A Tale of Threes

Wednesday, 18th January 2006

Three girls knew of each other from way back then. More than three years ago, from three different lives. Three different stories. Three different links with three different reasons. Girlfriend of boyfriend's friend of girlfriend's girlfriend of friend's boyfriend's girlfriends or something to that effect.

So two of the three crossed paths aplenty. And one crossed paths with the other one too for a bit. And so one, two and three crossed each other's paths sometimes, somewhere, somehow, that time, that long, long time ago, as things happened and shit happened and love happened and all.

Then all three went on three seperate ways. The world is small but not small enough for all three to meet. Once in a blue moon, one would meet another one (for coffee, bitching and such) and one would wonder where is the third one as the third one wonders what happened to the second one. One then went this way, one went the other way and one went far away.

Then....

One big airline. One big desert. One big reason.

Yesterday. Three galpals. Three young women. Three happy campers.

Irma, Raihan, Anna.

Posing macam over-excited Koreans (complete with "twist" sign)!

Thanks for the great company yesterday, ladies! Missed you two loads, like so long no see padahal we're all within reach of each other. More please. Qanat Al Qasbah, perhaps?





Oh wait...

....almost forgot some one's significant other one (Thanks for the invite, Mr Harold!). And some one's sleek silver Mazzy Three (tak padan kecik, hilang macam pelesit!).

Next time, I also want to bring my significant other one. And Irma, if it means flying Din down to Dubai, then by all means..we fly him here!

And we shall then have a comfy threesome of happy twosomes. And more tales of fat Muranos, fast Mazzys and freaky Mofos.