The T-Shirt

I glanced through my wardrobe, I pulled out a t-shirt. It was red, dark in color only sparks of you I can remember. The t-shirt that she left me with, along with pieces of undying memories.

Not like I don’t have anything else to wear, but it was already unfolded. I don’t think I’d want to spend another minute folding it. I snugged in, it feels nice, fits my back perfectly, like the way it used to.

As I lay in bed, I start to wonder what happened between us. Why was there too much hatred born from love? My thoughts unwind. Thinking about the time that passed by. I can still feel my toes, and I am no where near slumberland.

I leaned on my right, tucking my pillow securely under my arms.

It’s just a red dark collar t-shirt, what’s the fuss? But I am still touched, to think that it was actually given on my birthday, 7 years ago.

Happy Birthday Edwin.

ps: what are the odds of finding the gift that was stored away for 5 years on my birthday?

pss: I guessed I’m sentimental after all.

psss: No, I’m not hinting for a gift


It was Friday night out with the guys and some brought along their better halves, I was no exception. She sits and talks intently, while I remained focus on the road.

“You better call P, we need to know where they are..”, I asked her to do the chore using my phone. If you’re attending a surprise birthday party, you should tippy toe your way in and be cautious not to let the birthday boy spot you.

“P, where are you?”, she asked him.

“I’m at bla bla…”  tooot …  the phone call dropped as we dove into the tunnel.

In the mixed dark and neon lights, she asked, “how do I redial?”

“That’s easy, just say RE-DIAL”. I instructed her.

“RE-DIAL!” she said it loud and clear.

I could no longer hold my breathe, I burst into laughter. I laughed so hard that I actually cried, trying to hard to hold my tummy together. I forgot how she reacted, but I do remember her full-of-shame-face. Poor girl. ily 🙂

ps: We prank each other a lot 😉


It was a hot Sunday.

NH: So where are we heading?
AR: You’ll see when we get there.
NH: Ah.. so this is Tasik Shah Alam. This is my first time here.
AR: Ok, catch me if you can.

Then she ran off like being chased by dogs. She’s quick, but I won’t let this man’s ego go down the drain. Afterall, sprinting is my forte. I caught up to her, although I have to reassure you, she’s no ordinary runner. Gotcha! as I tapped her shoulder.

The cycle went on for 2-3 more times around the lake.

NH: Ok, I’m out of breath and sweaty, I won’t be chasing you anymore.
AR: Come on old man, you can do this!

Again, it was the ego sentiment she toyed around. There she goes, running off leaving quite a gap between us. One quick breathe, I chased her with all my might.


She shouted at the top of her lungs, asking for help while I was closely chasing her from behind. Everyone looked at me as if I was a molester or a flasher. I have to admit, I was pretty scared of getting beaten up by strangers. Eventually she stopped fearing for my safety.

She burst into laughter as I was still dumbfounded by the whole incident.

Alone in my room, thinking about what happened, I couldn’t help but grinning ear to ear. She’s witty and playful, reminds myself of how I used to be. But I’ll make sure someday, she’ll gets her dose of medicine. *Scheming up to something*

ps: Oh yeah, after 4 years, I’ve finally found someone who compliments me in every way 🙂

That Red Cherry Lip Balm

I always carry with me a red-cherry flavored lip balm no matter where I go. I’m not exactly vain, but I like my lips wet and I hate licking them (it could send the wrong type of signal).

As I was strolling along my new work place (dashing from floor to floor meeting people), I couldn’t help but play with my balm. Open cap, close cap. The cycle repeats infinitely.

Edwin, you pakai lipbalm?” a hot babe asked. I smirked. It’s the new age, everyone wants to look good. And no exception to me, plus, I’ve always been the sales oriented type of person. So looking good is a plus point.

Pelik tengok lelaki pakai, I pon tak pakai.” she added.

You nak sikit?” I replied.

She blushed and pretended we never had the conversation.

ps: Be careful when striking a conversation, it might hit you back.

Pemandu Perasan Gile

There I was, doing 90kmh taking my sweet time over taking cars on the fastest lane. Until I saw an Orange MyVi, I slowed down. There were 2 girls inside the car and I’m not sure they’re hot or not. It was dark and obviously I had to focus on driving.

The driver’s door wasn’t properly shut, so I honked them, worrying of their safety.

I honked again. Raising my hand, trying to get some attention. She looked at me and pretended she didn’t see me.

The third time I honked, she raised her hand as if refusing to communicate. WTF?

Eventhough I am driving a souped-up Gen2 with nasty looks and peeled paints, doesn’t mean I’m trying to get girls on the road! What more while driving! Obviously I know a better technique to get a girl’s number. Shessh. Perasan gile ok!

Down-shifted and sped back to chase the traffic.

It left me puzzled for minute there. Here I am, concerned about their safety while they tried hard to refuse my good-will gesture.

It’ll probably be too late to tell her, “I told you so”, when she’s thrown out of her car.

ps: I can imagine her telling her friends, someone is trying to woo her on the road. Ko igt ko abes comel la?

pss: That’s not my car, in case you’re wondering. Bad ass pipping exhaust, good design but fail air flow.