The Best Company

Little pieces of Chinese heaven

It was Finally-Fucking-Friday night, and Khaylis called to see where I was. I am proceeding to Bukit Bintang, I responded. “Cool,” she said, “I will get the table first.”

That night, a couple of graduates from my high school congregated at a swanky restaurant in Starhill over several plates of dim sum and hot Chinese tea. We asked how was work, the usual what’s happening with who-who, and even discussed on the possibility of importing a clothing franchise from Australia to Kuala Lumpur. “I was also thinking of bringing in Target,” Gin said. “You should bring Gap!” Khaylis squealed.

When we were full, called upon the bill and realized that there were an extra 20 ringgit nobody wanted to claim back, we all democratically agreed to proceed to Lecka Lecka just outside the mall to indulge in Chocolate, Orange, Pistachio, and Crème Brule ice cream.

Guys, I said, while Chocolate dribbled on my tongue, Don’t ever go watch Land of the Dead. It was bad. Like, why the hell would the slayers of zombies wanted to go to Canada because “there is nothing over there”? Don’t they know Canada pun ada manusia juga that are possibly zombies as well?

And there we were, going on and on at the lists and lists of bad movies we watched. On top of my list was Playing God, a movie both David X-Files and Angelina Jolie featured in. I remember there were only like five people in the whole theatre in KLCC watching that movie. And the funny thing was that I couldn’t remember why it was bad, but remember the huge headache I got from watching it. Yes, that bad.

"Hey," Zales shouted from the corner, "Remember this?" She lowered down her voice and bellowed, "Hey, my name is Deja Vu." She turned to her right and said, "Yes, have I seen you before?"

And we all laughed. Laughed so loud that the Arabs at the next table chuckled with us, because we all knew that it was indeed a night of great company.