Read me like an open book

At 11am, I woke up with a throbbing headache. I've only slept for about 5hrs. My friends sent smses to my mobile saying that the plan was that we meet at Jurong East MRT station approximately around 2:30 pm.
So having a few hours to spare I watched some Saturday morning cartoons. I left at about 215pm. I had by chance, met up with Faisal who was going with the group and the two of us boarded the east bound train.
The others were already there waiting impatiently for us. Latif had a car waiting, (he's got a driver's licence. I'm quite jealous of that) somewhere near the rear entrance of the Popular Bookstore.
There were 4 of us at the back so it was a tight ride. (Sounds...explicit lol) Luckily we avoided the jam which had affected Ang Mo Kio Ave 3 thus we were able to reach Latif's house by 3:10pm.
Celebrating Eid is about strengthening friendships and reunions. Its also seeking forgiveness and dressing up in traditional clothings.
Anyway after Latif's house which was at Bedok, we alighted bus 506 which transported us to Jurong East. Our next stop would be Jamal's abode.
After eating some delicious noodles. We waited for the arrival of another friend who was taking his bike to Jamal's block.
I decided to leave at 6pm because I had made a promise to my long time friend Herwan, that I would accompany him to a housewarming ceremony (ppl call it an open house. i dunno exactly why though). He was at the JE interchange so I walked from Jamal's place there.
I haven't seen him for a few years. He's leaner now that he is doing his NS stint and taller. Although his personality hasn't changed a bit. (this is a good thing..)
We took bus 105 and got down near Toh Guan. We found Nurafidah's house just behind the bus stop after confirming with her on the phone.
There were lots of guests at her house. We got a little nervous initially (but hey!) I was hungry so we invited ourselves in.
Okay I haven't seen this girl since 1995 so I don't even recall how she looked like. However she did and she remembered my name as well. Damn...how do people remember such things? It makes me look like an ass. Oh well, humor me.
We dined in with some delectable Nasi Bryani and talked with the host. We reminisced about that lifetime ago when we were pint sized kids. Oh the horror.
Later another primary acquaintace arrives. Inevitably I have no recollection. Its been more than 5 years...give me a break ~ sigh.
It seems, that she is Nurafida's close friend. The three of us started chatting. Then Herwan had a plan to come over to my house. He hasn't been there since I had moved from Bukit Batok. Nurafida had to wait on her boyfriend so the three of us(Nurfadilah, Herwan and I. I'm typing her name just in case I forget it again) left sometime around 835 pm in the evening. There was a direct bus from Nura's house so we took that and promptly came to LOT1, 15mins afterwards.
She was famished so we had late dinner at LJS. Herwan had to go to the toilet, so there I was alone with her for that few minutes. Amazing, she analysed my behaviour like an open book. Maybe she should have taken psychology instead of an economics degree. (Or perhaps become an astrologer. :P)
She said that I was one of a kind. I heard from other people, that this is another term for weirdo.
I had to agree with her and most of my other friends. I haven't change since the day I was born. (Why would I? Its intrisincally who I am. I've grown to love and hate myself.)
Next we took the feeder bus and went into my unit. My grandmother's asleep and the only other inhabitant who was awake is my sister.
I made some water for the guests and talked more. My family came home at around 1045pm.
Another 15 mins later they left.
Herwan made an appoinment with me to go to another 'open house' tomorrow.
TO BE CONTINUED...