Saturday.
2 days ago.
I had a date with him.
so, as i went out... as i was at the gate... n my mum was in the house, lookin out...
as i was closing the gate... 2 seconds more n id be in the car...
but no.
i had to look up.
i had to look up n see my mum lookin at me..
I had to ask her Wat?
had to.
n so she asks me... the same things again.
goin out wit who?!
friend.
Guy or girl?
guy.
1 or more?
One.
...
she raised her eyebrows at me.
but tat was it.
it wasnt the 1st time i was out alone wit a boy...
but they never had any problem wit tat.
why din i see it?!
Why din i see tat they wud ask for his name!
How cudnt i hav seen tat?! they always do...
N previously... wenever i tot about it... Id always Always see the problem wen his name wud have to come out.
but no.
Id become too cocky.
I had to think tat the world wud be nice to me.
ha.
naive.
yea, tats wat my dad called me.
so we were out...
n my dad called now n den...
sounded a little weird.
jus a little. Ha...
oh well.
we finished the movie at 9+.
den we went to get some stuff.
yes. we Had to wait till after the movie to get the stuff...
done by 10+.
had dinner till 11.
yes. i see tat u guys see why shit happened.
U think its bcoz of the time?!
yes. probably. well yea.
thing is... like i sed... i was too cocky.
Id been back around 12 the pass few times too n never got into trouble...
yes. i got back around 12 tat nite.
we did try to leave immediately at 11 true. but the bloody taxis n bloody rip offs...
long story..
n the bloody ktm.
ha..
sure.
blame public transport eh.
n i did not see wat was comin.
ha.
i cant believe i was tat stupid. tat... naive.
yes.
I did figure id get heat for being home late...
but i figure it wasnt very much my fault.
dinner n a movie i tot...
but did it cross my mind tat theyd want to noe Who i was out wit?!
no.
ha.
so u see?
its my fault.
yes.
thank u.
n i get home at 12. in a cab wit him.
well i figure they already noe im out wit a guy anyways...
i step out... guess wat i see?!
My dad lookin down from his room window!
ha. tat was freaky.
n i go in.
n my brother gives me heat.
who cares. he's 19. wat can he say.
den my parents come down, n all is still ok.
'Look at the concern parents!' my dad jokes...
they give me some heat... but all seems ok...
den my dad asks. Is ur boyfren Indian ah?! i see all dark one! (excuse the language! we are after all Malaysian.) (by the way, i dun swear all these are the exact words... im tryin the best i can... )
Is he indian ah?!
n i start laughin.
yes. laughin.
tat was how cocky n naive i was.
so he goes
ur boyfren indian ah?!? Dangerous ah u...
n he looks at my mum n me... Her boyfren indian! Dangerous eh! (i hope u guys understand tat he was still half jokin)
Oh n BTW, might i add, i found it funny bcoz yes, my boyfren is sorta indian. But also sorta something else too. N tat something else, the actual truth, is so much worse. (my apologies... i hope u get wat i mean. in terms of level of trouble id be in wit my parents...) N the fact tat No my boyfren is not dark at all! n i have No idea how my dad cud be so wrong n yet so right at the same time!
Im sure he cud hav been chinese n somehow my dad wud hav tot the same! from wat he saw. I hav no idea wat he saw but my boyfren didnt come out of the car... n he cudnt possibly see him properly thue the car, n i mean No la! he isnt dark at all wat!
N yet... my dads...'guess'...his lucky guess i say... was so So close to the truth.
n yet so far as well...
[N yes, as i type tis, i still find it very funny!]
den the laughter stops.
the laughter stops bcoz the trouble starts....
my dad starts to ask, Wats his name?!
Wats his name, i want his full name.
N still... still... i can find it all funny...
now i seriously wonder... how cud i have been So SO stupid!
I laughed n went 'insert my boyfrens name'.
n i was still smiling at my dad, smiling wit that challenging look in my eyes.
yes.
dun.
i feel like jumpin off the buildin myself. i dun need ur help.
n my dad goes Wat?
n i sed it again.
Malay?!
Yes.
n tat was the end of all the smiling...
all the happiness...
all everything good.
U better stay away from Malays i tell u.
u better stay away from Malays.
and it hits me. n i turn n start to walk upstairs.
U hear me anot?! i am serious. U better stay away from Malays. Ure gonna get urself in trouble.
N so i go up to my room.
i feel the dread.
i stay there.
somehow i feel i shud not write all this in detail...
*sigh*
tis is long...
guess i'll start to cut things a little shorter.
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