I have three most significant guys in my life that I share something I like to call a relationship. They surely taught me a thing or two while we were together. If you care enough to know of who-taught-what-to-who stories, just sit back, rilex and enjoy. I’ll let the fingers do the talking 🙂
Guy 1, who taught me the real meaning of love
Car is still with brother and I usually just take the train but sebab taknak susahkan mum pick me up, so I decided to take the bus for ride home yesterday. Thanks to my hunch, or it could have been me on that train that collided yesterday near the Bukit Jalil station!
The bus passed by Kotaraya area (it feel ages since I came here and memory kinda flashed back at the back of my brain). This place was practically my second home during those day where I spent every waking minutes with Idzurin, the guy that taught me how to really love at a very young age (17 that was). I had been in love (noun) before, but never really been in love (verb). There I was, in the bus, passing the Tutorial Tuition Centre where we enrolled for tuition class together (I was struggling for my SPM and when he doesn’t have classes, he’ll wait by the window [I’ll purposely sit at the seats by the window] and make faces and ask me to go out of the class. You very well know my relationship with Mr. Temptation weren’t as good, so there we were, carefree and laughing all the time bursting outta tuition centre and quickly took that number 23 bus to KLCC. Mental note: gotta blame him for my bad SPM results!) 🙂
The bus then passed the music store, where I bought him oura anniversary gift – a guitar pick. He was so overwhelmed when he got it and straight use it for his gig later that weekend (and he played pretty bad-but he never blame me though, or the guitar pick for that matter).
Then there was McD Jalan Silang, where we always get a quick bite (lastime there was McSaver Meal- any burger with Coke just for a price of RM5.15) and we share it together (budak skola la katakan, takde duit) while waiting for my last bus to come.
Petaling Street, which is there as long as I could remember, where he always go running to buy me flowers on our bad hair days. And CM, where we roam around doing nothing, watched movies at the Cineplex there (don’t know whether it still exist?) and layan the buskers playing their guitars along the street.
And there was the bus stop. Ah, the meaningful bus stop. Where he always wait for me till my last bus came (9.30pm) and send me home with sad puppy eyes (I think orang keliling dah naik muak nengok us yang macam la sedih sangat nak berpisah. muahaha). There were also times he send me home (naik bus la tapi) and later take the cab all the way to Bukit Indah. Those time. Those pretty times 🙂
He taught me to fill the small blooded thingy in our chest called the heart with love and passion. I thank him for that.
Guy 2, who taught me that love is (still) not impossible
Still mesmerizing my memories in KL area, there was Puduraya bus station, where me and Syam stopped whenever we took the bus from Melaka. He always bought his last ticket north, so that he had an excuse to wait for me until my bus arrived. And there were times too that I followed him back home north, and we just sleep in the bus till it reaches its destination where his mum usually picked us both up. Oh, I just love his mum. She’s a sporting Chinese-convert widow, and he was the only child, so imagine the treatment I’m getting all the time! *blushed*
When we got our PTPTN money, we always find it as an excuse to treat ourselves to Nando’s next to what used to be Impiana Hotel (now Casa something2). There used to be a waffle stand where I must get my fix before I go home (super delish waffle!). And when we depart to our Uni in Melaka, the kebab in Lebanese bread from Kyros Kebab seemed like a good to-go food. We eat and listen to the songs in my 8310 Nokia handphone and never let go of each other’s hand throughout the journey. Yepp. Those days. Where we had fun and never think about other things (eg:study?). And they say love is blind, huh? 🙂
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not reliving my past. Those good days are hard to come by, you know. But sometimes it is tiresome to have this magnet-like memory where I managed to remember the slightest of details – some of that I don’t wish to remember. Don’t know whether this is a curse or a gift? 🙂
Btw, I did mentioned there were three right?
Oh, the third guy, he’s a real piece of work. He taught me how to hate.