Dear Cupcakes,
the journey to the street market, we start our journey very late, the strawberry late here, maybe strawberry que to use the bathroom, such me are easy coz Bob not going so i took the bath and pray b4 him, yet still i cant go to strawberry to give her note...Bob insist me to stay with him to watch the MU vs Arsenal (not importan) tthat why not capital letter, Lina and me persuaded Bob it one a lifetime oppurtunity to spend the time together.....
i called the cupcakes when we start moving from our Hotel, i really miss my cupcakes, hope she will changed her mind, but still i the one to be blame, she invited me to go to BookFair, i felt guilty coz not being with her, i used to spend the nite with the cupcakes, the traffic are snarling, bumper to bumper, sometimes it comes to standstill, i can see Hairul very dissapoint from his face, dun't know whether he angry with the 50 or the alumni, I hope i can sit next to my sweet strawberry, then can see she not on the bus yet when i hoop into the bus,
my tear drop when i can hear my cupcakes in other side of our conversation, really miss her a lot, i called her ayg like usual maybe its attract other such Rozi, he look very interest with our conversation, i talked with my cupcakes about half an hour, the duration i took to go home from Shah Alam, (with my Soyuz 1300cc, 150 bhp) maybe its different now, the tire torn and give swing everytime i pushing it to hard during corner...
the conversation end when everyone seem interest with our conversation, also the strawberry seem a few times look at me, after it ended i changed my seat to frant seat next to Hairul, i cant let other saw my face at that time, i juz want to cry loud,
the visit to side walk market are juz like a route to hell, everyone seem like a fly around the dead meat, really want to get rid all the people, patient ( the moment u act will show ur behave, and show ur truly who u r?)
