Sneaking out is fun

This is a story of 2 grown adults pulling an act of spontaneity in the wee hours of a weekend.

It all started with a ringing on my phone a little after midnight that led to a lengthy conversation. Then in the middle of it, out-of-the-blue-ly, u asked, “Wanna come out?” reinforced by a “NOW”.

On the other side of the line was me in a state of disbelief and confusion, and so I requested a reassurance to confirm what I heard was true. “Really? I’m always ready…if you are…provided you could step out of your house with your parent’s consent…”

“I sneaked out just now, they didn’t even know I was gone, I’m actually at the back lane of my house now.” You revealed sheepishly.

“Alright, if you say so.” Shocked, I replied.

And so I pressed the gas pedal as hard as I could, hoping to shorten the time it would take for me to get to you, while you fled the house and waited patiently for me in the park.

Despite the unusual hour of the day.

And the might-have-been strong disapproval from your parents.

And having to combat the annoying biting bugs in the dark all by yourself.

Not to mention exposing yourself with all sorts of potential risk a girl might face under this kind of less-than-safe circumstances.

*Yay!*

I couldn’t believe we were sitting face-to-face again, just like the good old days.

I thought we will never see each other again, not after what happened months ago during the last time we met.

But as always, you managed to turn my cold shoulder around, each and every time without fail, in such an effortless manner too.

Not that I am complaining, though.

I had better days than this

Give me NOT that cable TV at the corner of this hotel room.

Give me NOT that running air-con with a temperature setting that is just perfect.

Give me NOT the pile of mags that does nothing more than sitting quietly on the desk.

Give me NOT the bottle of Vodka on the bedside table within the reach of my hand.

Give me NOT the cold glaring light emitting from the laptop’s screen in front of me.

But instead,

Give me an intimate conversation.

Give me any kind of tangible interaction with a special someone.

Give me a warm body, next to mine, one that I could passionately call my own.

The sense of belonging is all I ever really need.

Right about here, right about now.

A Misadventure

本来，我还有种双颊发热目眩神迷的飘飘然感觉，
可是，当你迫不急待地将自己量化且拼贴上那充斥价格的标签时，
结果，我只好不知所措匆忙地架上那无形却有色的眼镜，
然后，以镜片后那锐利的眼神来审视你那副势力的咀脸。

我不够精明，也不擅攻心之术，只好撒军退兵，免了双方一场不必要的糗态与尴尬局面。

肉金有价？ 肉金何价？

Let it be known that I am anything but a moral crusader.

I am only trying to think with this head above my shoulder, instead of the one right between my legs.

*ahem* *ahem* *ahem*

Nothing in my life but lots of room for improvement

I am getting increasingly dissatisfied towards myself…

(Things are gonna get really ugly, and, boring, from this point onwards, don’t say I didn’t warn you huh.)

Too much of finer things in life I’ve set my heart to but too little spare time to get around to all of it I hope I could sleep even less than I already am or better still to forego the sleeping part in my daily agenda altogether I am trying so very hard to hone the skill of fast-reading I had enough of being a slow reader I wanna learn to take better picture and speak more language in the name of effective communication and self-expression I am somewhat restless
I might have the shortest attention span known to human ever I am dying for a fitter and toned physical appearance I am so unbelievably greedy and impossibly obsessive I went I saw I bought them all only to put them aside collecting dust and eventually totally forgotten that I even had those things in the first place One of these days I shall quit my job so that I can use all that extra time to indulge myself with my collection of monster proportion All those tunes, reads and visual delights I ever owned in my life I think the burning passion in me for my profession has totally burnt out and gone Sorry for not being able to clocked-in punctually, but y’all should be grateful for me even showing-up in the office at all No thanks to the seemingly irresolvable traffic situation in this city I have this lingering concern in me that my life is about to come to a crossroad that has a million branches or even bumping into a dead-end not too far ahead I tend to be so cold and distant to those people around me that I personally considered as disposable social acquaintances I am too unforgiving for those who had hurt my feelings in the past I could use some good qualities in the form of Zen Calmness and Composure I constantly put myself in an ultra-defensive mode I ALMOST NEVER MADE THE FIRST MOVE AND I HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT MYSELF FOR BEING A LONER ALL THE TIME Why do I always unknowingly unnecessarily raised my voice Whatever happened to my strong sense of confidence I wish I could write better Instead of puking up with a mindless blahblahblah such as this But pardon me I just can’t

Tell me if I am being too harsh to myself.