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Friday, August 27, 2010

My Bushuk Fiza Falak


It was a rather warm tropical night in Barbarillos, Wangsa Maju.

I was sitting at a darker end of the premise. With a cup of steaming hot coffee on the table and a lighted cigarette, I was patiently waiting for a very dear darling of mine. I was halfway doing my cigarette when she suddenly popped at the front entrance of the cozy outlet.

"Hello," she said.

She didn't change much since the last time I met her. Still with her pretty hairdo and her sensual smiles, she was still the very much the person I keep dearly in my heart for a very long time now. She placed her tote on an empty chair next to her and took her seat, facing directly at me. And then she pulled that smile again while her fair-skinned fingers played with her long, straight hair. I tapped my cigarette ash into the ashtray and smiled back. 

"Hello, Fiza."

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Today, it has been a year, or so, since I first knew Fiza.

Sazfiza Falak, or better known as Fiza Falak, is the closest darling o' mine that has never failed to amuse me with her neverending wonderful stories. Yes, for those who are still speculating, she is the sister of the nationwide popular Sazzy Falak, so quit it already.

Quite different from Sazzy, Fiza has this thing that so far I still could not properly understand that keeps luring me back to her every now and then when we first knew each other through my blog long ago. Probably it was her charms and still. Fiza is the type of person who is not only warm but very friendly as well, at least to me perhaps. I don't know. But what I know is that Fiza has never turned me down with anything.

Except when she canceled one meetup because of some errands. Pfftt.

The common interests we share are football and coffee. She is an avid Manchester United fan, and so am I. She drinks coffee like nobody's business, and so do I. The first time we met, I was, you know, controlling my intake of coffee just so that I won't get too hyped up, especially because it was around 2.30am in the morning and I had myself lost in Bukit Damansara to find her residence and helped to sneak her out while her parents were sleeping. She ended up making me look like a freaking amateur on coffee. I sincerely looked seriously bad.


A fan who took it way too seriously.


From that first meeting, our relationship grew so well that both of us remain friends (*cough*) until today, though she once bit my arms and left her tooth print that until today puzzled my mom of how did I get such provocative marks, and after that made me scratch her back because she 'couldn't quite reach it'. Ha :D

I had never met such a lady myself, especially when it comes to her cheesiness and her coolness, her playfulness and her naughtiness. Her essence of beauty is of course very astonishing - her exceptionally fair skin and her beautiful hair and her stunning lips and whatnot - these traits made her not only an authentically pretty lady but as well a walking time bomb. Or a water heater - she melts many quite frankly easily.

Being a lady she is, she has natural tendencies to show her motherly talent. She loves kids much to a point that it is not impossible for her to go around playing witch just to kidnap some kids and take them home for herself. 

Even until today, whenever I am back in KL, she will be one of the very few first person that pop in my mind that I should spend some very good quality time with, because I knew she will never bring me down in one way or another. 


Another possible victim. 

As to conclude, Fiza is a very special darling of mine. She has been very supportive during my early days of sorrows, and she helped me through. She gave me the strength I thought I could never will acquire, and she gave me the reason why to stand up and face life at its best. She guided me with her words, with her softness, with her feminine side, and her sensuous smiles. 

She will always be my only and only Bushuk ;)


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This is for you, Bushuk. Thanks for everything you gave me; your supports, your smiles, your laughters, all the hopes that matter, your advices, your faiths in me and your warmth for me. Thank you so much!

Miss you, love you, whatever. XOXO.



p/s: sorry for taking your pictures without your consent. This is for my arms you bit! :D


9 comments:

neyra shazeyra said...

nice girl. knew her from twitter :)

Mighty Jacksparrow said...

nice girl indeed ;)

mellissa said...

lovely :)

neyra shazeyra said...

yes she is :)

Mighty Jacksparrow said...

M: kan tasha? :D

NS: yea of course! she's my bushuk!

Radin Fadli said...

gi mandi, suh mandi jadi wangi =p

Fiza Falak said...

awwwwww.....nanti i'll write a pos on u ok?

neyra shazeyra said...

fiza, nanti u write a post about nazmi, u kata dia more more busyuk plak heee

smartalucii said...

You should marry her instead of making her as a pillow-totting mate.