i was sitting down,
my knee hurts, and my back aching.
The heart thumping, the blood all rushing.
ohh.. i dont think i'm that young
anymore, Its the second round circling
the Jusco Bukit Mertajam and here i am ...
Cute little girls sitting right by my side on the bench.
Young in their shawl with top so tight, i think i know
they're using one hook or two.
Sat near to me like i did not matter to them,
on the positive side, i now i dont smell bad.
on the negative side, i know i've lost the
ancaman of a man who would flirt with them.
I know u wont seat by the side of a guy who
look like he's the same age as u right?
all of those who's still teenager please answer.
For them i am not more then an old guy,
A rusty old pole they would gave up their seats
and being that close to them,
i just cant help eaves dropping.
'so camana mamat ari tu?'
'tak nak ah.. suare sedap, tp sms gagal!'
'ohh kejap!! dont tell me he's old!!?'
'yes!! seems like it, dia eja abis semua down
to the imbuhan... tak sanggup ah aku!'
'sure dia tu pakcik kan..'
and they laughed...
1) kena belajar tulis bahasa sms 'muda' ker pas ni?
'hai!! chat? i kner g klas jap, u jgn mrh yew'
Okeh pocket try!!
2) pocket check balik SMS pocket,
wah!! 'independant' pun pocket taip sampai ke
silent 't' nyer!! abih laaaaa...
3) bahasa jiwa bangsa sis!!