Friday, October 16, 2009

Q&A Session

One of the boys in RPX asked me,"Sister, when will a girl be old?"

I was speechless for a moment, thinking to myself, what kind of a question is that?

I replied him, "Well, you can always be young at heart."

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Keeping a Promise

She typed and typed as though there were so many stories to tell... After a while, her speed typing screeched to a halt as if the whole world was still. Nothing seemed to have mattered more than those tiny little words in the screen in front of her and the screen, in contrast to her dark room, was brighter than it would have been usually.

She read through the story and she scrutinized every single word that she had written. Then she rested her fingers on the backspace button, giving it another thought. Speaking out aloud, "Nope, this is not the way...." And she backspaced all the tiny little words.

A promise is a promise, especially when it is one that we made to ourselves.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Mina Rempit, Yet another drunk me, Ciggies delivery & Run over by a truck!

Highlight of my yesterday:

Went to the community outreached program organized by my firm. I find it fun to teach. And the kids are somehow adorable. Though they like to tease me, calling me nicknames of "mina rempit" and "hantu". I was speechless. Boys will be boys :)

Reached home at almost 6. Captain called me for some drinks at Wiki Bar in BSC. Went along with it and we had Mccallan single malt whiskey. Very smooth. At 9pm and after a few (lost count) drinks, I was beginning to be clumsy (slipped and broke a glass), high (speaking louder than the usual sober me) and sleepy (sleepy is sleepy, no need to further elaborate.

Managed to reach home safely with some minor scratches on my car. Immediately hit the bed.

Wide awake at 3a.m. Facebook and msn non-stop till five plus. Told a friend on msn that I finished my ciggies and was craving for a puff but it did not seem to be a wise move to go out alone in the middle of the night to get myself another pack. The friend offered me ciggies delivery. :P

He reached my place with the promised ciggies and we chatted till 6a.m. I had another few more cans of beer. Offered him some but he said no thanks. After the few cans, I was high again. Bid goodbye and I hit the bed again.

Highlight of my today:

HANG OVER. FELT LIKE I WAS RUN OVER BY A TRUCK.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Almost a Good Anniversary

Being the usual stubborn me, I've never failed to do things in my own way, not necessarily the correct way.

With a can of beer in my hand, I closed my eyes and try to visualise how different things could have been if only I've listened to L. And at this very moment, I speak out aloud to myself as if L were sittng next to me, "Gosh, you are so damn right! But L, there's no turning back now. It's too late for me to listen to your advise isn't it L."

Damn, my right fist is now all swollen and with bruises.

And I wonder if I should be admitting myself to "Alcoholic Rehab" or "Anger Management Rehab". Perhaps both...

With the birds chirping and the sun rising, I feel my heavy eyelids.

Stop wallowing in self pity...