will i am's delayed diary

In case you missed it, I grew up in Kuantan. My early education was at a government school with very small percentage of Chinese students. I think there were only about twenty non-Malays in my age group. As a result, most of my friends were Malays. Just this year, I reconnected with most of my classmates. They added me into a What's App group and I was the only Chinese there. Don't get me wrong, I don't feel out of place at all. I grew up with them. Quite enjoyable to 'blow water' with them in a different context. The Malay context. Anyway, we had been talking about a reunion for ages, and it didn't materialize. Since it was Aidilfitri , the head girl took the lead and organized an open house! I went there straight after church and brought along several boxes of ais krim potong . Surely a hit with the kids. Not many of us came, but it was nice meeting the few key people that I remembered. Our host, the head girl had married wealthy husband. She lived in a