Keep In Touch Your Arse

My new resolution was to spend one lunch time (Friday, most probably) calling up all good long-distanced girlfriends. Especially my school friends whom I adored to bits.

So I called the best friend, Yan. Apparently her lunch time is over and she had to go into a meeting.

Then, Ajin. Another good friend. She answered the phone and said that she can’t talk, saying it was so noisy there.

Then, Syima. Line was busy.

I fumed furiously. Here I was trying to keep in touch with them and time had just not permitted me to do so. Especially Ajin. I have not talked to her for ages.

Then, The Man called.

Obviously he is the only one available. &siiighhhhhhhh&

Then I tried out my uni friends.

Edina was busy getting out from the house back to the office.

Jiji didn’t pick up. Like always. (but she did though when The Man was down with then-suspected-dengue)

I dared not try calling the others. Dared not hurting myself.

Braved myself to call Mariah. She picked up but was on the way to see her mom in law at Kuantan Hospital and before I could ask her whether I could listen to her baby’s voice, we got cut off. She texted saying that the battery was running out.

See.

Thing is, lunch is the only good time. My attention is 100% for Azeuchry each time we got home.

As I reach 30 this year, it is harder keeping in touch with them. If I knew this, I won’t be signing off their year books with ‘Keep in touch ya!’. Perhaps I would just write ‘Don’t grow. Stay with me’.