My guitar buddies

Yippee I’ve got cookies! Yummy yummy cookies! But I’m sorry you guys can’t have them. I usually love offering people food to eat (tho they usually refuse to eat, I wonder why), but this time no can do! Because I only get to eat these cookies once a year when my cookie-making-genius friend Aiwen comes over. If you haven’t already figured it out, I’m crazy abt her cookies, in fact everytime I see her or msg her or write her a card, I never fail to mention her cookies. But yesterday she gave me her recipe (I suspect she only gave it to me because I’m such an idiot in the kitchen and she knew I won’t be able to have much success), well one can only hope, and if I really managed to pull it off, muah hahaha I’d be free from Aiwen’s clutches forever! And I’ll be a millionaire for making such addictive cookies! (sorry I’m on a cookie high now, Aiwen I finished one of the boxes liao, how????!!)

Author’s note: This entry is dedicated to my best guitar buddies. You guys and your cookies are the best. (Disclaimer: if you’re not the aforementioned you may be terribly bored and are thus advised to skip this entry altogether)

Aiwen and Chris are my guitar pals. You may ask why they came to my house to make cookies instead of playing guitar. I’m ashamed to say that we’ve all neglected our ‘laogongs’ (yes we call our guitars that) for the past year. There was a time when we would just happily while hours away jamming and singing and even during the hols we would lug the extremely heavy guitar to each other’s houses to play. They were there for me, nursing my broken heart, when my ‘laogong’ got stolen, and shopped with me for another one and patted my shoulder when I keep lamenting that the new one just doesn’t feel right.

I’ve always thought that our friendship is really quite a strange thing, entirely different personalities brought together by the love of the guitar and community service. Gregarious, loud, totally-hates-Chinese-High-guys-and-makes-sure-everyone-knows-it Aiwen on one end of the spectrum and dear sweet demure Chris who occasionally has an evil streak and never fails to make me laugh, on the other end. While I suppose I lie right smack in the middle (no, Aiwen, I refuse to be dragged down to your end), at times loudly arguing about totally stupid and irrelevant stuff and being influenced to do crazy things with Aiwen, while at other times, shaking my head and co-founding the anti-Aiwenism club with Chris. Oh the crazy things I have done! I shudder to think of them now.

Chris, listening to Aiwen the other day makes me think that maybe we really should make our club official. We can ask her guy friends and her friends’ boyfriends to join our club and we can try to coax them to be less afraid of her and maybe give them a few useful repartees. Maybe we can even extend the service to Chinese High guys and charge them exorbitant membership fees haha.