went to visit mrs hariram today with anusha.


kind of stupid for me to go back after 4 years and expect everything to be the same.


like how i was at the bustop waiting for a frizzy haired bespectacled anusha with her head buried in a book...
and found a tall lanky babe with rebonded hair, contact lenses.. and her head buried in a book.


we're the same height now. well, me in my new white marie claire slippers and her in her heels.


4 years don't really change the way we talk to each other. and the way we hang out. and the stupid things we manage to talk about. like the froth of pee that she had to "manouver" through it during obs.
that totally made me forget about the rest of my breakfast.


and then shopping for mrs h's present.


and then going to her house and just slacking around. like we always used to do. but like the way we go there is different now with nel. so much more convenient.


but inside, the house still looks the same. her kids are *much* older and taller. but she's kind of like the same. usual slacking around. she doesn't mind that i treat it like my own. either that or she was just keeping quiet as i was lying down on her sofa watching tv.


so anusha and i were just walking around trying to find a place to eat lunch. that stick thin woman is going on atkins. i totally cannot comprehend why.


and then we went to mustafa. and just took the glass elevator up and down. and she was scared. hahah.


that didn't stop me from like going up and down and up again.


and then it was pouring. and for some weird reason, we both trudged through the flooded road, getting our new shoes wet, and cracking each other up.


and i don't even remember why i was laughing so much. and i was making her hair get stuck in the $3.50 umbrella we bought. and then the light will turn green and i'll like start walking first and leave her in the rain.


now i know how irate boyfriends feel while waiting for their girlfriends to slowly walk with them in their high heels.


but it was fun.


just weird to feel how things have changed.


and scary in a way.


4 years and no difference. i'm the same kid. just that i'm in a different school.