current y! status : wish upon the stars, beneath the shades of the full moon
thinking of : the unfinished projects
only two things have been in my head this past 10 days. him and my family.
we went out that day. it was a pleasant outing and i may exaggerate this, but i feel comfortable with him. though he may sounded brother-like like what he quoted when he told me the long list of the girls he once dated. this is a guy who knew his way through a woman's heart and is damndest good at it. the girls made a fit of laughter when they jeered me of that he may only think of me as a little sister he never had. LOL. well, girls, at least i've been close with him. having a place at his side.
i've been arguing a lot with him lately. he insisted on burning a song to a cd coz he wanted it so bad. and i was like no, i'm not gonna waste a cd just like that. i told him to get a pen-drive and he agreed in the first place, only to brag the next day about the loads of blank cd's he had to replace the one i burnt for him. after some thinking, i gave in for the case of doing multisession. that way, the cd won't be wasted. i know he had all the money to spend on cd's but think of environment stuff. want one song, burnt one cd. 10 songs? think of the free space. and the pile he had to keep for just 10 songs. his musical taste? gay. ye la kot, orang dah tua. takkan nak dengar LP kot hehe.
we're getting on close in store these days. i don't want it to be that obvious, but he'd just carelessly announcing our closeness indirectly. i don't want to draw the attention. i don't want people hushing about our closeness. coz when you're close with someone as important as him, there'd be only one thing, bodek. i don't want to raise suspicions especially from abang adik. he noticed the way me and him talked to each other and the kind of conversations me and him shared. some utter kind of intimacy. he asked me about that but i just replied nah biasa biasa je. he's still the strict boss and a lousy example too. LOL.
it would be the hottest gossip if ever our outing leaked out. i'd have to stand abang adik's cynical remarks as he's been suspicious. but above all, i'd lose a friend. think vicky. memang putus kawan la kalo dia tau. i went out and close with the one who terminated him. he vowed that he'd make their lives miserable. *sighs* too many people to watch out for. especially since he didn't care if the whole world knew. unless, he regarded me as a sister that's it. no harm done.
now azirah's sister sailed into view. *sheesh* he's been calling azirah, his adik ipar. much to my dismay, hehe. whatever lah. i worked hard to get what i wanted. so it's my rights to decide when to go and when to stay. when to ask and when to answer.
i may have said this before, but i loved my family very much. it is so hard to get back here after a day of raya. once here, i'm afraid to get back coz i don't want to miss them so much. hahaha. dekat2 macam ni pun dah rindu, kalau jauh nanti macamana tah. tu pun berangan nak masuk u jauh-jauh hahaha! it's just i feel so at home, so comfortable and so much love around. not this hell i'm living in here. this little 6x9 feet is my little heaven. where there's only mood to sleep and be happy to sing aloud with no one to care about this tongkang pecah.
been spending last night below the stars and the full moon with zura. i really miss her. and today's shift will be her last before chinese new year. i'm gonna miss this chubby little lady more. she and the other zura complete my world. been talking and grumbling and laughing and giggling all night long from beneath the sky in front of her house to my cozy tongkang pecah and back to her house again. girls, with all my heart, you guys rock and i love us three. hahaha!
my baby turned 3 on the 21st. happy birthday, darling. we love you so much and jangan nakal-nakal. it really was a funny sight as he cried when we sang him happy birthday while cutting his blueberry cake.
a happy birthday to my uncle, ayait on his coming thirties. hehe.
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