closing chapters

oh, she had quite a day. happy, nonetheless.

mr big

so kan, i rasa, tadi i selisih dengan MM. gile sengal ini pun nak blog. i can imagine zarko rolling his eyes — lepas tu tarik visor mensilent shooterkan diri whateverokaynotmycupoftea.

takkk — berbalik kepada MM — macam ni keadaannya. sampai kj and nak turun tangga. saw this pair of shoes dengan seluar dilipat senteng menaiki tangga. it’s the boat shoes. navy. within that perimeter, berapa kerat sangat lelaki melayu pakai boat shoes dan menyentengkan seluarnya? hipsters masih lebih ramai lagi berlegar-legar dan berpeleseran di kj, i even have one in my household. itu pun dah nak convert to punk sejak mengenali sid vicious dan mengagumi gary oldman. gary oldman rawksss!

goes without saying — not a bapak orang, not a dato’ yang kereta-terkandas-tepi-highway-terpaksa-guna-pengangkutan-awam whateverrr. plus, that face from a nanosecond glance, the haircut, the messenger bag, the boat shoes… i just had the feeling it was MM. unless mamat tu chinese. but that’s unlikely.

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celebrity boyfie

how pathetic is my life actually if going to pasar malam near my haus felt like having the time of my life like the first time ron and hermione visited hogsmeade?

because seriously, that is a pasar malam. though i am looking forward to mengekor farsha and her sisters to their pasar malam where they have their own respective boyfriend selling baju, kunci and ikan respectively… or was it sayur and not ikan? tak ingat.

back to myyy pasar malam near my haus — it was enthralling, really, i’m not exaggerating. the sights and sounds, the smells and sights, the sights and sights! i think there were four stalls (i lost count) selling satay and imma sucha sucker for those sweetly-marinated grilled chicken bits with killer kuah kacang. and nasi impit or ketupat. and the stalls selling bowls of goodness, eh, tony? this is one place i will drag tony over and around the pasar malam, sampling this and that, especially his bowl of goodness.

and also, also, after we finished that trip to the pasar malam, i will ask mum to teach tony on how to properly kopek durian. there was this one time i marvelled at my mother’s skill, i don’t think i could ever figured out how to kopek this particular durian the way she did — ikut urat (buah durian). it was a good thing she married a kampung boy, else i wouldn’t know how to eat ikan keli, telur ikan duri, ikan patin, pulut kuning dengan ikan kering, gulai lemak telur itik blablabla…

and i really don’t think danya alhamrani was a good guide. she really isn’t… she’s almost as bad as andrew zimmern. so tony, follow moi, oui?

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the male models

sometimes, it is that obvious. really obvious, okay, it’s amusing.

there would be them guys passing by my side, making such distinguished presence to make sure i noticed them. okayyy, youre gorgeous, baby! and that’s just it. i’m not saying that i’m sucha hottie sampai terkial-kial those guys use the corner of his eyes to make sure i’m looking at him… but you know this kind of boyyysss.

yesss, you’re gorgeous. adonis. but you’re not hawt hawt hawt. you’re not even cold it’s freezing. very lukewarm. so-so.

that’s all.

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the seventh man

tangkap mirage?
kejar mirage?
nantikan mirage?
realisasikan mirage?

tutup mirage
tutup bab mirage
sebab mirage itu ilusi dan delusi
pegang asap
pegang kabus
buka genggaman menghilang terus

siang malam termimpi mimpi
pagi petang tercari cari
tiap saat ternanti nanti
kau masih tiada di sisi

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selipar guy

okayyy. tadi ade sorang. tu lea, biarkan lagi kepala take the upper hand. fikir dia pakai selipar je. selipar ape ni, bukan kerabat reef atau quiksilver, lebih pada selipar adidas atau asadi. hm, pemain bola atau pemain hoki? his three quarter pants. that face, that face, how old are you? maybe anak ikan ke?

tapi tahukan dia pandang dan pandang, hesitates nak keluar dari train, terus memandang. dan cik eksekutif ni, pandang orang acuh tak acuh, tunggukan orang lain keluar dulu dan bertanya pada diri sendiri mamat ni nak keluar ke tak? karang berlanggar sangat haru dari terharu.

arghhh, kan dia memandang-mandang tak lekang? kenapa tak balas pandang?

sebab otak sibuk berfikir. sibuk buat analisis sambil buat-buat cool. buruk perangai.

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one of these days — agaknya — i would be dancing my heart out tengah-tengah lrt dalam perjalanan pulang. or on the way to work. either which. music can really be uplifting and overwhelming, you just can’t keep it all to yourself.

kiss me all night don’t ever let me go

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