:: I Wanna Live Somewhere Else ::
I have so many memories of the past few years.

Some, I might say, take a lot of courage on my part to bring to mind.

I remembered my emails with Nash when she was all the way in New Zealand. It was a strange thing to happen between us. We barely talked in school, and it was through these emails I found a friend in her.

I remembered one night in school at the 8th floor with Farah, Hafez and Hida. We ran out of cigarettes, so we played a game. Hida ended up being Spiderman, Hafez became a horse, Farah grooved to Jingle Bells for all below to see, and I became a mascot with a dustbin over my head.

I remembered sitting with Jamal by the roadside at school in the wee hours of the morning. We had just finished a shoot for the Spanish guys. The roads were empty, so we just sat there for an hour or so smoking, and wishing we had a camera so we can each lie in the middle of the road and take turns to snap pics.

I remembered sitting with Oaky in the last toilet cubicle on the 9th floor, and after she’s done with her fag, she broke down, and I didn’t know what to do…so I just hugged her.

I remembered Hanie’s puppet show. I was the Evil Princess.

I remembered a house party, and Rina was so drunk she kept telling me that she loved me, and that she passed her Image Technology paper.

I remembered wrapping undies outside Takashimaya with Zein for Feizha’s birthday.

I remembered Edryan writing a prose for Peishan in small book, and it started with, “36 colors, just for you. I kissed her just for you.”

I remembered sleeping at the roadside with the crew one late night. Someone told me I woke up suddenly to remind myself that I need to shave my legs.

I remembered our Spanish lecturer, Louis, whom all the girls thought was so damned cute. Peishan and me thought so, too, - until we dance with him at Zouk. He was so bad with his moves that we were practically laughing and trying to get away from him cos we’re so embarrassed.

I remembered going to WOMAD, and falling for a smiling boy I hardly knew. It was the first time in my life that I decided right away at the table that I am going to date him some day. It was the same night (and table) when Farah ate kambing soup with a piece of aluminum brush in it.

I can go on and on.

But like I said, some will take more courage to remember.