Est modus in rebus

This is going to be the first of many parts of my birthday

present to my dear friend Kat.

Her birthday is today, and though I can’t be with her,

I can easily imagine being there with her, getting

all shades of drunk,

getting all volumes of noisy.

I didn’t know what to get her,  so I decided a while

ago to combine a long-awaited trip to Penang to see her

with a show she was producing (and which I wanted to catch) -

Gostan Forward, a solo performance by Marion D’Cruz.

Since she was excited about it, I thought I’d detail the day out

as something for her to remember.

 

 

But first, a little introduction.

I’ve known Kat since 1996. We went to Taylor’s College

together. 

She was this weird hippie chick who wore a bright pink

tee and glaring green long skirt on the first day.

Talk about lasting impressions.

Then she had to go and get toilet-papered

during our first assembly/ice-breaking – I still

don’t know what that was all about.

But that’s Kat for you – she’d always be sporting

and be a source of entertainment for all (We laugh WITH

you darling, Ahem)

Plus the toilet paper thing (which she was wrapped all over with)..

that was probably an indication of her artistic inclinations innit.

Art mah.

To cut a long story short, we met, it was instant lup (on my

part anyway!) and proceeded to do a lot of these:

- Cruising in cars

- Scaring poor taxi drivers (Kat)

- Singing Oasis songs and the like

- Smoking kretek in dirty stairwells (Kat)

- Getting mabuk (Wahey, we likes)

- Dancing in the middle of dance floor like mad woman

   though nobody’s dancing (Kat)

- Laugh. And muse about life. And boys. Oh yes, boys.

 

We also proceeded to go to England after college.

Though we went to different places, we met up when we

could for music gigs in London, or just to catch up.

I don’t remember ever feeling she was very far from me.

Ever.

Sometimes I remember, she would suddenly call when I

felt like I needed to talk to someone. Or

when I was actually thinking about her.

Voodoo magic woman, she.

 

I want to go on further but I only spent one full Sunday and half

a Monday with her … so I’m gonna stretch it out a bit leisurely.

This was meant to be the introduction,

and was meant to say Baby/Babi Kat, Happy Birthday honey,

I love you.

 

 

PS- You didn’t think I’d forget to mention that I never got

that whole ‘I’m not washing my hair for months’ thing

did you?! 

 

Yes, Kat believed that the hair/head’s ‘natural

oils’ cleansed her rambut, so we all had to put up with

her greasiness for a while.

Don’t worry, she wasn’t really a smelly cat.

xox

 

 

[More of Kat Tales soon ... ]