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Wednesday, October 14, 2009



Wala Wala

Acid Bar

dear mr & mrs bloggie…
As much as I hate to say this, I realize that recently (you may shoot me the next time hey), I’ve been wishing, oh boy have I been wishing, that I was eighteen again. All I wanna do is party and drink till the mother of all cows come home.
Some see it as a venue for distraction. I would like to think it as a compensation for missed out opportunities. Needless to say, in one simple word; Pointless. We all know that’s not gonna happen anytime soon, or it even remotely happening. Still, one can't help but pray for a miracle. Ack.
Ever since my baby Ina joined me in the singlehood club, we’ve been spending time together like constantly. Sometimes we would chill out at three in the morning (at the void deck, mind you) until the sun threatens to rise, which on some occasions, it bloody well did. It is a boon, definitely, when our guy mate joins us for each session of hang-outs but a burden for we crave he’s someone else altogether.

To prove how idiotic we seemed, there was one time two policemen wanted to screen us. Shame on me, I was utterly flattered that they thought we were young teenagers. Blimey, as you could see, we were that keen on wanting to feel young again. You simply have no idea. Okay, we’ll leave THAT as that.
Last night, my baby Ina and I visited Acid Bar. Painful for me as you all know but I went despite that dreaded feeling. Ordered myself a Strawberry Margarita and soon, my baby Ina and I were well on our way to Acoustic Land.
Because request of songs was via SMS, I was seen typing this away:
1) Killing me softly- Lauryn Hill
2) All out of Love- Air Supply
3) I will survive
4) Any break up songs pls! :)
In which the ever so talented singer sang some and the irony! figured out that it was the two of us who requested ‘em.
It didn’t help one bit that she was practically promoting us to her male audience and heck, even suggested that the birthday boy (who was apparently ‘single’) to ask us out. Bah!
“All the single Ladies” was a nice touch from her and every so often she would make the audience drift their attention to the two innocent ladies who were sitting in a corner just trying to enjoy the music. No chance of that of course. As if “Now there are the beautiful single ladies there” wasn’t bad enough, she had to point her finger at….. Go figure. -_-
Now, you would think we were glowing with the fact that those eyes were on us. Ironically, I felt like an old hag with her girlfriend sipping Martini at a pub sitting in one corner, with the word PATHETIC written all over. Try basking in that ladies.
Feeling my sentiments yet?
You have no idea how I wanted to die in shame. I don't know… I will never get used to the fact that I was/am single and I can assure you, neither will my baby Ina.
However, in some sick twisted way, I am glad that we are single together. Me being there for her and she being there for me. And let’s not ignore the fact that the taxi driver bared witness, what when we seen crying together in the cab while trying to cheer each other up. Watching my loved one breakdown just wrecks my heart.


I love you awak. And I'm sure he does too. :(

Ho well.....

Perhaps, it’s impossible for time to turn back. On that note, I’m sure it’s every way possible to make things right again. I screw up sometimes but learn from them I do. Don’t every human? Give me time, I will reconcile my epiphany soon enough.




I just hope I'm not too late.




cinta
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