chaka chaka

the year is 1999. it’s hari keusahawanan at school and i meet this adorable trendy thing. her pants are awesome and i tell her so.

it’s 2004 and we’re sorting through your clothes ala bundle-style. i feel stylo just like you.

we meet under shitty circumstances in 2006 with cuntfaces and cheebyes over vietnamese coffee. but it’s ok. we have girl talk and each other.

it’s 2009 and we’ve had girls’ night and birthday kisses and shopping and partying and everything else in between. i love how you get me (the cynical nasty bitch) excited about everything. your company is a terribly clichéd shining beacon of light in my life. everything is somehow happier, better, fun-er and awesome-er when you’re around.

bestnya hidup aku because you’re in it.

happy 10th anniversary, echo(saya)punya.