One Wednesday night, circa 10.30pm on 26th September 2007, Weng Choon took the lift from his 11th floor apartment down to the garbage disposal to throw what his wife had, apparently repeatedly, "requested" him to do. Instead of being the dutiful husband and doing it immediately, he dillied dallied until his wife threatened to throw him out along with the garbage. So he wore his flip flops (ok, Japanese slippers lah) and sullenly went downstairs, towing the bag along, with what was some 6 months worth of rubbish. (Which accounts for wife's nagging lah)
Cut to next scene. Yuet Ho, after feasting and enjoying some debauchery with her friends, was heaving herself (after all, she had spent two hours stuffing lobsters, sharksfin and a whole year's supply of Malaysian food to last her when she goes back to New York) to the lift lobby. She punched the up button. The sound of flip flops - the distinct sound that could only be made by someone dragging his feet in reluctance - made her turn. (Ah, only mothers know this kind of sound lah) She saw this man, sullen faced and downcast. She instantly recognised him (beyond me, cos the last time we met, we girls just walked past him until he had to yell : "Ouy, I am Weng Choon lah" ), pointed her slender finger at his face and said very s-l-o-w-ly: C H O Y W E N G C H O O N
The rest, as they say, is history.
Well, not quite.
The previous couple of weeks, Khai Lan and I had been meeting on and off. She told me how she had met up with some lady with the Poo surname. And guess what? Ms Poo turned out to be Tuck Weng's cousin. Khai Lan called me and I said, how nice it would be if we could meet up with him. And she said, guess what, he's coming back to KL in the next few days. Before we could sing NegaraKuKuKu, Rick called Khai Lan and said we were meeting on Saturday 'cos Yuet Ho was back from NY. HaH? When did she go ah? How come we all donno one? Aiya, so many questions, so must meet lor.
Like that, lah the story. So everyone tried to get hold of everyone fast fast. But some couldn't make it, as usual.
So we all met. Hug-hugged, laughed, teased, talked, laughed, squinted at the photos time and again, etc, etc.
You would think that after yakking for 6 hours, we'd have had enough. No, after we said goodbye and I had just dropped Chooi Ngor, Yuet Ho called to say we're meeting again. So, story continues :
Another serendipitous thing had happened. Weng Choon called Mun Fai to see if he was back from Kuantan (he wasn't) and somehow, that very morning, Mun Fai had bumped into Chew Hong. See? Fate again. So the phone calls flurry started all over and everyone came again. And Chew Hong came. So Yuet Ho got everyone there the second time around - wah, we all so give face to her. Me and Chooi Ngor, good decent ladies who never go out at night, made an exception and despite almost being threatened to be disowned by respective families, came out again.
End of story. For now. I'll try to make a blog for us. So this part is starters.
Just for the record, I would like to thank Rick for lunch and coffee and the jokes. He's never short of them. And he takes them as well as he dishes them. Each time. Wish Bee Li was there though, cos the sparring between them is always something to watch.
Also, thanks to Choon Kit for drinks second time around. And thanks to everyone for taking the time to meet.
Bon voyage to Yuet Hoe and Tuck Wing.
To friendship and taking out the thrash...
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