Rendezvous
28 November 04 : 08.13 PM
Lazy Sunday afternoon spent with Lawrence, Clarence, Bertrand and Sean. We met at Holland Village, a compromise venue for all of us, and took a long bus ride somewhere else where it rained so heavily.
It was the Philosophy Café. There were printed letters in bold times new roman of the correspondence between two people via e-mail on the walls and ceiling. It was pretty; the rain outside, the soft dim light that hung over us and of course, the company.
We played Jenga, where we'd take the wooden block from the bottom (to raise its centre of gravity, Sean says with a smirk), just to see who's unlucky enough to be the one to make it fall. We played two rounds before our food came. There are files that people write in, answering questions that don't really have right answers; Why marry? Why Religion?
I added one, "Will war ever be justified?"
So before we started our meal, we asked the owner if he could take a picture for us.
"Schoolmates?" he asked.
"No," I smiled. We were all in different schools, but it makes me happy to think how we still can be close.
There was a little room, a cozy little place with white sea salt beneath the transparent tiles, large pillows on the floor where we played Scrabble for hours.
"Do you think we'd still hang out like this into our twenties?" I asked them, lying on the floor trying to read the words on the ceiling.
"If none of us goes away, why not?" Lawrence answered.
"You guys will probably go abroad for University or whatever further education," I said.
They nodded in agreement.
I miss them already.