let lemons be angry

A story of kids having to grow up.

When we first met in 2006, he was a skinny punk and Topshop was still selling those lycra t-shirts that I wore to camps. We both had golden highlights. He was a lionlike team leader, and I was his responsible assistant. It was a time of Crusade meetings, suppers in Canteen 2, mission trips, and art projects. He got an afro perm and I lugged around folios of large drawings.

2007: We watched movies, we went out in trios, we chatted on msn now and then. I cut my hair and dyed it a lot. Jovian took all our photographs.

 

2008: I started drawing seriously and getting published, he started work and grew a mustache. We grew close, we grew apart.

2009:

We got together and started a childhood of picnics and rubberband fights. I finished up my last months of university, and he came by to watch me cut paper. I graduated, and we went to Hokkaido for kids camp.

2010:

If 2009 was a year of doing stupid things and having fun, 2010 was a year of grownup changes.

K changed jobs twice, and finally made the career switch to be an allied educator. I quit my full-time job to go freelance. RFKC became like a fulltime vocation, no longer a holiday camp. No more petty quarrels about not being able to hear my phone ring. Started going to wedding dinners together. Decided that picnics were kind of messy actually, and ate on proper tables. Watched DVDs at home more. Bought each other work clothes. 

2011:

Two years on, and we're finally abandoning our do-nothing picnic days for one typical event-packed date:

The Sentosa-Skyride-touristy trip,

and dressing up to go for a nice dinner. 

We've come a long way from golden highlights and Crusade camps. For all the grownup things we have yet to do, I will be there to make sure your hair is cut and your shirts are new.

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