It was early in the morning and oddly, I arrived at the office extremely early on that day 9 I woke up at five because I was so effing hungry). Like normal, I started the day with a tall glass of coffee when Jason Mraz's 'I'm Yours' started playing in my drawers. Well, unfortunately it wasn't my singing drawer but it was my phone.

A call from a very good friend. I took a sip of coffee and answered the phone. She might need me to look into the map for some directions again. But no, she was involved in an accident.

I figured if she calls me this early, the accident might be pretty serious and she might need help. So i proceeded to talk to her, bearing in minds all the kind words that I'll have to say. Consoling words coupled with soothing tones.

Apparently, she was ok and only her plate number had to be sacrificed. But i know she wanted to tell something more dire than the accident so I proceeded to get out of the office and ask about further details on what happened to her.

' The guy who hit my car was around fortyish, with grey hair and all,' she said.

'OK,' I was wondering where this story will be heading to. What does grey hair has to do with the rest of the story? how did the grey hair came into the picture? (read: apa kaitan rambut kelabu dalam ini gambar?)

' And he called me kakak.'

Heh?

' Maybe he was trying to be polite. you know,' I knew what was going to happen next.

' Nooo....he's old. And i don't like being called kakak by someone who's old.'

' Err..don't you think this should not be the focus of the story? Like getting involved early in the morning should be the main focus?'

' Yes it is. But being called kakak by someone who's older than you, IS a TRAGEDY!'

I rest my case. I love my friends. They are funny and sometimes might be a bit weird. I love my fun-filled, happy, cheery, weirdo friends.

The dialogues may have changed. The author suffers from amnesia.