girlfriends

there were five of them. they were young, very young, fresh and energetic. there were actually four plus one of them. the other one didn't live together,but she was there most of weekends and public holidays.

M, always the ms organizer, the chef.. she's so good in cooking, and her ayam masak lomak was so great, and it's salivating remembering.
Y, the smallest among them, but can impressed body with the biggest appetites ever.. they always wonder where all the food gone, obviously not to add a gram of her fats.
E, the youngest in age, though may not look as young (sour-grape). she has a gorgeous looking iranian-scottish stepbrother who speaks kelantanese fluently and the girls always find reasons to let his brother join their activities.
L, may be the eldest, but the most mischief ones if one must say. there was one day, she, usually not wearing headscarf, wore the headscarf and requested to borrow M's library card, which later admitted that she was banned from the library when she attempted to 'borrow' a book illegally... she said she wanted to own the book!
A, she didn't live together with them, but she kept herself updated with the clan. by the way, she's the drama queen. she missed her then-boyfriend, she would cried and called them. she lost a quarter, she cried. she's such a drama queen.

they were thousand miles away from family (except E who has a stepfather in Birmingham) and they were 'fairly' young. they were close, bestest friends ever. havoc was the word wherever they were. there was once, the half-dead manchester-piccaddaly square came to live when the four of them came and visited A. they were climbing the trees, rolled themselves on the park, screaming at the top of their lung like drunk silly bunch of ladies when what they had was just a cuppa from starbuck. they just could have care less. they were free. they did crazy stuff together. there force the boys to carry them up and race to the end of the road, just to challenge each other. of course, they ate a lot. too much for girls like them. they could woke up in the middle of the night (and always Y would be the one who complaint of being hungry) and started pounding the garlic for some hot and spicy fried rice. and they stayed up thru out the nights, trying to figure out what was displayed in that starry blurry free porn channel they got the reception by incident. they slept when they were tired, and woke at the evening, getting confused on daylights and nighttimes.  they dressed badly with that same old sweatshirt and those headscarves that gramps wore to asda. they really didn't care about their appearance, and no wonder there were always boys around to join the fun together, but never bother to woo them.

and reflecting back, that was fourteen years ago.

M, decided not to come back to her home country, worked in Dublin, found her true love, a handsome tall irish guy. they got married in a sweet romantic resort in marbella and now blessed with one beautiful baby girl.
E, knew she won't be coming home, fell for a spanish hunk, got hitched and happily blessed with cute charming selena.
L, who could have guess, with her hijab, she's a changed better person. got married to a british, a very religious convert, and they are now in UAE raising two boys of their own.
Y, came back to her family, married to her then-collegues and blessed with two handsome boys.
A, knew she would come back to her home, married to her beau and could have stop complaining about how difficult to raise two active boys.. and she's now leading the girls with the third addition in the family on its way, and still a drama queen.

they have their own life. they've grown to become beautiful ladies with manners and well-educated. they rarely have a chance to see each other. but they knew, what they've shared were a lifetime sweet memories that they will cherished forever.

they'll be friends forever and they'll do just fine!