Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Valentine

wen tulis something psl sy...

asked Zura once to be my Valentine. I bought her a bouquet of flowers and went to someone’s room. She said yes but it didn’t count. Zura is a girl. I asked my exes for years, all of them defied the idea of Valentine, saying it’s not part of the religion yada yada yada. All of the sudden they’re religious regarding this matter and this matter only. Hypocrites.

dulu sy mmg sambut valentine, tpi bkn dgn kekasih. sy tak pernah ada kekasih. saya sambut dgn kawan saya. masa kat sekolah menengah, saya dapat hadiah valentine dri best friend saya, G. kami bertukar hadiah. lps msk matrix sy dh xd sape utk sambut pape. masuk UM, tiba2 satu hari jumpa wen kt koridor kolej n dia jerit will you be my valentine. sy terus ckp yes n bw bunga tu masuk bilik. time tu sy pk gila betul bdk ni. ramai yg pandang, mesti pk kami ni lesbian ke apa ke. malu tu mmg ada. tpi bila pk skrg mmg tersenyum sorng2.

Zura likes me because I am honest with her. She’s the total opposite of me. I tell her stuffs, she teaches me Tamil, I bring her to places she’s never been before, she accompanies me for lunches. She likes me because I am honest, which got me thinking, I don’t need to lie or to hide anything.

yg tu mmg betul. zmn skrng ni, orng ckp kt dpn kita lain kt blkng kita lain. wen ni lain sikit. dia akn bgtau dpn2 apa yg dia rsa n sy xkan marah even dia ckp smthng psl sy yg sy xnk dgr. mgkn ramai yg xleh trima perkara tu sbb tu diorng x suka wen. klu jalan dgn wen ni agak memalukan. dia akn cakap or buat sume perkara random n orng akn pandang kita or gelak. n sy still x faham mcm mna saya blh bertahan dgn dia.

hri ni mmg byk teringat kat dia. even masa saya pergi jumpa wani pon kami sembang pasal dia. lain kali klu turun KL bgtau awal2 i miss our sushi time. n skill chopstick sy dh semakin teruk. kene asah balik. n ada byk gosip psl jenny. just let me know klu awak turun KL. n klu sy berjaya berjuang n ddk rumah sewa, ddk tempat sendiri, kita buat sleepover. hehehe

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