Leave me alone, I'm married

Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company’s Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn’t taste like alcohol at all. He didn’t even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.

Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.

He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: “Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian”

He stumbles into the kitchen and sure enough, there is a hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee, and the morning newspaper all waiting for him. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, “Son… what happened last night?”

“Well, you came home after three in the morning, drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you threw-up in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.”

Confused, he asked his son, “So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?”

His son replies, “Oh THAT! Well, Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed,’Leave me alone, I’m married!’”

Always look on the bright side

MARRIAGE



When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and

said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.



Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.



She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why?



I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't
talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what
had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just
pitied her!



With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.



She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent
ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for
her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I
had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of
me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a
kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several
weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.



The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell
asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.



When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.



In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.

She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken
marriage.



This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.



She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going
crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd
request.



I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully..



My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy
in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to
the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in
my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about
the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the
office.



On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her.



On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.




On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry
her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger.



She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.



Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.



Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,
walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her
hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;
it was just like our wedding day.



But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I
held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked
intimacy.



I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
want the divorce anymore.



She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have
a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.



Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.



At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.



That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I
run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.



The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the
bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot
give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend
and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a
real happy marriage!



If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.



If you do, you just might save a marriage.





Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they
were to success when they gave up.

Kisah kacang

Hello dan Salam 1Malaysia.

Perkara yang paling tidak disukai ialah
apabila kacang melupakan kulitnya.
Kacang itu kalau nk kena makan, kulitnya kena pisahkan dulu.
Pastu bila kacang itu dimakan ngan dikunyah ngap ngap
destinasi seterusnya pula ialah ke dasar perut.
Dan secara tidak langsung, kacang itu terus melupakan kulitnya.
Yes
Sebab kacang ada kawan baru. Siapakah?
Nama dia cacing, alah yang dekat dalam perut tu.
Then mainlah mereka bersama-sama dgn gembiranya
Bayangkanlah, kacang itu membesar dengan kulitnya.
Susah senang tetap together,
Dipancarkan cahaya matahari yang terik.
Ditimpa hujan ribut taufan katrina tsunami petir
Tapi bila kacang dimakan, kulit terus dilupakan
Tapi bila sampai masanya, kacang dah tak kawan ngn cacing lagi (Wah ada pengulangan anafora di situ)
Sebab apa? Sebab cacing pun tknk kawan ngn kacang (haha)
Lalu, kacang itu diberakkan drpd manusia yang makan dia tadi.
Kemanakah destinasi seterusnya kacang tersebut?
Mungkin diloji sampah, loji air taik semua tu?
Kita tidak tahu.
Mungkin di tempat pembuangan sampah?
Macam tidak.
Mungkin satu hari nnti kacang ngn kulit jumpa kembali?
Ntahlah
Secara logiknya, kacang akan menghala ke arah loji air taik.
Dan secara logiknya, kulit pula akan mungkin berada di tempat pembuangan sampah.
Dunia loji dan permbuangan sampah sangatlah berbeza yg sgt ketara
So mereka memang tidak akan berjumpa lagi.
Mungkin kulit direcycle. Dipelbagai gunakan. (Ialah ekonomi meleset sekarang ni, semua benda kena jimat)
Sebab apa? Sebab kulit ni dia special sikit.
Sebab dia keras, boleh buat kertas? (APAKAH? Saje nk sedapkan bunyi)
Tinggallah kacang sengsorang ngn taik yang busuk tu, yuck.


Yeah begitulah ibaratnya mungkin.

 

 Ya itu dia wajah wajah kacang yang tk berapa sedap tu.

Sekian, terima kasih.

SPM 11A+

Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?

Story of the day-

Who wrote this?

It was the first day of school for the kindergarten class, as the teacher walked in the classroom, she noticed something was written on the board. The chalkboard read "T T T 1A". She looked at the children and said,

"Who wrote this?"

Little Debbie raises her hand and says, "I did, teacher". 

The teacher says, "Well, what does that mean, Debbie?" 

Debbie answered "It means, To The Teacher 1 Apple", 

and gives the teacher an apple.

"Very good", says the teacher, "Thank You".

The next morning, the teacher walks in the classroom, and notices something written on the board. The chalkboard read "T T T 1O". 

She asked the children, "Who wrote this?"
Then little Bobby answers, "I did, teacher". 

The teacher says, "well Bobby, what does that mean?" 

Bobby says, "It means, To The Teacher 1 Orange",
and gives the teacher an orange. 

"Very good, Bobby, thank you."

The next morning, she walks in the classroom, and she noticed the board read,
" F U C K I T". The teacher, disappointed, said,

"WHO WROTE THIS!!"
Then little Juanito, raises his hand and says, "I did, teacher". 

The teacher says, "Well, what does this mean, Juanito?"
Juanito answers, "It means, From Us Chicano Kids 1 Tamale". 

Can you meet me halfway

 Story of the day -

Anger Management


When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it
out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know -- take it out on
someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to
make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying, "Hello."

I politely said, "Could I please speak with Robin Carter?"

Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone
could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down
Robin's correct number and called her. I had accidentally transposed the
last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to
call the 'wrong' number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and
hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my
desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd
call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling
would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John
Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar
with the Caller ID program?"

He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some
guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently
waited for.. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for that
spot. The idiot ignored me I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window . .
so, I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole ( I had his
number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too.

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes, it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's
parked right out in front."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you're an asshole."

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had
a problem, I had two assholes to call.

But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used
to be

So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.

"Hello."

"You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen.."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black
Beamer parked in front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying
your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole."

Then I called Asshole #2.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, asshole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...!"

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at
1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay
lover.

Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th
Street.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.

When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in
front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13 news crew.

NOW, I feel better - This is "Anger Management" at its very best.

Dia masih ingat (part 2)

Dia masih ingat lagi kata kawan kawannya. Semuanya masih segar di kepala otak nya. 'Sedih lah, nk pindah' 'Rindu lah' bla bla bla bullshit Ahmad rasa. Benar kata Dr.M Melayu mudah lupa. Ya, manusia memang senang kan berkata kata. Mungkin orang yang berkata itu tidak perasan. Manusia memang tidak akan perasan perubahan dalam dirinya. Hanya orang sekeliling sahaja yang sedar. Hanya orang yang menyayanginya akan sedar. Sekarang ni, semua kawan Ahmad dah ada life baru, sekolah baru, kawan baru dan yang paling penting geng baru. Geng baru mereka semua hebat hebat. Ahmad sedar, siapa lah dirinya kecuali orang miskin yang tak mampu beli apa apa. Tak apa, walau pun Ahmad kat sekolah lama, dia pun ada kawan baru. Dia tetap bersemangat untuk meneruskan hidupnya walaupun separuh daripada jiwanya telah hilang.

Dia masih ingat lagi kenangan bersama besfriends dia. Susah senang together, kena marah together, buat jahat together semuanya together lah. Tapi sekarang ni, semuanya mcm tinggal habuk je. Di tiup dan hilang begitu sahaja. Sebab itu lah Ahmad tak suka kenangan manis. Bila di kenang, sedih pula jadinya. Bagi Ahmad, lebih baik takde kenangan daripada kita asyik sedih je. Hubungan yang dijalinkan sejak sekolah rendah rupa rupanya bukan lah sampai apa yang kita harapkan. Bestfriends forever? Friendship remains and never ends? Fikir dua kali.

Sekarang ni, semua sibuk dgn life masing masing. Tidak ada masa langsung nak berhubung sesama lain. Nak mengejar cita cita kan. Tidak ada masa langsung untuk hang out. Busy dgn schedule mereka yang baru. Memang tidak ada masa langsung untuk each other. Susah kan hidup? Makin banyak chapter yang perlu kita isi. Ada aku buat salah ke? Ahmad berfikir. Kalau ada, aku nak mintak maaf dari hujung rambut sampai hujung kaki. Minta maaf sbb kawan dgn org yang tak cool sepertinya yang bajunya sentiasa compang camping (lol tkde kena mengena).

Satu hari ni, Ahmad bermimpi. Dalam mimpi tersebut, Ahmad disahkan menghidapi penyakit yang begitu famous sekarang, Influenza A H1N1. Semua orang pandang ringan sahaja akan penyakit itu, tp mereka tidak sedar betapa senangnya ia boleh mencabut nyawa orang yang disayangi. Dalam mimpi tu, Ahmad dipaksa makan ubat dengan cara yang menyeksakan tp nurse dia hot. Haha. Lebih teruk lagi, tsunami. Sejak kebelakangan ini, Ahmad sentiasa dapat mimpi tsunami. Dia sekarang hanya mampu berdoa dan taubat. Mungkin ada petanda.

Dia masih ingat ketika bulan ramadhan. Ahmad selalu buka puasa dgn kawan. Malam tu pergi terawih, buat 8 rakaat je sbb tak sabar sgt nak main mercun. Tapi sekarang, semuanya berbeza. Dah tak sama mcm dulu. Ahmad pernah luka kat tangan sbb main mercun bola. Sampai masuk paper lagi (tipu). Tapi tahun ni, dah tak ada dah semua tu.

Pada pagi raya yang penuh mulia tu, Ahmad berasa sukar nk bernafas. Mungkin sudah sampai masanya untuk pergi. Dia capai sekeping kertas dan sebatang pen dan menulis, (part ni mcm poyo tah pape merapu sikit tak pernah ada org buat mcm ni)

'Mak ayah, Ahmad nk mintak maaf. Ahmad selama ni dah jadi anak yang jahat. Terima kasih sbb didik Ahmad sampai Ahmad boleh berjalan, bercakap, baca. Jasa mak ayah tak dapat nak dibalas dgn apa apa. Nanti bgtau kawan kawan Ahmad, Ahmad sayang diorang, Ahmad tk pernah lupa kan diorg. Kawan sampai mati eh.'

Seperti raya yang biasa, mak Ahmad akan datang kejutkan Ahmad nk pergi solat aidilfitri dgn suara yang lembut. Berkali kali maknya kejut tp tak bangun. Mak dia pun dah cuak. Matanya banjir dgn air mata. Jantungnya berdegup dgn laju. Rupa rupanya Ahmad telah pun pergi meninggalkan Mak, Ayah, Danial, Alisya, Adriyana, Aryana, Akmal, Danial, Alif dan rakannya yang lain buat selama lamanya. Raya tahun ni disambut dengan penuh kesedihan. Selama ini, Ahmad tak pernah tunjuk pun dia sakit apa, apatah lagi mengadu. Mungkin dia taknak susah kan mak dia kot. Kais pagi makan pagi kais petang makan petang. Mak dia penat keluar cari rezeki jual nasi lemak kat bazaar ramadhan. Laku siot.

Apa jadi dengan Danial? Dan kawan kawannya yang lain? You decide.

THE END

p.s - Ending dia mcm taik sikit.
p.p.s - Kan best periksa boleh tulis mcm ni?

Dia masih ingat (Part 1)

Practise karangan (TANPA MENGIKUT TATABAHASA).

Pada suatu hari (ceh), Ahmad sedang baring atas katilnya yang begitu empuk sambil memikirkan kehidupan yang sedang dilaluinya sekarang. Dia sangat rindu kawan-kawan dia. Dia masih ingat lagi masa kecil-kecil dahulu, dia dan kawan kawan selalu pergi ke padang main together. Main gelongsor lah, main see saw lah dan yang paling menarik, buaian! Paling best, Ahmad berlumba lumba dgn best friend nya, siapa yang dapat buai paling laju dia menang yang loser kena belanja ice cream! Pernah sekali tu, Ahmad buai laju gila nak mati sampai tercampak terbang ke udara. Bagi dia, pengalaman itu sangat menarik dapat terbang selama 5 saat, korang boleh buat ke? Ahmad tersenyum. Ketika itu Ahmad baru berumur 6 tahun.

Sekarang, 10 tahun pun sudah berlalu. Terasa begitu sekejap masa berjalan. PMR pun dah lepas with flying colors. Ahmad dapat 8A! Dia berasa gembira. Ayahnya berjanji untuk menghadiahkannya Xbox dan PS3 dan Nintendo Wii. Maklumlah, game freak. Bestfriends Ahmad pun begitu, flying colors jugak. Alisya, Adrianna, Aryana (sorry Alya razif aku amik nama future anak kau, takde idea kot), Akmal, Alif, Danial. Semuanya berbf gf, tapi Ahmad sorang je takde. Ahmad kata nanti bila besar nnti baru dia ada awek cun melecun. Haha. Bukannya apa, memang ada yang nak kat dia, tapi Ahmad sgt poyo. High standard la kan. Okay apa apa lah. Belajar dulu katanya.

Dia masih ingat, waktu tingkatan 4 dulu. Masing masing sibuk nak pindah sekolah, dapat tawaran ke mrsm lah sbp lah teknik lah swasta lah. Ahmad tak mohon pun sebab Ahmad nak berbakti kat sekolah. Sekolah itu lah di mana Ahmad dapat 8A walaupun dia suka main main. Cikgu semua suka dekat dia. Teacher's pet, ya itu lah gelaran Ahmad. Makin lama makin sikit kawannya yang tinggal. Cuma tinggal Danial je. Danial tu Ahmad dah kenal sejak diorg lahir lagi. Duduk bersebelahan. Danial lah besfriend dunia akhirat. Tiba tiba suatu hari, Danial kena pindah rumah ke luar negara sbb dia kena ikut ayah dia kerja. So satu family pun kena pergi jugak lah. Tinggal Ahmad sorg sorg. Tp tkpe, dia masih ada lagi kan kawan kawan dia kat sekolah. Semua nya saling bantu. LOL. Waktu tu, Ahmad rasa sangat alone. Dia ada kawan, tp semuanya berbeza. Tak sama dgn bestfriendnya.

Dia masih ingat, waktu tu Ahmad tengah berjalan jalan dkt padang. Lepastu dia ternampak sorang ni, orang tu mmg dia kenal, dari segi rupa, cara berjalan, semuanya lah. Rupa rupanya Danial! Oh my god Ahmad gila terkejut campur happy kalau boleh dia nk jerit. Tp Danial tak perasan Ahmad. Agak sedih lah, niat di hati memang nk tegur, tp dia malu, takut tersalah orang. So dia pun pandang je lah Danial. And then Danial pn mcm pndg Ahmad. Danial cm WHAT? Ahmad! Muka dia pun nmpk happy. Dia pun datang lah salam dgn Ahmad. Tanya khabar. Kemudian, dia pergi begitu sahaja. Takde hot news langsung. Ahmad pun taktau nak kata apa. Tp bila chatting (cc kat sekolah free kot), Danial lain, bila jumpa, lagi lah lain. Balik Malaysia pun tk bgtau. Kecewa. Suspicious. Mungkin Danial sgt gembira kut dgn life baru dia, barat la kan. Hollywood sume tu. Haha tah pape.

p.s - to be continued.

Angau

a : Baby!! I love you! I miss you sdfm!

b : Babe! i miss you more than anything lah syg! bila nk jumpa? I tk thn lah tk jumpa u 1 day :( Lol

a : Yeah I pon tak tahan tak jumpa you baby! Omg I miss your breathtaking smile syg! I tak sabar nk jumpa you! Sume I buat jdi tak menentu tau. Makan tak kenyang, mandi tak basah. Help me yg! XD

b : woah! hyperbola!huhu. i pon. i rasa cmnk mati je. you rply lmbt pon i dah mcm OMG bila dia ni nk rply?!?!?! why whyy

a : Omg sorry I reply lmbt syg! U reply lmbt td lagi I merana tau. Nak nangis I. Nasib baik ada gbr you in my phone. But 10 is not enough compared to seing u face to face baby! I rasa I dah angau kat you..Omg what have you done to me syg? I love you!!

b :ala ala u jgn buat i cmni syg. please? i need you.hoho. online lahh!

a : Ahaha. Ok ok sorry syg!Ahaha.Oh,I klua lah sayang.Otw nak gi makan ni. Laen kali u ikot lah I, boleh jumpa dgn mamaabah :) HA HA HA

b : omg why didnt you tell me? kalu tak boleh i follow you kot. i duduk table lain, as long as i can see you, its already fine to me hoho

a : Aww terharunya i syg! La, share meja lah syg. Biasakan diri u dgn mama n abag, Sooner or later kene biasakan jgk kn syg?ahaha

b : yeah betol but i takut parents you marah. diorg kan tak suka ktorg togetheer. BIG LOL

a : Ahaha i tak kisah! Dorg kene accept jgk because i nak you sorg jek syg whether they like it or not! ahahaha

b : haha omg really? i love you i love you i love you <3333 style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" face="lucida grande">a : Ahaha. Love you love you love you too baby! Aha alright darling thanks for theangels but none of them is as perfect as you are my girl:) I'll msg u later k honeybun?ahaha.Love u lots darling! Muahx muahx muahx!

b : why? why are you leaving me? ive told you already rite i cannot stand even for a second not texting you. you tk phm ke? i love you. i need you. you nak i buat apa lagi?

a : Aha sayaaang! buat bersaba sayang! im not leaving u in any way! I'll msg u as soon as im free k syg? Saba k? I miss you too syg, its hard for me too!

b : yela yela makan je penting, you dah lupa kat i. sob sob sob :'(

a : taklah sayang, you lagi pentng!

FIN

this was a conversation between me and dotdotdot.
sumpah takde kerja .
geli kan? haha



UPDATE,
dotdotdot is none other than my cousin, Ili Nabilah, we were clearly fooling around that time