amy2kyo

Before I forget, I better pin it here.

I saw you, driving a girl, who’s holding her silky terrier on her lap, in your bright red car. It’s your car that I saw, it’s exactly the same number, the same colour in reality.

I was curious, so I made a decision to track the both of you. She’s in a bright blue top matched with a three-quarter tight jeans when I saw her get off your car. Similarly, you were in a bright blue t-shirt tucked in a pair of dark brown shorts. Holding her right hand with your left one, the two of you walked towards the flee market, look-see things being sold there.

Don’t you ever notice that the flee market is situated opposite my house? One of my mates signaled me to look over to the flee market, indicating me turn my head to my left side (where they were). I hated her so much for being a super duper busy body, so I ignored her as I already what’s happening.

I peeped you from my veranda, through those clothes hanging beneath the hot sun. I saw you smiling happily. Didn’t you feel like someone’s watching over you? I thought to myself. Many times you tried to look back, I ducked each time you do so. I did send you a message, “Hehe.” I just couldn’t give any reason why I only typed that.

Broad day light turned to a dark gloomy night when my eldest sister got home. Three of them (another guy appeared who seemed to be one of my classmates back in high school) lingered the house next door which was vacant. Sis asked me what I was doing outside, I told her that I was looking at Buckie, our dog. I answered her in a loud voice, hoping that you’ll hear me. Strangely, you, too did the same thing. Did you really hear me? I really think that you heard me. I hope you do. Anyway, it’s weird why would you people enter the house. I tried to tell them not to go into the house, I just don’t want anything to happen to them. (you know, those dirty things and etc.)

I didn’t understand why you, the girl, the guy and me in someone’s house. You and I were talking as if we were best of friends. I don’t remember what we did more after that but when the moment came for you to leave, I looked at you in your eyes and mutually you looked at me. Your dreadful eyes told me that you didn’t want to go. I didn’t want you to leave too, I wanted to embrace you in my arms, but I just can’t. Sigh.

I love you.

Hah! 8th October, marked the first day of work in Expeditors, the place my sister works, currently. I’ll be working as the assistant as in doing the simple jobs like filing, data entry etc. I’d worked at this company for three months before, last year. So yeah, here I am again. Gotta go prepare some clothes now. Chiaoz

P/S: I’m using my sister’s pc most of the time. My monitor kaput-ed and my mouse is half kaput-ed. So, I’ll find a way out and will blog a book review. Heh.

Finally, I’m home. A place where I see my mom and dad every morning. A place where I can fool around with my little nephew and niece everyday. A place where I find no frustrations, no worries, no troubles, no hot potatoes. A place where I find a complete peace and freedom.

Friends (from hometown, to be specific) are having their own time attending classes whilst I’m having leisure time to do whatever I want. I’ll be glad to meet up with you guys again. A gathering, I mean gatherings would be so much fun. I remember the times we all spent our times in the cybercafe until before dawn. Hitting the keyboards and clicking the mice. We were indeed mad. But, those are memories, those of sweet ones. You guys are cool.

What about friends from uni? Little time only we had, but great friendship there with you people. We spent most of the time talking non-sense as we always do, analysing what’s the rationale of doing this and that, thinking critically for just anything, showing our favouritism to a particular lecturer (sharing the same birth date as I do, that’s special) and most importantly we had fun.

Second sem had just gone, I’d never forgotten how enjoyable studying Journalism, Literature, most unforgettable one would be Critical Thinking & Reading. Fantastic lecturers despite having a little misunderstanding, but hope a change in him will occur for the benefit of our fellow juniors. Exam’s questions were easier than expected. But that doesn’t mean I manage to get an A for all subjects. I did my best.

Two semesters just passed by in a glimpse of an eye. Lots of thing happened; I’d picked up foosball, I’d get to live on my own, I’d made many new friends, I’d even tried things I never did before. These were all an eye-opener to me. I’d learned and still learning to have a better life.

Read a few of articles about people’s relationship, even the books I’m reading now is about gay relationship. I’m not talking about fuck and go, it’s about love. How do you perceive love? I’m still searching for an answer to that. It’s not easy. From the looking at so many failed relationships, I somehow afraid to be any near it. Not courage enough to even think about it. It’s darn complicated.