Catching Up with Ol' Times

Yesterday we got the old Bangsar crew together for dinner with Keng San, a.k.a. Dr. Lau who's back in KL for 2 weeks. Merv organized a little get-together for the Bangsar ppl, namely Ming Tzern, Wan Yee, Merv's wife Vivian, myself and Yen. Looks like the person who was missing from this gathering was be Shaheed, who's moved out from Bangsar and gone to KK, Sabah as an engineer for MAS. It's been damn long since I've caught up with him.

We met up in Merv's place at 7.30pm to go to Brickfields for dinner. As usual, Ming Tzern was late. Merv gave him a call and he was at home getting some shut-eye. In the meantime, Keng San as usual was digging in to some noodles made by Merv's mum. Immediately when Merv and I saw that, we remembered Pizza Hut. Back then, there was a Pizza Hut restaurant in Bangsar and there would be a Eat-All-You-Can promotion. We would go there before meeting up for tuition. Our dear friend Keng San would come and say, "Guys, woah.. I'm damn full." This was after 2 pieces. When asked why, he said that he had eaten dinner that his mum had cooked. What's the point of going to an all you can eat, if you've already eaten something?

It was a good night reminiscing old times. We remembered the time when we would get together lighting things on fire in the middle of the road. We would light things like lighter fluid, matches and all. One time, we were so desperate, Shaheed took out some Singer oil, cooking oil and diesel. None of it burned. One night, we just went to the petrol station, bought some for RM 2 in a small container. We took it back home, left it at Keng San's house. Late that night, we went over to his place, took the container to the alley and lighted it. It just burst into flames! Keng San rushed home to get water, Shaheed and I were dumbfounded. The flames were so high and bright that it lighted the night up. The whole alleyway was so brightly lit! I was damned sure that we would be caught this time. Of all the times that we sneaked out for late night snacks and chit-chats, we have never gotten caught. This time, with the flames so bright, I was sure that some neighbour would see it and call the cops. When Keng San returned with a small 500ml mineral water container, the flames had died out. It was fast, scary and thrilling at the same time. That was the last time we set anything on fire.

Come to wonder, what would a small bottle of water do?

Then Ming Tzern remembered the time when we went cycling from Bangsar Baru all the way to Lake Gardens and the morning breakfasts in A&W in the old train station in Jalan Travers. Come to think of it, that was quite a distance that we cycled. How did we do it? Not to mention that it was dangerous and it was the main road filled with so many cars. I'm just glad that we're alive today. Who knows what stupid things we could have done back then?