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August 2005

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Suprisela konon..

by chics on 30 August 2005 · 25 comments

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Ag birthday is drawing near. I’ve been thinking what to get for him. I can’t see he’s interested in anything except for football. So I wrote an email to a friend of my who is residing in UK, to get an away Liverpool jersey in white which I know he has been wanting so much and that jersey is not available here,yet.

That friend of mine didn’t even agreed to buy me that jersey but also came out with a brilliant idea.

Why buy him the jersey when you can fly him to watch the football game live? I think I can give you discount on the airway ticket and you guys can stay at my place.You just provide the money for shopping but then again we don’t need to shop that much.

I’m sure he’ll be more than happy.
Anyway, must get you a birthday present also.
What do you want for your past past and coming birthday?

Sweet enough and brilliant idea. I know he will always came out with brilliant ideas. Wanted to reply his email right away but was caught between my hectic jobs.

I smsed him instead

Nak Frank Miller crazy hours, haha padan muka who asked you to asked me.Btw thanks for the sweet email, will think about the offer

But…
Instead of smsing it to him I accidentally send it to ag. As the result he’s suspecting I’m having an affair with someone else. Keji.

“Siapa yang nak bagi Frank Miller? What offer?You nak hantar dekat siapa huh?Siapa dia ni? Dia offer you apa, keluar dengan dia? Pegi lepak dekat rumah dia?” And bla..bla..bla..

Damn. I tried to came out with excuses but hoh, they were so lame that made him even mad. Now he’s accusing me of being a liar.

I was thinking, I can go on with the lie and just give him the present but that won’t be possible if he decided to break off with me.

Oh you should hear his voice the other day.

I tried to call him but he refuse to take my call. Aiyoh. Deep shit.

Finally he picked it up and I spilled everything. I had to or else he would always be mad at me. Like real mad.

So padan muka ag, siapa suruh tak percaya dekat aku.
Dengan rasminya cadangan itu terus terbatal.

Hoh!!

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KLIA

by chics on 28 August 2005 · 4 comments

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11.10 pm


The arrival hall was always packed with people. Moved towards the arrival board. Flight from Jakarta was delayed. Sigh. A Chinese lady beside me turned and began to speak mandarin. Gave her a puzzle look and try to tell her I don’t speak mandarin. I dun speak Chinese language at all. Failed, politely I gave her a smile and moved away.

11.30 pm


My bro went out for a ciggie. Someone called saying he’s at the airport, leaving on the jet plane. I thought he was supposed to go on Sunday. Mixture of feeling. Hollow

12.00 am

Still thinking whether should I climb two level up to departure. Take a seat on the chair. An old man in a wheel chair smiled and waved gaily to his children. Hug. Kiss. The father went to China and forgot his dialysis session. Worried look on sons’ face. I missed my father. Felt like crying.

Saw a guy with black denim jacket leaned against a pillar. Quite cute, ruffled hair. Looking worried. Keep looking at his watch and checking his handphone. I wonder why he acted so worried. Perhaps he missed his girlfriend so much.

12.15 am


“Final call for passenger MAS Airlines and British Atlantic Airways to London..”

Goodbye, I bid silently.

12.30 am

Girls with beaded hair walking merrily from the gate. Must be from Bali, I thought. Stewards and stewardess walked proudly from the gate. So did pilots.

“Hey since when steward can wear spectacles?”
“These days even pilot can wear one” My bro answered lazily.
“Oh, than I can apply for stewardess”
“Cukup tinggi ke?” He threw me a mocking look.

Sigh.

Suddenly the jacket guy rushed next to me, towards a lady with a pram. He hugged the lady and quickly unlocked the pram’s belt. Hugged the baby like he would never see her again.

“Sweetheart, daddy miss you”
And danced with the girl in his hand.

Sweet.
I felt my heart is bigger.


12.45 am


My eyes are getting droopy. Had seat on 3 different chairs.I was looking at pictures on my phone when this aunty was telling her sibling what a blast she had in London but she still prefer France. Oh, I know it’s bad to eavesdropping but couldn’t help it.

“I need another ciggie. You watch for mom”

So I stand facing the departure gate. Waiting. 3 minutes. Nope. Wait again..5 minutes..And yes, there she was.

Beam.
Suddenly I don’t feel tired anymore…

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Don’t speak.

by chics on 26 August 2005 · 21 comments

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It was the 50 boards’ chess competition. Chess used to be my favourite, yeah..I was a nerd surely chess was my kind of thing. Trying so hard to concentrate and at the same time think what shall be my subsequent movement ..hmm.. think harder..harder..

“Hoi, move the bishopla, after that the knight..and 5 steps after that you can check mate him”

Stare. Kau sapelah, instead he just smirked.
Double stare. He was still smirking but he moved away.

Turned out his calculation was right. I won in 7 steps.
“So you play a lot?” He came to me during break hour.
And after that we become friends. Close friends.

I furthered my studies in JB and he was in Subang. It was quite a distance but that didn’t obstructed us from being close to each other. Whenever the chance came we would hang out at his place and laze around talking craps, mostly came from him or went to gratify our nightlife hunger which later turned me to be an addict [ but I managed to stop :P ]. His mom acknowledged me and treated me like her daughter, perhaps it’s because she didn’t own one. Yeah, we were close but amusingly we just kept it to ourselves. No one in our circle of friends knew that we were that close. When I think of it, it felt weird.. But maybe I chose it to be that way. We both were different people. I was a fat geek and he was always the wild one with a brilliant brain, that always came up with brilliant ideas. And always hanging out with hot looking chicas.

Me: I want to be beautiful, like your girlfriends.
He : No, you just be who you are.
Me: No. I want to marry a pilot, so I have to be beautiful.
He: Hey, I can be a pilot.*laugh*
Me: No.Don’t laugh.I’m serious, I’m tired being plain.
He: *Stop laughing* Someday, you will be because to me you are the most interesting girl I ever know.
Me: You said that because I’m your close friend
He: *Sigh and start smoking*

Something transpired between me and him 4 weeks before I turned 18. I decided not to talk to him anymore and he decided to go and study overbroad. When he was gone, I seldom think about him anymore, almost to never.

Until last night.

Ani Sup Utara is one of my favorite restaurant, they sell yummylicious soup. Waiting patiently, yours truly took a seat somewhere inside.

“Hey si kiki lala”
Kiki Lala. I hate that.I haven’t heard people calling me that for almost 8 years. And there’s only 1 particular person.

He grew up, but that cheeky face just won’t go away.
I tried to find words to say but failed.

Non-chalantly he grabbed a chair and took a seat facing me.
“It’s been a while huh?”
I can only afford to nod.
Silence.

“Are you still with that stupid Chinese guy?”

I laughed. After all this while that thing still bothered him, out of so many things.
We had a brief chit chat. He told me that his father passed way last year and now he’s home to settle for her mom migration to UK. Apparently he’s a permanent residence there.

“What have you been doing?”
“Ehe, screwing around, like I used to be.” My answer.
“No, you look differentlah. You look great. Can I screw you?”
*laugh*
“Bodoh, you are still silly. Anyway, what have you been doing?”
“I’m a pilot”

I swear, I almost drop my soup.

He’s leaving for UK this weekend for good.
I might not see him again.
And for that my heart sank.

But his last word will always remain.

“Is there any chance that you are still single?”

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