We are Eight

Yesterday, marked the 8th year of 'whatever'-ship between me and him. You could replace 'whatever' with friend/relation/court.

I knew him during my days chatting in Alamak. Every weekdays, 4pm-6pm. I was 16. He was 17. I was overweight, he was not. I had two chins, and still have, while he had one. I lived in JB and still am, while he's from SG.

We never really chat online. He was an Ops, while I was the 'ordinary citizen', always harrassed the Ops for font colours. He was one of my usual victim, "Bro HuLk.. nak kaler boleh?"

Oh yeah, he still teases me about the Bro thingy.. He once asked, "Why you never called me Bro Hulk anymore? mcm dulu2.".. ape romantik panggil Bro.. ape je tauu..

The first time I met him was at a small gathering in Singapore, the first I ever went to, meeting strangers in person. He was the last person to arrive. Konon fashionably late. I did a double take when I saw him, saje nak kasi confirm "HuLk ke tu?", I asked a fellow chatter. You'll know what I mean from the pic below. Oh, and try to guess which one is him.


And so, bila mata bertentang mata, (I didn't really get to bertentang his mata, since he was so shy-shy cat, sengih2, cakap sepatah dua saja, when i asked him many years later, he said he was 'observing'..yelah tuuu) dari mata turun ke hati, dalam hati kembang bersemi.. two weeks later we decided to meet again, and 'accidentally' go steady.. and the rest is history.. eh OURstory.

Doakan kami.