*excerp from the cab trip home from punggol nasi lemak*

-in cab.. nigel staring at ah lian in blue tube walking on the pavement-

jal: stop looking at her figure la!

nigel: even my hair is standing.. haha

aloy: eh my shop is over here..there! got see anot?

-everyone ignores a-

jal: hahaha nobody li you leh a

aloy: -silence-

-cab moves on-

jal: wah so late everyone supper?

cab driver: eh the girl is crying?

ry: sia la quarrelling siol.

-everyone stares at the malay couple-

jal: eh i think if we look somemore he gonna start banging the door liao

everyone: HAHAH

-cab moves somemore-

nigel: eh jalene i really looking forward to your birthday

jal: ya then u better bring a big present

nigel: me lor!

nigel: then u can introduce me to your friends as your PRESENT

jal: no lor if i do that you will shy.. blush red red

nigel: u can go like "hi this is my present"

aloy: then nigel u gonna dress up?

nigel: ya la dress to kill man

jal: then everyone will be wondering whats wrong with u. HAHA

okay.. maybe it is the season.

loss. the feeling of losing someone.. not a thing.. but someone.. or just knowing about the inevitable.. parting of ways.. with someone more than a hi bye friend.. just lil more close.. a lil dearer.. is enough to cause sadness..

right.. let me count.. twelve? maybe thirteen years ago.. i lost someone.. very dear to me.. someone who was always there to protect me.. encourage me.. and im sure she loved me too.. my grandmother :) recalling the events of the night she left to accompany the one up there.. still brings tears to my eyes.. not alot.. but just enough to well inside.. coincidentally.. i always think of her this time of year.. and even more coincidentally.. she left as if she wanted to.. on the day of her birth as well.. a day to everyone else.. known as christmas day.. i don't know her name.. nor was i old enough to know anything else really.. but ah ma.. i'll miss u..