"Alicia (pergghhh, nama nak alicia je kau Gayah eh!!), ko boleh terus berckp, slow talk, atau tegur aku terus kalau aku ni tak betul, bukan dgn menelefon bercerita pada rakan. itu erti sebenar sahabat. aku lebih appreciate mcm tu. gud nite."
That was a text message sent to me on 6th of May at around 12 midnight by an acquaintance. We used to be good friends 12 years ago. Until recently. Hence, the acquaintance. Well, let's call this acquaintance of mine, Mr X.
Mr X and I go waaayyyy back when dreadlocks were the sex symbol of boys among girls, when studios and bundles were the places to be and bus terminal was the coolest place to be seen and heard. We may not be the blood brother sister thing, but we were in a same group day in day out for the whole 3 years I was there.
Growing up after the college years, we kept in touch through the beauty of world wide web - the ym. We did meet up but not as often as before. More like once in a year when our path crossed. But still, we kept ourselves updated with who's doing what, who's doing who - the works. Of course, throughout the years of just chatting over ym, we had our disagreements in soooo many things. I guess, that's the downfall of 'chatting'. You mean well when you express something through your writing, but the other person may not read it according to your tone. We fought. Most of the times, got emotional over nothing. But it didn't take us long to forget about the arguments and move on.
Last year, Mr X had a failed relationship, same timing when I had mine. But, cupid was being kind to him. He found what I could say, his right partner. I knew this new girl of him (let's call her Mrs X) during the years where, like I said, bus terminal was the coolest place to be seen and heard. Knowing my stuck up attitude, it was never easy for me to get along with girls. That's why I only have Jazabelle and Ibu Adam as my bestest and ONLY girlfriends (Gibber, you are on a different league of Gugurls). But with this Mrs X, I found it easy for me to blend in because she's cool. So, when Mr X informed me about him meeting her and stuff, I encouraged him to go for it. Because if I were to be honest, I could actually see them together in many years ahead.
Like any other normal couple, of course there would be ups and downs. Happiness is not easy. You have to work on it to make it work. I met Mrs X recently, for dinner. She told me about her lover quarrel. It was devastating and sad. Yes, she said not to tell anyone. But looking at her and I "thought" I wanted to be a friend and helped them, I told another friend of ours who is the closest and nearest to Mr X to talk him out of it.
Expected, Mr X couldn't take it as a man. We all forgotten he has a mentality of a 5 year old sad 'depressed' kid. We thought, after one year of that sad broken relationship, he is now a wiser man to understand that what past is past and not ALL women came from the same blender. Boy, how wrong we were.
Now, I soooo wanted to call him that night and gave him my 2 cents, but I wouldn't want to give him that satisfaction. Knowing him, he would be too chicken to answer my call. So, I told myself, why not be like him? Let's reply this without having a conversation.
So, here it goes.
GROW UP! This excuse of yours that you were a victim and you are not going to repeat history therefore you have the right to be paranoid is getting sad, lame and boring.
Thank you.
Oh. And gud nite too.
That was a text message sent to me on 6th of May at around 12 midnight by an acquaintance. We used to be good friends 12 years ago. Until recently. Hence, the acquaintance. Well, let's call this acquaintance of mine, Mr X.
Mr X and I go waaayyyy back when dreadlocks were the sex symbol of boys among girls, when studios and bundles were the places to be and bus terminal was the coolest place to be seen and heard. We may not be the blood brother sister thing, but we were in a same group day in day out for the whole 3 years I was there.
Growing up after the college years, we kept in touch through the beauty of world wide web - the ym. We did meet up but not as often as before. More like once in a year when our path crossed. But still, we kept ourselves updated with who's doing what, who's doing who - the works. Of course, throughout the years of just chatting over ym, we had our disagreements in soooo many things. I guess, that's the downfall of 'chatting'. You mean well when you express something through your writing, but the other person may not read it according to your tone. We fought. Most of the times, got emotional over nothing. But it didn't take us long to forget about the arguments and move on.
Last year, Mr X had a failed relationship, same timing when I had mine. But, cupid was being kind to him. He found what I could say, his right partner. I knew this new girl of him (let's call her Mrs X) during the years where, like I said, bus terminal was the coolest place to be seen and heard. Knowing my stuck up attitude, it was never easy for me to get along with girls. That's why I only have Jazabelle and Ibu Adam as my bestest and ONLY girlfriends (Gibber, you are on a different league of Gugurls). But with this Mrs X, I found it easy for me to blend in because she's cool. So, when Mr X informed me about him meeting her and stuff, I encouraged him to go for it. Because if I were to be honest, I could actually see them together in many years ahead.
Like any other normal couple, of course there would be ups and downs. Happiness is not easy. You have to work on it to make it work. I met Mrs X recently, for dinner. She told me about her lover quarrel. It was devastating and sad. Yes, she said not to tell anyone. But looking at her and I "thought" I wanted to be a friend and helped them, I told another friend of ours who is the closest and nearest to Mr X to talk him out of it.
Expected, Mr X couldn't take it as a man. We all forgotten he has a mentality of a 5 year old sad 'depressed' kid. We thought, after one year of that sad broken relationship, he is now a wiser man to understand that what past is past and not ALL women came from the same blender. Boy, how wrong we were.
Now, I soooo wanted to call him that night and gave him my 2 cents, but I wouldn't want to give him that satisfaction. Knowing him, he would be too chicken to answer my call. So, I told myself, why not be like him? Let's reply this without having a conversation.
So, here it goes.
GROW UP! This excuse of yours that you were a victim and you are not going to repeat history therefore you have the right to be paranoid is getting sad, lame and boring.
Thank you.
Oh. And gud nite too.
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