This is gonna be a typical dating story I can assure you so be warned. I want this entry to be detailed because I wish to read it over and over again. Shut up.
Today I had a date with my boyfriend. His name is Ferdaus. Oh, let’s just call him Ferdie now, shall we?
It was a brief four hours of a date and short was what it was. Ironically, it’s the four best hours of a date one could ask for.
As always, he went to my place to fetch me. I made him wait (now that’s a rule I wish to keep) for awhile before we eventually made our way to town.
Any-o-how, he got me two slices of strawberry shortcake. A way to win my heart, for sure. A birthday cake one figured seeing they were not eaten throughout the date. One assumed.
We had Ayam Penyet after which we proceeded to Cineleisure to get tickets for our Inkheart movie.
I wish to now shatter your crooked perception of my boring date. Ha.
Moments later saw us walking towards Paragon. Before I know what he was doing, he pulled my arm and there we stood, outside SF's store, bless this Italian man.
He insisted I try on the black ballerina shoes I’ve been yearning for all this while, that last little while.
My desire had a history, in fact.
You see, after watching, (dreamily I might add,) my trainer back during my training days wear her different colors of SF shoes everyday, I had promised myself there would be a day where you would see me wear mine.
Little did I know, I had not an inkling I swear, my boyfriend surprised me with this. Advanced birthday gift it was. He didn’t allow me to purchase 'em overseas despite it being cheaper. Gawd I love my gift! And you.
While I was waiting for him outside Al-Falah mosque, (yes, he prays as well, am I not lucky) my mind began to wonder.
Suppose I did bad things all these times, why was fate being nice to me? Should I wait for my finale before the heavy dooms of tomorrow sets its task and destroy my very happiness? Whoa, that would be the day I don't wish to see.
I got me happiness. My family, my friends, a partner and kick me, a good job to call my own. I doubt I am sucha good person. Rather, I see me as the evil twin of…. me, if that's even remotely possible.
To hell and beyond I deserved to be. True as they say, good things only happen to bad people. I just hope that deep inside, the above knows I do have a good side and an angel will help me see that. Who knows, Ferdie might be just that one.
Let there be no light at the end of my tunnel, but the hopes of a supernova.Pray tell, it might do me good.
Dear mr & mrs bloggie, ahhh.... I really did enjoy myself despite that short span and thank the above for all that he has given me. And thank you Ferdie for making me a happy happy girl.
I pray I become a better person for I know, I am confident, I can. I will change over a new leaf.
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Drat, that reminds me. I have a drinking session next week.
