The white, burnt baju melayu

haha. when were at ryan's house, i acted goody two shoes n voluntereed to iron his baju melayu for him. cuz he wanna follow us all go raya visiting. den he said the-word-that-i-shall-not-mention-here n asks zilla for stick of ciggie frm me and bcuz of dat i was like sorta mad n i said, "I heard dat!" (for the word he used) n den i was like so busy talking i didnt realize dat the iron was on top of the shirt. i didnt move it away before talking.. den when i move the iron, to smooth the creases, the fabric juz tore. OMG. I M LIKE SO FREAKING FUCKED OUT. WAT IF HE SCOLDS ME? WAT IF HE HITS ME? WAT IF HE GETS SO FUCKED UP DAT HE'LL EMBARRASSED ME INFRONT OF EVERYONE?!

So i went to the kitchen n said nicely n put on my pitying look n said:


Me: "Ryan.. im so sorry, i burnt ur shirt."

I expected the worst frm him. budden, i was wrong. his reaction was so unexpected. he juz went disappointed n went inside the room n checks the burnt shirt n said,

Ryan: "Alah.... baju ni aku beli pakai duit aku sendiri tau.. aku tak byk baju melayu... aku mane suka pakai baju melayu nye orang.."

and den i panicked.



Me: "Ok la, aku kasi kau 2 stick ar? can?"


Ryan: "Tak nak ar. aku nak satu pack rokok."


Me: "Kk, boleh, lain kali aku belikan kau. but sorry eh, aku bakar baju kau."


HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA... KESIAN SIAK.


That baju melayu is very nice siak. white colour. so nice, fabric so soft. skali, i go n ruin it. so fucksified.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004 ·