Kepada yang tersayang... Hahaha!

I am a simple person with simple solutions to everything. Sure my problems are mostly more complicated than other people’s but I always pulled through.

Take my last so called ‘relationship’, if it’s not going to work, why hang around and very fittingly, I walked.

When I found out that a person I thought I knew came out to be the idiot that he was and had so conveniently lost my trust in him as a friend, I totally broke down. On my way back home, I actually had to stop at the road side and I cried my eyes out.

Tersedu tersedan occay?

And then I went on retail therapy at WH and bought myself a beautiful dress and gorgeous heels.

Make that two beautiful dresses, the other one I intended to wear to a clubbing trip I plan to go next weekend.

And make that two gorgeous heels.

After that, I stopped calling him, completely. MY life goes on and I couldn't care less about my ex’s life.

If my personal life is to be made into a some Manjalara Kacip Fatimah (Or something rather) Malay drama series, it would definitely be a flop. (But considering I will never be caught dead wearing those hideous outfits (Yo, check out the clothes they wear in the Datin Diaries series) or ever get the opportunity to be a sugar baby to some old Malay Dato’s, what are the odds now eh?)

That said, my take on things are always the simple take. It saves me from a lot of heartache, headache, involuntary spasm and shit like that.

But in the huge Malay context of things, complicated is THE way to go. The more complicated, THE BETTER.

“I suka you, I sayang you. I dah cakap dengan mak bapak I yang I suka you sesangat.”

*Pukes in mouth*

Bear in mind that this girl met this guy in Friendster and have never met each other before.

This could only show either one of these things;

a) Malaysians are IT savvy
b) Malaysians are overly romantic
c) Malaysians are unrealistic.

If things keep going on at this rate, one day, there might just be a solemnization ceremony via the internet la nanti.

To me, when I introduced someone to my parents, I am expected to have really planned the whole thing. It’s a big frikkin’ step, that I will have to think through carefully before coming to any kind of conclusion. I would have to also be with the guy for more than two years.

Hey, I am not your everyday ‘Minah Jiwang’ who spends her days daydreaming about ‘sayang – ing’ someone, believes in love at first sight and talked as if I have a ‘sembilu’ script in my head.

“Sarcy tak sanggup Abang, tak sanggup. Sarcy tak sanggup kawin dengan orang lain selain dari abang!”

(Think one of those scenes where the waiter walked to the table in his white shirt and black bow tie and I would most definitely say, “Jus Oren satu.”)

And then there’s this whole funny thing about calling the other half ‘Abang’.

*Pukes in my mouth yet again*