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Yesterday, I went out with Fadz. Had loadsa fun, and in tribute to that wonderful outing, I wrote this poem. I fused Malay-style poetry with the English Language in this poem. What is Malay-style poetry? The first two lines of every verse are like Liverpool in the English Premier League - useless, but there for show. The next two lines are the ones that matter, the ones with the content - the satay at the end of the stick. Well, just for the first verse, at least.

Wednesday, 21st September 2005
Samad likes to eat satay
He buys the satay at Bedok
Went out with a girl yesterday
Thank god she doesn't look like my datuk

She's smart and charming and funny
We ate at KFC
Colonel Sanders was there as always
Smiling like P. Ramlee

We discussed school, life and studies
We talked about our buddies
Mus dropped by to say hello
I'm tone deaf - I cannot play the cello

Sorry for that last bit of useless info
Elton John is a homo
The girl, however, was not
And for that I thank God

Or she wouldn't hang out with me
She would be at home
Imagining being on a date
With Martha Stewart, in Rome

I really appreciated
Her hangin out with me
I bought her a box of Royce,
It made her really happy

I got to see her laugh
I got to see her smile
To be able to bring her joy...
It was worth all my while

I teased her, for that I'm sorry
I did not mean what I said
You're no bimbo, oh sweet lady
And I'm saying this without being paid

I know you're hurting inside
I know there's someone you miss
So my shoulder is yours to cry and lean on
Until you find your missing piece


-Suff