This is not really a story about travelling to unique places. I mean, I'm not a person who travels across the country all the time. I wish I am, but I'm not. I envy friends who are doing it; but now I'm glad that this domestic side of me is giving the chance for me to take care of my mum in the hospital.
I was so stressed up with some problems when friends were inviting me for dinner in KLCC. Place to go? Well, as I told you, I was penniless. If I was richer, I would want to hang out somewhere more fulfilling. Like Nando's, for example. Three Bean Salad would absolutely made me happy.
But of course, I had only few options. Signature was the destination. Therefore, I settled down with Sizzling Noodle instead. Besides, I was looking for something affordable and hot. The best food is the food that you eat with the best companions; and I believed I had those that day:)
While my friends were nibbling their McDonald's set, I was wondering about the existence of Sizzling Noodle in the most of Malaysian food courts. As far as my poor memory could remember, it has been a signature dish for several food courts since I was young. The first time I ate those chicken and mushroom, it was heavenly fine. But after quite sometime, the dish became a vivid memory.
I got bored.
So, I have forgotten the dish totally. The options of eating other stuff made it easier; I became my own financier; social circles changed and the chance of going to food courts were becoming lesser. Especially when they had all these wonderful stuff like Korean and Taiwan dishes - I was suddenly having more and more options. And I was becoming forgetful about the dish that ate when I was still in school: the signature dish of a food court called Sizzling Noodles.
And I had forgetten the art of girls'laughter. Only God knows how much I have pretended to laugh. I did, and I thought that I did quite right at laughing. Sometimes, I was overreacting. I knew it sounded so stupid but I couldn't help hiding my own fears and sadness - I would almost everything to stop myself from crying.
But when friends were reminding me of the good old days - the makeups I used to wear, the skirts that I was proud of, the ex-boyfriend I used to adore, the food I used to eat and the old me who used to be strong...I started to remember how to giggle. The moment I expressed my anger over Milah's story was the moment I knew I got shoulders to cry on.
Yes, babies...she was indeed a B and I was trying too hard not to hurt her.
And that's what friends were for:
To remind you of who you are.
And of course...
To be the best companion even though the taste of Sizzling Noodle has changed over 15 year:)
I changed looks. I overgrew my outfit. I moved house. I changed jobs.
But my friends are still there.
Thanks my dearest buddies.
Can't wait for the next session of gelak-gelak gadis!
Let Milah control her "ayu" face:)