts and the likes. Those times were one of the happiest in my 26 years of life, even if it was only a brief time before…I was wired into this big mess that I’m still trying my level best to come out of till today.
Alas.
Which brings me to another thing. A reminder that our friendship has survived so many tests and doldrums throughout the years. I’ve since been in and out of problems, some too horrendous to even mention without tearing off some old scab of wound. I’ve never really thanked all of you for standing by me, lending me the shoulder to cry on when it was needed, and whipping me back into shape when I thought that I was ready to give everything up, even life. Thanks for being my guardian angels, my confidante, my allies in crime, my shining hope when everything else seems hopeless, my punching bag when I need to blow off steam, and of course, for making me your punching bag when I’m going way off limits. Thanks also for not giving up on me when I was being such a rat’s ass – your devotion and care really is priceless. Not to mention all those long distance calls across the ocean just to make sure I was doing okay. Boy, I’m getting mistier and mistier. See, that’s how much you guys move me. Sniff, sniff.
Bottom line, I’m blessed to have met and known people like you during my lifetime. I really mean that, from the bottom of my heart. Love you guys so much. Muaccks muacckks muaacckkkss.
Please send my kisses to everybody there in
UK . If Fate is kind to me, maybe I will chance to visit all of you one day and recreate our daydreams of yore. Lastly, thanks for dragging me out of that brain deadness that seemed to have melted away in mere thoughts of all of you. God bless.
Note:
Actually, since I’m at the highest level of my gratitude towards the people who have made my life so meaningful and sweet, I might as well make another shout out to my current darlings…
– Puiyee & Pheebs who each make up one third of our Charlie’s Angels trio (these two girls are fantastic, believe me, you).
– My Party Kakis and Allies in Crime – Emily,
Bryan , Rodney, Ryan, etc
– My Old Mates from PD – Meemee, Joanne, Yee Wei & Sean (though I haven’t seen this guy since forever)
– My best-est friend in the world (who just some time back told me in no uncertain terms that I never did thank him properly for what he did for me throughout our friendship. Here are two words for you: THANK YOU) – need no intro, you know who you are. 
