I hate not meeting someone for a long period of time and once, when you suddenly see that person again he or she has..changed. I know its all part of growing up or whatever, but still!! If its a moderate change then maybe I'm fine with it, but to change so tremendously up to a point where you start to wonder if you actually know the person in the first place, now thats just sad.

So now you're probably thinking that I'm going to start writing about a friend whom I once knew and she's now pissing the hell out of me because of her new tatoos, see through tops and fake accents.

Sadly, I can only wish thats exactly what I'm going to write about. Its worse than that actually. I've been saying how I want to stop talking about boys, because you only talk about boys when you're high on starbucks coffee and start to fantasize about having three kids with Prince William and opening a lingerie shop called 'Secret Recipe.'

Which easily translates to, when you have NOTHING else to talk about.

But you see, it is a about a boy. A guy, would be more accurate. Anyway, lets just get to the point so that I can sleep peacefully tonight.

So, earlier today at about 7pm my dad's friend called or rather, my dad called his friend or which ever way it was I can't exactly remember. I heard certain words in the conversation between my dad and his friend.

[Dad Talking On The Phone]

"Where are you?"
"Son?"
"Fetch him in Sunway?"
"Drop by here?"
"Now?"
"What?"
"Hah??!!"
*some words in a foreign language*
"Okay, okay, see you."

[/Dad Talking On The Phone]


At this time, I was in my room reading 'The Third Summer of the Sisterhood' and was all warm and tingly because it was the last part and Bridget finally got together with Eric and he was being oh so sweet and stuff, the thing he says touched me and also I can't deny the fact that I couldn't stop imagining Eric's character played by Mike Vogel in the first series of the book, how cute he looked running down the sandy beach with his red shorts, or atleast I think it was red.

This stopped abruptly when my brother came dashing in the room yelling 'Uncle Air Steward is here!!' [no, he is not my REAL uncle and yes, he used to be the chief of the stewards] So I look out of the window to see if it was really him, but couldn't see anything because it was night time and it was dark, and you can't really see anything in the dark.

Then I heard Uncle Air Steward talking to my dad outside the house so I thought he's not going to come in so it doesn't matter if I go out to greet him and stuff. I'm aware that my manners isn't something you can shout about. I have manners, I just don't apply it sometimes. Anyway, I was busy flipping through the pages and listening to Uncle Air Steward's voice. He has this really unique voice and its funny because he has this unusual way of talking. He talks as though he's really really excited about something. I should know because he was talking about the traffic he had to endure earlier and he sounded pretty excited to me.

Then I heard my mom's voice, followed by another guy's voice. He didn't sound unique nor excited so I'm guessing it must be Uncle Air Steward's son, The Pilot. The last time I met The Pilot was roughly eight or nine years ago. I barely reached puberty and he was going through his. Then I photographically remembered how he looked like. He was 15, tall, skinny legs, dangly arms, curly hair, loud and just plain annoying. I sighed, put my book down and decided to make my parents proud and go ahead and say hello since its been a while since I last saw him.

Without even pausing to look in the mirror to make sure everything is in place, I just went out to the hall. I saw him for the first time in eight years, and inside I was like,

'WHAT THE FFFFFFFFFF!!!!! HOW DID HE MANAGED TO LOOK LIKE THAT??!!??!!

The Pilot, my dear readers, looks like a page 4 model now. He's HOT okay, like seriously HOT. Mother effing HOT. HOT as in burning charcoal in the middle of the Sahara desert while eating tom yam HOT.

To make things worse, I looked like I've been dragged along Jalan Bahagia or something. There he was, all hot and stuff while I stood there with my grandma shorts, the most hideous blue shirt ever made, hair all over the place and just to be even more funky, I haven't showered either.

Its Friday, cut me some slack. I wanted to be comfortable and I was planning to bathe before Uncle Air Steward came but never got to it because of the damn book.

I blame Lisa for lending me the book.

So, even though the first thing I wanted to do was to dunk my head in cold water, I had to go and greet him. We shook hands, I said hello, and he smiled.

I died and went to heaven where all the dorky kids with dangly arms and curly hair are transformed into fit looking football players.

I'm not kidding.

The Pilot, is now 20+, tall, strong arms, short hair, friendly, nice smile, nice teeth, dimples and unlike he's dad, he doesn't parade around serving food to passengers on the plane, he owns the plane. He's a freakin pilot. The Pilot, is a bloody pilot. He can manouver a big ass plane.

How amazingly sexy is that??!!

Even my mom couldn't stop talking about how much he's changed. She was telling his dad how tall the pilot is, how handsome he is, how hundreds of girls would stand in line just to get a chance to go out with him while he just sat there, looking down, grinning because it was obvious my mom was embarassing him in front of everyone.

I have a feeling my mom has a crush on him too.

Anyway, he stayed around for 45 minutes and had to leave because his dad was excitedly talking about the traffic again. He got up, while I was contemplating on getting up. He said goodbye to my mom and my brother. He turned, smiled again (damn him) and said 'Bye Sheila.' So I replied 'Bye....err'

Oh fuck, whats his name again??!!

And thats why I hate meeting up with people who's changed dramatically. I just ugh..hate it.