Lost in the parking...

B:Sayang, where are you?
A:Dalam kereta.
B:I’m at the parking but I couldn’t find where your car is….
A:I kat tempat semalam la.
B:Kat mane? Now, I am going straight … Can you see me? Tell me where I should go.. I am totally lost.
A:Ha, I can see you. Hey, at your back
B:Meaning I have to turn back?
A:No, turn right. I’m at the back of that car.

B:At last, I found your car. Sorry yang…
A:Lupa ke yang?
B:Aah, Rasa macam sama je kiri kanan. Tak sure yang mana satu.
A:Awak!!
B:Hehe....

Pity me, I don’t know why, but at this age I suffer from a chronic short term memory lost. Whenever the illness hits me, I forget things as if they never exist in my mind or as if they suddenly are being erased from my memory lane. And the symptoms persist…. Because most of the time, I am lost.

Luckily, (maybe lucky for me, but unfortunate for him) I have this one-and-only man-who-called-himself-Justin to cling to whenever I’m in trouble. He is my reliable guidance, my dedicated counselor, my devoted supporter and of course lah my loyal unpaid driver.

Ok, back to the story. Nasib baiklah dia tak melenting. As usual, I throw him the sweetest smile that I could fake to hide my worries, and as expected he smiled back, sheepishly. It has been a while since he found out about my habit of forgetting things, but what to do kan.. bila hati dah sayang… lalalalalalala~

He drove me back to my home sweet home and he then headed home without a single distressing word about my lateness, my so-called-illness or even my oily face.

He is my other half; a man-who-called-himself-Justin (He's a bit perasan. Only his hair looks like Justin Timberlake OK)

Anyway, thank you so much dear, & i always love you