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14 January, 2005
Crazy In Love
"those notes you wrote me
i've kept them all
i've given a lot of thought of
how to write you back this fall
with every single letter
in every single word
there will be a hidden message
about a boy that loves a girl"
Yo man. T'dae was like another "9/11 incident" for me. Like man, I was so damn crazy, and stooopid too. I did every-thing in a rush. So damn...aiyah! Ok, here's wad happened. Yesterdae nite, wrote dis letter. It was like gonna be given to her dis morning. So, dis morning upon reaching skool, I saw her. Guess wad? I forgot to give it to her! I was like so-called "thunder-struck". Then I waited till recess. Ate my meal. Then talk to Naqib. Told him to pass tha letter. He went into tha toilet to read it. He came out smiling. Thinkin' dat he took tha letter, I walked straight to hall as Cikgu didn't come. Waited again till after skool. Damn. I must stay back wit' my class to hand-in tha concent form for tha public speaking course. It took for like until 12:30 pm! It was Friday. And I've got Friday prayers...? *duh* Me and my fwenz planned to go to Masjid Assyafa'ah. Went to find my fwenz (in a rush). Found them in tha canteen. Holla. They were arguing where to pray: an-nur, as-syafa'ah or... al-amin? Then, saw her on tha way. I looked at her. She didn't look back. Felt curious. On tha way to As-syafa'ah, I wondered why she didn't react. There, met Naqib. We're talking about sum-thin' when I suddenly recalled tha letter. Wad he said shook me. He told me he didn't give tha letter to her, and dat letter was in my file all along. I was like..."NOOO!!" wit' my eyes all bulging out. Kept quiet in tha bus most of tha time. Reached C.P. Amin wanted to buy dis wristband I had. So I led him tha way. He bought white, black and blue. Then met Aziz, Hamzah and Syamil. Walked together. Then I did sum-thing stooopid. I saw a couple of "her" fwens. So I thought she might be there too. So I went to search tha whole mall for her. Like from tha 5th floor to tha basement. Tough luck. She ain't there. *Haiz* Went home wit' Aziz and Syamil. Sat in tha bus very quietly. I dunno wad's came over me. I juz think dat I need to see her so damn despo. If only any-bodie noes how I felt... Me signing off *wondering*...
reminisced;
- 8:56 PM
