For one more day

The girls stayed over at my place just last Friday.

How well they must know every nook and cranny of my house by now. The alkaline water taps, the old gerbills and the long conversations in my bedroom. We talked till past 4 am that night, our conversations never losing its spirited energy at all. Minus the pig called Shuyu chan of course, who stepped in at 10pm and fell asleep promptly at 10.10pm.

How many of us can claim that we have that special kind of connectedness with each other, the familiar warm feeling within ourselves that lurches up everytime and anytime. The trust that we can find in between gaps of silences and the innate glow of laughter and just, familiarity that hangs on each word, that lingers after, like nice-smelling air fresherners.

We talked about the present - our lousy bosses and crazy, mind boggling jobs. Of our families and new friends.

We tried imagining the coming future - Univerisity placements, future careers, marriages and whatnots.

We also tried to remember the past - Old schoolmates and past haunts and where once upon a time, there were more of us.

I wonder how much more time I have.

Tick, tick, tick.

Time's a wasting.