The Insane Octopus Love Story

Originally posted on September 27th 2003

Real, heartbreaking love stories are hard to come by, and harder to resist from not reading it :-

I had the chance of bumping into my love interest (I'm sure you people know what I'm referring to, right?) the other day at Bandar Sunway. I saw her in front of a car workshop, looking ever so beautiful. I'd fallen in love with her at first sight some years back. I approached her slowly, my heart starting to beat furiously and my palms were getting sweaty. She was a work of art, and I admired at how GOD had infused the "intelligent design" into her. What a masterpiece!

She was there, and I went up to her and began to whisper sweet nothings to her, but as expected, she did not respond to me. Aah, how painful it is not to be able to hear her sweet, soothing voice. Yet, I stood there, admiring her slender body. How I wished she was mine, but I knew that if I had her, (and since I came from a not so well-to-do background) I wouldn't be able to afford her meals much each time we went out for a drive. And I knew that even if I did have her in my life, each time we were to go out together, she'd be turning other guys' heads and they too would have wished that they had her. The chance of her getting lost, stolen by another guy was too great, and I promised myself that if I got her, I'd protect her with all my life.

The simple truth was that I knew right from the start I set my eyes upon her, she was THE ONE I was looking for all this while; there would be no other of her kind that would be as beautiful and as graceful like her. The rest of them buggers back at church already knew the big secret that I liked her; the beans were spilled some months back, ever since I knew how to drive. And they'd constantly tease me over the issue, but I want to tell you people one thing, and I'm not afraid to admit it; I REALLY LIKE HER A LOT.

Yet the financial barrier remains the main culprit; I just simply did not have enough hard cold cash to support her, let alone get her into my life. The only decent thing left to do was to stand far away and admire her from a distance, and dream of her presence every day; how I'd love to feel her in my hands and to show her off as a trophy to my church friends, who'd be green with envy. :0)

The happy moment I was enjoying with her came to a sudden halt when a man came out of nowhere, and began to stare at me with the eyes that seem to say, "Hey! She's mine. Don't even try and think of stealing her, you hear me?" She belonged to him, as I could evidently see now. With that little-boy lost look in my eyes, I turned and took a few steps away from her, while the man got into my love interest - A Toyota Supra 3.0 Twin Turbo Engine DOHC - and slowly backed her from the parking lot into the road, and sped away immediately, kicking up some dirt towards me...

Aah, I loved that car very much (IT WAS A CAR, WHAT WERE YOU PEOPLE THINKING OF ?!!!); I'd fallen in love with her since the day I learned how to drive, and sad to say, I just can't afford to own her (which BTW, she's worth a clean RM138,000) and afford her petrol "mealtimes" (This car can take in a hell lot of petrol). And also that insecurity part when I'm driving her around town, they'd be people plotting to steal her away from me.

And most of my church friends know the big secret that I like a Toyota Supra anyway. That's cos I keep ranting and raving about that car each Sunday without fail. And driving her to church will seriously get my friends into my list of envious people, and well, that Supra 3.0 was in the workshop's parking lot that day when I saw it...

So, to all my friends out there who are reading this, never ever be afraid to love the car of your dreams. Never, ever let that dream die. Steal, kill, lie, cheat or do whatever that's necessary in order for you to own that car... ;0)

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