Lone Ranger

Say, there’s gonna be this massive party happening over the weekend across the state, but...

(RECHARGE-ing myself!)

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What would you do if your friend bails on you at the last minute?

What would you do if your other friends decline the idea of them joining you because they think that this party isn’t cool enough for them?

What would you do if your some other friends refuse your suggestion of letting you join them because they think you aren’t cool enough as company?

What would you do if you really wanna be a part of this out-of-town party of gigantic scale and yet there’s also absolutely NO freaking one to tag along with?

Now what in the world would you do?

Me?

I made the trip over the weekend with 3 of my best buddies who will NEVER let me down-

ME !
MYSELF !!
&… I !!!

Though I had no choice but to stay behind the steering wheel for hours to drive myself there and back, not to mention the boredom and sleepiness I had to combat along the journey all by myself.

But all in all, it was ABSOLUTELY/ DEFINITELY/ TOTALLY WORTH EVERY SINGLE BIT OF MY EFFORTS!

Thanks heaven I didn’t back out on this out-of-town-party-over-the-weekend for no one and whatever reason. I had such great times that, the uneasy feeling of loneliness was pale or even non-existent by comparison.

Give me a good party any day and you bet I will always be there no matter what! Be it Rain or Shine, Day or Night, Near and Far.

Solitude is just a small price to pay for a huge bunch of mad fun.

Dear The-One-that-got-away

“I don’t like your friends but I like you.”

“I don’t smoke.”

“I don’t like people smoking.”

“Darling, you can smoke if you want to.”

“Darling you go buy me the tube inhaler from the counter aaaah…”

It has been one whole week now since we met that night, and I just realized that I didn’t even get your name, and it wasn’t entirely my fault because I thought that screaming into your ears or yelling above the ridiculously loud music of that place we were in are no-good idea to impress you, hence some broken bits and pieces of your words were all that I could gather from that whole of a night.

However—

The only solid piece of evidence I managed to grasp is on my lips--the way my lips felt against your bare shoulder, to your beautiful neck, and eventually, meeting your lips once too many times on that night.

Not forgetting how I would end up feeling so very disorientated later when you abruptly ended the night out of no sign, and left me on my own, and left me hanging by myself, and left me feeling so high and dry.

See I was so convinced that you will take a snapshot of us sharing a blanket tucked away in the same bed the next morning, which you would later go around and brag about an unsuspecting out-of-towners being your latest find-of-the-nite to all your comrades.

But that was just me…It turned out to be a no-go afterall.

Given the circumstances, I am almost certain that it will take nothing short of a fate or miracle to bring us together ever again.

But I must tell you that, you better not be too naughty, for I will do my best to spank the heaven out of you—if our eyes should ever meet again.

Behave oh behave, my little Ms-Daring-Devilish-Half-Stranger-YOU!

Wants & Needs

As I subconsciously distant myself and became a keen observer—a bystander who watched every move, listened to every word, yet still being able to remain neutral and unbiased—I came to realize that we humans are such kind of being that is so driven by passion, controlled by obsession. It triggered my wonderings about our genes may actually be mapped out based on countless amount of wants-and-needs elements, which is a convenient explanation of the great length we willing to go in the face of desire.

Ultimately, our lives are all about identifying what we want and acknowledging what we need--a lifelong journey spent in pursuit of contentment and fulfillment of some sort. Constantly in search of someone or something to validate our mere existence, just so we could keep reminding ourselves that we are not alone.

So there we were, trying our best to fill up the deep-rooted void and emptiness in us.

And me...I was just waiting for the day till the wit & wisdom in me could talk me into wanting what I need & needing what I want.

Until then, I have no choice but to keep running around in my circle.

Or maybe I’ll never get what I want, because I always want what I can’t get?

Yeah whatever…As for the night, I only cared about getting my hands on a bottle from that beer bucket in sight--a sure shot since it was right in front of me within my hand's reach.

Cheers! Shall We?

The Hunter & The Hunted

Frown not if you were being measured by the size of your wallet and the inches of your manhood.

For you’ve been sizing your preys up with the size of their sets and the goodies of their aesthetics.

You should know better than expecting anything more than a casual fling from a bunch of eye candies, right?

(I’m Broke!)

So tell me, Who’s the HUNTER(ess) and Who’s the HUNTED now?

Drink vendor

I’d like all of you to meet my drink vendor in Thai,

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(Hey, a little bit of smile wouldn’t hurt nobody, would it?)

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I meant to approach and exchange numbers with her, but it wouldn’t make much sense since I can’t speak Thai and I presume she doesn’t speak any of the languages that I could either.

SIGH…

Excursion

I took a short stint into the land of Thais.

(In my book, Thailand = Cheap Booze, Massage Parlour, Colourful Nightlife = GREAT TIMES ALWAYS!)

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It was anticipated that I will inevitably return home with a black eye, a pair of limb legs, an empty wallet at the end of this journey, as a result of a series of hormone-fueled misdemeanor and ego-motivated brawl.

And how wrong was I.

At the end of the day, my eyes and legs were still intact, and I didn’t need to beg for my return fare either.

I've got these instead:

(I now own a giraffe, an elephant and a spider, don’t mess with me!)

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I sometimes amuse my own-self, really.

*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*