“Are You Gay?”
he asked me in all seriousness, his voice almost lost in the ruckus of KL socialising.
I balked inwardly and paused.
What?
Did i hear right?
Why is he asking me that out of nowhere?
I don’t even know him that well.
Did someone say something out of the ordinary to him?
“What?” i shot back in answer.
“Are you gay?” he repeated.
Think.
“No,” i replied flatly.
“Are you sure?” he pressed.
“Yes,” my smile faltered, now he was just irritating me.
I said no, i said no la. What else you want to do?
“Alright then. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
….. But i *am* okay…
Okayyyy… rhymes with… gay…. 0_o
“..OH.”
He was asking, “Are you okay?” and not “Are you gay?”
Bloody loud sound system -_-
Apparently i look so bad with my eye bags and lack of sleep that people were asking me to go home and get some rest.
So i did.
And here i am.
Blogging Resting.
hahaha, are you gay .. hahah. erm. yeah. haha.
hahaha, are you gay .. hahah. erm. yeah. haha.
Funny, Adam always always always asks me, “are you okay?”
Funny, Adam always always always asks me, “are you okay?”
So lame & so fake.. haha! Just another fairytale huh..
So lame & so fake.. haha! Just another fairytale huh..
jason: walau… why your blog links from xanga to blogspot to a dotcom wan… haha
albert: true, he *does* always ask that. passed the habit on to me too -_-
jason: walau… why your blog links from xanga to blogspot to a dotcom wan… haha
albert: true, he *does* always ask that. passed the habit on to me too -_-