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greatest story ever told


Friday, September 25, 2009

You can’t stop loving or wanting to love because when its right, it’s the best thing in the world.



his cousin: dengar-dengar Mahir cakap die nak tunang?
me: *gulps* AH TUNANG? dengan sape je die nak tunang eh. i tak nak tunang.
his cousin: alaaa okay what tunang.
me: NO WAY!

HAHAHAHAHA! i really don't know what Ahmad has been talking behind my back but tunang is definitely out of the picture. goodness, when can this tunang/marriage issue dissappear. Ahmad surprised me every single time.

today, we headed out to catch the F1 practice session with his cousins. seriously, i don't enjoy myself watching the car passing by at the speed of light like he did. i enjoyed talking with Hazurah more. HAHAHA. i swear we girls could not fathom boys and their love for cars. OH WELLS!

anyhoos! yesterday, i amused myself by plucking the courage and headed to his place because his mum wanted me to. all these time, i was giving all silly excuses i could find every single time his mum wanted to meet me because i am pengecut like that and i really don't know how to talk/ambik hati orang tua. but because his mum bought dresses for me from Bangkok (too sweet!), i am obliged to meet her.

and so it went better than i had expected with Ahmad leaving me in the kitchen to talk to his cousins outside. tsk! the horror laa, die pikir aku nak kemas dapur die agaknye. thank god for his sister who kindly invited me to her room. i shall give myself a pat because i could utter some words instead of being numb while eating, while watching tv, while talking. hee.

that aside, i don't want anymore meet-ups with his family, not now at least cause im still feeling the jitters from the previous one. in his words you memang tak fair, almost everyday i go your place, you tak pernah nak datang my place. this boy never understands my position as a very pengecut girlfriend. ISK!

and everything aside, i can't wait for december to shop with my favourite peoples! *dances around*

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