'i know u like pecan butterscoth cookie' he said
'???' i gave him that query eye
'u like those type of cookie right?'
'aaaaa...' *finally i got the subject* 'u read my fb eh? this is why i dunt like fb sometimes....tends to make people think that they know me more, accidently.when u dont, actually'
'but u wrote it ur self. so...i know u do like them, right?'
'if so, watcha gonna do?'
*he opens a can of cookie*
'shut-uppppp......u didnt...' me wishing to kill him right now
'yes i did...' he replied, making me feeling like stabbing him more
'i've bake them...well, actually, my sister did...so ya, kinda, i made this for you'
*wtf-speechless*
hmmm....
*muching on the cookies*
'so....since you think you know me better, what do you REALLY know bout me?' me giving the angkat-kening-sebelah look
well....
i know that u love coffee, but i dunno what coffee is it. so, we should go out and have coffee together
i know that maybe u like going to the movies. so, maybe we should go out and see the silver screen sometimes
i know that u like platypus, that u wanna train it to be a serial killer. so maybe we can train the platypus together
i know u love music, especially jazz. so maybe one night we can go to a jazz joint together
and his list goess on....
hmmm....
i never taught that guys like this still exist, like seriously. and i appriciate that he make the effort to notice small things.
but i admit to him it takes more than those 'knowing facts' to come by me
in the meantime
we're just friends
and believe me, this one, will be a longgggggggggggggg friendship.
*aisya finding ways to dodge him* -_-"
cant blame me for being 'me', right?
