Love stories #1
I’ve been in an excellent cycle of heartbreak, it was very good, but never been in love. Love is a magical light, it came from a lucky star, when it travels through you, you could actually feel it pulling your soul, makes you lose seconds of your life, shortens your breath and beats your heart so hard it actually stops it — as if they were the final seconds of your life. And in the final milliseconds, you will feel so close to dying and all you can do is to hope for a sentence, ‘i love you’, so you can come back to life.
And if you don’t come back to life, congratulations, you’re probably will become a creative writer, heartbreak turns you funny, good luck next time. But if you do come back to live, i envy you.
You’ll come back to life like this : Your heart will beat again, gently, and so will the other person’s, and you both will feel so relieved, in the residual lights it had left, eyes will twinkle and winning smiles will flash and beam — perhaps, you both will look like idiots — but then, you both will love.
Love is a transformation, it makes 2 persons share a common soul.
Heartbreak turns you funny.
I’ve never experienced love firsthand. Some good friends of mine said that is not my time yet. I do not know if they are lousy fortune tellers, nor do i know how falling in love really feels like. Everything i know about love was not read from a book, nor seen from a movie, nor had i experienced it firsthand, but told, told by silly friends of mine.
Elly told me like this.
1. Ali and Elly.
“Hoho, kenapa tiba-tiba mahu tahu?” Asked Elly, “sebab migraine?”
I had a bad migraine that night, so bad it actually could kill me if i had to exaggerate, but if i had chosen not to, i would have written it like this :
I saw lights, of sharps lines and blurry dots — they make me feel sick in the back of my throat. My left eye was as heavy as a broken heart, my left nostril was blocked with a thick layer of air, and the passage to my left ear was blocked with a buzzing sound. I wanted to bang my head against a wall and die happily.
(And this is an odd style of my recent writings : I now write stories the way i would speak to myself.)
“Well, if you nak tahu,” continued Elly, “It’s like this. But fucking long tau tak! And complicated sikit. Because the world is so fucking small and everyone is interrelated, it’s so fucking annoying.”
By long, Elly meant it a week. She meant that it would take from a sunday when she first told me the story, to the next sunday when she actually finished it. She told me from the night she first met Ali, and she told me what happened the next day and she told me what happened the day after and she told me the details of everything that i never experienced firsthand.
She told me i could write it on my blog.
Elly was 17, or 16 going on 17 when she looked like a chinese and went to an indian-muslim restaurant, she hung out with 8 malay boys, and 3 other malay girls, in a long table that perhaps was made of 3 square plastic tables.
Elly was 15, or 14 going on 15 when she first met Zureen, one of her best friends whom she referred to as the prettier version of Diana Rafar.
Diana Rafar was too old and was neither Elly’s nor Zureen’s best friend, neither did Diana Rafar look like a chinese and hung out with 11 other malays and felt awkward because it was her first time going out with a bunch of malays.
But Elly did, she felt left out in an indian-muslim restaurant, in a long table that perhaps was made of 3 square plastic tables, where she had to talk about which school she came from, uncertain if she should tell them she was a school debater, and quiet, she made no funny jokes but to laugh at the wrong ones.
Elly thought that she was weird, the rest of them thought Elly was a false chinese, but one guy thought otherwise — he thought Elly was arrogant, smart and pretty.
That guy was Ali.
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And in this strange way to write the stories of love, i will continue the story of Elly and Ali. Until next time.
he just thought i was arrogant lah!
and i’m NOT a national debater.
what is this, so many add-ons i dont know about!
shadup elly. let me write in my own way.
i’m sure any guy would find u pretty and smart. i’m a guy, i know a guy will only fall for one thing : a pretty girl. if a girl is not pretty, but smart and intelligent and talented in so many things, they can only become friends. there’s no way a guy would fall for a girl whom he doesn’t think is physically attractive.
think i lied? ask ali then.
national debater tu memang add on. actually sekolah debater peringkat kebangsaan issit? correct me.
Elly knows Firdauz?
Firdauz knows Elly?
Z knows Elly!
Can Z know Firdauz too?
One more thing, Elly dan Ali make a grrrrrreat match! Saya pernah memaksa mereka panjat pagar hostel tho wtf wtf kesian mereka kena gigit nyamuk wtf wtf
can can, hihihi. it’s loopsinner{at}gmail{dot}com.
and ur such a terrible friend! OMGGGGG why did u do that to them!
bahaya tau if anything terjadi dekat mereka nanti sakit kesian
jangan buat lagi ye
=P
nyamuk kat Z’s previous college mutant-mutant belaka. fucker betul, got bitten a thousand times in a thousand different places. itchy AND pedih ok. sebulan cannot wear short-sleeved tops!
oh! and Z dapat warning from the entah-siapa-entah.warden was it, Z?
yes,that’s baru betul firdy.i only WISH i could represent my country.
see, i knew it! z is such a terrible friend lah
*pukul z kuat-kuat
but then they’re just nyamuks, sissy la u!
eh, interesting la this story, can u guys write me the story? of panjat pagar hostel and kena gigit nyamuk. make sure z adalah seorang watak jahat, and u and ali, watak yang sissy, nyamuk pun kecoh!
i create account for u guys ok? jadi penulis jemputan for this blog. for u and z. please please, funny stories must be shared!
sissy my ass. sissy is spelled f-i-r-d-a-u-z. you kena gigit nyamuk kat Z’s previous college baru tau. fucking things can kill.
you know the saying “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”? (it was from nietzsche, wasn’t it?)
well, he fucking bluffed us all! (see, a typical atheist. always tipu people)
what doesn’t kill you, makes you a drama queen! (and that’s from me. and i hate atheists!)
nyamuk kenot kill u la sayang. btw, write me the story la! i’ll setup the account, please please please. i wanna read it!
Fast, pass me what you are smoking.
NOW!
when you’ve set it up and stuff tell me. i’ll trannify this blog of yours. teehee!
mana itu love story?
Penulis jemputan? Waaaaaaa NAK NAK
Yes, this story is pretty funny actually. Aku ingat lagi yang aku pakai cargo pants dengan Elly’s SUPERFUCKING SMALL heels, aku rasa kaki aku macam kanak-kanak malang China masa tu manakala Elly meredah semak samun memakai slipper aku.
Elly dan Ali was lead by a sort of friend of mine, with the same motive which is menyeludup rakan-rakan ke hostel untuk spend a night. Before that aku dan dia survey options kamikaze yang tinggal.
Lalu terjadilah insiden perang di antara Elly, Ali, RJ (kawanku) dan Nyamuk-nyamuk Senja.
(Ini hanya sinopsis)
vlad : hahahahah. i smoke nothing la. i damn stupid right =(
elly : set up already! huhuh. cepat tulis! =P
Myhorng : coming coming. wahlau, u guys ah, when i wrote long entry also complain, short entry not finished also complain. what is this? a welfare country?
Z : menarik gila babi! write me the story pleaseeee!!!! i set up u the account already, huhuh
hello. i’ve been a silent reader of yours and had initially planned to stay that way, until this post. funny reading this story being retold from a stranger’s perspective. is the continuation going to be written by elly? semangat dia compress 2 years into 1 week.
i was one of the girls, tp sedihnya dilabel pakai bangsa :’(
elly memang racist pun. while other blogs are combating racism, this blog makes fun of all races, because you know, racist jokes are the funniest (and we have nothing to combat because the truth is, we’re not really racist, except towards a common enemy : rempits. they’re so annoyingly jahat kan?)
racist for fun je, nothing to be taken that serious pun.
no la, actually elly bukan cerita tentang kisah cinta dia and ali, dia cerita how ali and her became an item (and that took her a week, gila panjang kan)
she mentioned you too, dia cakap “i don’t like diana because she’s a malay”
there, racist kan elly
=P
fucking bimbo. go gain more weight can?
and another thing, wei why cannot publish eh? i tried, but cannot. how how.
on the left sidebar/menu, go to Posts > Add New. Write a title, in the middle section, top. write your post in the contents area, below the title. Then press the ‘publish’ button, it’s blue in color, on the top right.
first time blogging issit?
Great post, can’t wait for the next installment.
Which translated means “EH FASTER POST UP A NEW ONE LAH!!”
i tried twice, but it was realllllllly slow, and in the end, dia hang. hmmm. i’ll try again at home.