Since I was little, I was known as a daydreamer. My list of what I shall become one day is quite long. As I grew older, the list became shorter when popculture, girls, video games, friends, television, the Internet snips in my dull teenage life. My parents always had big plans for me. My dad wanted me to become a doctor. While my mom, purely aspired me to become an Imam, sending me to a Tahfiz nearby our house. It was one of the first steps towards realizing her dream. To my parents, I am a decent, bright and an obedient child. Bright kid, good grades. What more could they ask for
But when I was in primary school, as I approached secondary school, things change. I still remember how disappointed my mom was when I broke the news to her that I didnt register for Arabic class. My dad consoled her, saying that Its his decision and we should respect that. Little that I know, both of my parents upbringing shaped me to become who I am today. Independent yet nave.
When I was in primary school I had this peculiar dream of marrying a person I knew from secondary school. I didnt care. I really thought that I needed to marry someone Im used to, or grew up with throughout my teenage years because for me, the teenage years is an important phase in ones life. It was a phase of many Firsts. I think you get the picture. Sadly, my female friends often treat me as their younger brother or buddy or some sort. Im not short of female friends though. They were all like my sisters. Hence, I turned to the Internet and with little words of encouragement from a friend. I signed up to MySpace. Thats where it all started.
I stalked her every once in a while. When I say stalk, what I really meant was reading her blog. Even during the days when I was with Sya. For me, getting feeds and news from her blog, has always been a relief. Knowing someone that you know is close to you is a good feeling. At least, thats how I felt after reading her blog. Having said that, I never had the courage to contact her or even poke her online.
I always have reasons not to say hi to her. Until one day. It was in early 2013, while I was busy doing my thesis and was on my final semester, I dozed off and I stalked one of my junior on Facebook with FB name Arab, or what people call him now, Lad. I noticed a familiar name on his wall. It reads, Diana Nuzuin. There were lines of comments. Based on my readings, they had a very unusual intimacy going on. Silly comments, calling each other names, mysteriousconversation-only-certain-people understand. Yup. They had something going on. It reminded me of a certain situation. Nevermind. The point is, they were really close.
I was surprised. Puzzled. And I asked myself,
How the hell do these two know each other! I switched off the laptop. I need to wake up early tomorrow. Internships.
