A couple of poets.
Yesterday Husband and I had lunch together, and we went to Starbucks after that, because I was craving for the molten chocolate cake. He took a picture of me standing near the traffic light, where I was keenly observing (or rather, being a kaypoh, haha!) an ahpek who was pushing a trolley full of stuff on the other side of the road, and the whole thing fell, and I was wondering where he was from, and where he was going to. I mean, he was pushing a trolley full of boxes, and there weren't any lorries around or anything, where did he push it from?
And how come all those men standing around weren't helping him.
Anyway. The husband then uploaded the picture to IG, and captioned it with a poem, and said I will never be able to reply with a poem, coz my malay isn't as good as his.
WAHAWHWHAHAHWHA. He bagi dare to the wrong person lor.
The pic that started it. Heh.
As you can see from the picture above, I won. I am very proud of myself, honestly, because he is always always always saying I'm not good in Malay stuff, but lately I think I improved a lot, haha.
This is possibly one of the reasons why I love my husband a lot. I mean, come on! A poet has got to marry another poet!! Hahahaha.