when i saw a girl bring a food case to the canteen last friday, i ask her what's inside it. she said it is chicken porridge cooked by her mum at home. and just like that i dialed his number.
me: where are you?
he: hostel.
me: i saw a girl eating chicken porridge at the school canteen.
he: the canteen now serve porridge?
me: no. her mum cook for her at home.
he: oohh...
me: i want it. kinda craving. can you cook it for me?
he: see first if i go to the market later.
me: then go. i want to eat it.
and yeah, that night i'm having chicken porridge for dinner with a message 'jangan suruh tecer zila makan banyak. pantat dia tu besar sudah'. i do listen to you. i no longer eat a lot. like real lot.
sedap
fizzy is out dating and here i am rambling about him with a glass of vanilla tea...;)
and i smile i love no
i laugh happier somehow
no i don't know what is up with me
i laugh too much recently
no, they don't know much about us
when we're exchanging glances
let's watch something random
turned to something awesome
p/s: apa yang menahan hati kau dari benda bahagia? your past or the present?