You and me, girl. You know in your heart this is never gonna work out. I know it too that I'm willing to sell both my ears to the most stingy sausage maker in town. If there is such a sausage maker in town, that is. First of all we're from two different worlds. I want different things and you don't see it any wiser why I should want things completely different from what you consider every egalitarian person alive should have. Maybe I am not egalitarian enough. The truth is I've just heard this word for the first time and heaven knows if I know what it means. That's how different we are. You use big words as natural a speaker as an experienced chef slicing an onion into wafer thin pieces, while I struggle to reproduce those words with four or five syllables in them so I can catch up with you. Never mind about looking the words up in the dictionary. By the time I find out the meaning, you are all fired up to discuss another topic with even bigger words with more than twelve or twenty syllables in them. I can never catch up with you. My brain isn't as bright as yours. Maybe age is the only thing that we share but you gotta face it. We are two different worlds. Yes, I know which school you went to and I'm fully aware which university you did your PhD
Lemme tell you this. While you were learning new things and getting wise at the famous all-girl school, I was out with a couple of friends stealing from beggars on the streets of Penang and missing school at least three days a week. While you were arguing facts and figures with your friends on campus, I was probably half conscious on the floor, locked up in a jail for brawling or eating in public during Ramadan. No, I don't think you and me can be together.
I can't love you. It's not right. It's not right for me to be falling in love with someone like you. You need someone like that guy who went to space. Someone who can argue with you. I can't. I only know how to make a fool of myself by hiding behind stupid jokes that I crack.
Yes, this is good-bye. So long. Adieu. I ain't sad because we never had much going anyway. I ain't sad because this is a good thing for you. It's a good thing. Trust me. Because how can I love you when I still wish for someone like her if I made it to heaven...