Calling all my senses
I can't see
or taste
or feel you anymore
And every day
I'm calling on my inner strength
To fight for something once worth fighting for
Maybe it's life in the real world
Maybe it's all been my fault
What if I go?
What if I leave?
What if I show you how you're breaking me?
And I know,
whatever I say I'll still be thinking
What if I stay?
Staring at the stars
I make a wish
that I could travel back in time
I lie awake just looking at your face
And I remember how you used to look at mine
~Melanie C
3.20.2009
Dream or Real?
I was awake by surprise just 4 hours ago (which had me awake until now!) because of my dream. Which got me to think of the possibilities that there’s perhaps a connection between dream world and real world. I was dreaming about me and this guy I’ve dated but didn’t work out as I hoped it would.
(Dream World)
We were having dinner at this place when suddenly, before our meals came, the lights went off. Having dirty thoughts on his minds, as horny as he was, we ditched out dinner and just went out from the place.
Before we got into his car, I remember this lucidly, I said to him ‘wait, you haven’t paid the bill!’. And he went to pay for the bill.
I remember we got into this fight in his car, and I gave him silent treatment by rearranging his things in the car.
Then, I asked him whether he wants to stay over or not and before I know it, I already gave him a blowjob. It was then when he got me choked because he digs too deep.
(Awake)
I was startled and awake and felt suffocate along with my attempt to breathe. And then I realized, it was just like that choke-incident I had when I gave him heads on my dream.
Geezzz…
Lots of love!
(Dream World)
We were having dinner at this place when suddenly, before our meals came, the lights went off. Having dirty thoughts on his minds, as horny as he was, we ditched out dinner and just went out from the place.
Before we got into his car, I remember this lucidly, I said to him ‘wait, you haven’t paid the bill!’. And he went to pay for the bill.
I remember we got into this fight in his car, and I gave him silent treatment by rearranging his things in the car.
Then, I asked him whether he wants to stay over or not and before I know it, I already gave him a blowjob. It was then when he got me choked because he digs too deep.
(Awake)
I was startled and awake and felt suffocate along with my attempt to breathe. And then I realized, it was just like that choke-incident I had when I gave him heads on my dream.
Geezzz…
Lots of love!
my Sims are gay!
I started playing Sims again when I bored out of hell with my shop-scene. As you probably already guessed, I created a male avatar in my description and named him Obie Gaylicious (in the hope of I can make him as gay as I am now). He lived in 88 Gaystreet, Bayview. An eclectic house designs, with colors everywhere. Reds and indigos majorly, but also yellow and green attached here and there.
Evidently, it’s true that you can make your Sims as gay as it seems. As Obie is now like, totally gay.
My Sims now married with another male Sims I made, Darren, and they lived happily together. And seeing their togetherness, it bugged me, really. In all my previous relationships, I have felt that togetherness feeling and, clearly, now all that feelings are rushing back, made me realize that I’ve missed those feelings.
The game turned out to be too real for me. The way they looked at each other, the way they missed each other when the presents of others not in sight, the way they hugged in bed, the way they kissed, kid, everything. Once, when Darren was having his moment in the toilet, Obie was in the kitchen making dinner with Darren’s face and love signs all over his mind. Another time, they were outside, cuddling under the tree and talking about the moon (or so). I’m telling you, the Sims really did that! I didn’t add anything just to spice up this story I’m telling. I really didn’t want to admit this, but I guess I really am the relationship type of guy. No matter how hard I tried not to think about this single life of mine, it kept coming back to my concerns.
Was it because of these failed relationships I had lately, that made me feel rather melancholy? I’ve always placed these thoughts in my head… That it wasn’t supposed to be this hard, being single is not the end of the world, love will come around.
Where’d all that go?
This is the kind of dilemma I could not share to anyone’s around me, also the kind that I would really need help from. But, just the thought of me being too soft having this silly trouble I made, let alone share it to others, had throw me out of line and kept it all to myself. I guess I really am not up to running for ‘drama queen of the year’, huh?
Funny how it has always been me, when I’m feeling blue and gloomy I’ve always felt in peace listening to mellow songs. Just now, I’m listening to this song that really embodied my on and off relationship.
Calling all my senses
I can’t see or taste or feel you anymore
And everyday
I’m calling on my inner strength
To fight for something once worth fighting for
Maybe it’s life in the real world
Maybe it’s all been my fault
What if I go?
What if I leave?
What if I show you how you’re breaking me?
And I know
Whatever I say
I’ll still be thinking
What if I stay?
Back then, I was running with suffocating, heartbreaking relationship yet I couldn’t get out from for the reason of my love for him. I kept on dreaming in believing that us both can work things out, that no matter what we’ll both get through everything, that his love for me was true. I was away from home when I’m with him. And every time I threatened him by packing my clothes after us fighting, he begged me to stay and when I looked in his eyes, I saw sincere apology.
But now,
After 2 months apart,
After I see things clearly,
I won’t be thinking ‘what if I stay?’.
Perhaps ‘Thank god I left!’
Don’t get me wrong; being with him was such fun. And if I’d be given the opportunity to have ‘fun’ with him again, I would. Mamas gotta eat!
Lots of Love!
Evidently, it’s true that you can make your Sims as gay as it seems. As Obie is now like, totally gay.
My Sims now married with another male Sims I made, Darren, and they lived happily together. And seeing their togetherness, it bugged me, really. In all my previous relationships, I have felt that togetherness feeling and, clearly, now all that feelings are rushing back, made me realize that I’ve missed those feelings.
The game turned out to be too real for me. The way they looked at each other, the way they missed each other when the presents of others not in sight, the way they hugged in bed, the way they kissed, kid, everything. Once, when Darren was having his moment in the toilet, Obie was in the kitchen making dinner with Darren’s face and love signs all over his mind. Another time, they were outside, cuddling under the tree and talking about the moon (or so). I’m telling you, the Sims really did that! I didn’t add anything just to spice up this story I’m telling. I really didn’t want to admit this, but I guess I really am the relationship type of guy. No matter how hard I tried not to think about this single life of mine, it kept coming back to my concerns.
Was it because of these failed relationships I had lately, that made me feel rather melancholy? I’ve always placed these thoughts in my head… That it wasn’t supposed to be this hard, being single is not the end of the world, love will come around.
Where’d all that go?
This is the kind of dilemma I could not share to anyone’s around me, also the kind that I would really need help from. But, just the thought of me being too soft having this silly trouble I made, let alone share it to others, had throw me out of line and kept it all to myself. I guess I really am not up to running for ‘drama queen of the year’, huh?
Funny how it has always been me, when I’m feeling blue and gloomy I’ve always felt in peace listening to mellow songs. Just now, I’m listening to this song that really embodied my on and off relationship.
Calling all my senses
I can’t see or taste or feel you anymore
And everyday
I’m calling on my inner strength
To fight for something once worth fighting for
Maybe it’s life in the real world
Maybe it’s all been my fault
What if I go?
What if I leave?
What if I show you how you’re breaking me?
And I know
Whatever I say
I’ll still be thinking
What if I stay?
Back then, I was running with suffocating, heartbreaking relationship yet I couldn’t get out from for the reason of my love for him. I kept on dreaming in believing that us both can work things out, that no matter what we’ll both get through everything, that his love for me was true. I was away from home when I’m with him. And every time I threatened him by packing my clothes after us fighting, he begged me to stay and when I looked in his eyes, I saw sincere apology.
But now,
After 2 months apart,
After I see things clearly,
I won’t be thinking ‘what if I stay?’.
Perhaps ‘Thank god I left!’
Don’t get me wrong; being with him was such fun. And if I’d be given the opportunity to have ‘fun’ with him again, I would. Mamas gotta eat!
Lots of Love!
3.17.2009
my mother's diamonds went missing...
And she’s gone ballistic!
She cried the whole day, accusing everyone who passed her way. She even called me twice downstairs to ask me if I ever saw her diamonds and she went to my room once just to confirm the same thing. She informed everyone that the last time she wore them was last Saturday when she went to this party. And just this morning, she found them missing. And with accusing tone on her voice, she asked if I had been home on Sunday. I was, so I said yes. You’d think that after the last incident of losing some of her jewelries like 3 months ago and some psychic had told us that she just forgot where she put them, she wont budge me or any other family member about another missing in action dilemma. She did tell us that this diamonds of hers apparently had cost her a house. But with her pre-dementia attitude, we’d think that she just forgot where she’d put them. If no one ever did ‘stole’ her diamonds, I’d risk everything I’ve got that she hid them somewhere that no one, not even her herself, know where to find them!
Try to avoid the situation at home, just this afternoon I went to Pluit Village to calm my head from all the heat. Couple of days ago, while going through my dresser (so much of a dresser, it’s a pile of clothes laying on my suitcase), I found underwear that does not belong to me. But I loved them! It’s white and very sexy (as I tried it on, damn!) and I’m pretty sure it belonged to my sister. Yes, it’s for women, and buying children’s underwear for me to use the last time didn’t stop me before (I am sick!). So, while I was in Pluit Village, why not buy myself sexy underwear? I went to women department and had found what I’ve been looking for. Slightly different… Better fabric and color. I bought the hot-pink and black and white stripes. You know what? Much cheaper than the sexy underwear I bought, for men, Skinwear. I’m gonna need to come back tomorrow to buy some more.
After walking around PV with nowhere to go, I finally went to Jco for some wireless Internet. Replied couple of mails and download couple of pictures (non-pornographic), and I just realized that I didn’t bring my match! Now how am I going to smoke?! The first time I’m spending my time at Jco and not smoking any of those filthy cigarettes. Desperate for one, I went to Carrefour to buy a match. I called dewie (my sister) to pick me up since she’s home already. On the way to where she’s picking me, I saw this fabulous sun glass the style I had always wanted. The one Victoria Beckham always wore at any occasions, but of course, mine didn’t say Christian Dior or Roberto Cavalli on the side. But close enough. So I bought them, yay!
Went home,
Ate something,
To my room,
Watching Ghost Whisperer season 04,
That’s pretty much my day up until now…
Writing this.
Lots of Love
She cried the whole day, accusing everyone who passed her way. She even called me twice downstairs to ask me if I ever saw her diamonds and she went to my room once just to confirm the same thing. She informed everyone that the last time she wore them was last Saturday when she went to this party. And just this morning, she found them missing. And with accusing tone on her voice, she asked if I had been home on Sunday. I was, so I said yes. You’d think that after the last incident of losing some of her jewelries like 3 months ago and some psychic had told us that she just forgot where she put them, she wont budge me or any other family member about another missing in action dilemma. She did tell us that this diamonds of hers apparently had cost her a house. But with her pre-dementia attitude, we’d think that she just forgot where she’d put them. If no one ever did ‘stole’ her diamonds, I’d risk everything I’ve got that she hid them somewhere that no one, not even her herself, know where to find them!
Try to avoid the situation at home, just this afternoon I went to Pluit Village to calm my head from all the heat. Couple of days ago, while going through my dresser (so much of a dresser, it’s a pile of clothes laying on my suitcase), I found underwear that does not belong to me. But I loved them! It’s white and very sexy (as I tried it on, damn!) and I’m pretty sure it belonged to my sister. Yes, it’s for women, and buying children’s underwear for me to use the last time didn’t stop me before (I am sick!). So, while I was in Pluit Village, why not buy myself sexy underwear? I went to women department and had found what I’ve been looking for. Slightly different… Better fabric and color. I bought the hot-pink and black and white stripes. You know what? Much cheaper than the sexy underwear I bought, for men, Skinwear. I’m gonna need to come back tomorrow to buy some more.
After walking around PV with nowhere to go, I finally went to Jco for some wireless Internet. Replied couple of mails and download couple of pictures (non-pornographic), and I just realized that I didn’t bring my match! Now how am I going to smoke?! The first time I’m spending my time at Jco and not smoking any of those filthy cigarettes. Desperate for one, I went to Carrefour to buy a match. I called dewie (my sister) to pick me up since she’s home already. On the way to where she’s picking me, I saw this fabulous sun glass the style I had always wanted. The one Victoria Beckham always wore at any occasions, but of course, mine didn’t say Christian Dior or Roberto Cavalli on the side. But close enough. So I bought them, yay!
Went home,
Ate something,
To my room,
Watching Ghost Whisperer season 04,
That’s pretty much my day up until now…
Writing this.
Lots of Love
3.16.2009
As It Turned Out...
I NO LONGER HOLD THE CROWN FOR BEING QUEEN OF THE WORLD…
OR DRAMA QUEEN FOR THAT MATTER.
This bitch that sort of, somehow, kept on crawling back, seeming for attentions she crave from everyone that ironically revolve around me, hurts me just to hear another piece of her. As the former queen of the world, it is my nature to reject all things without me in it, let alone another demanding-attention bitch that breathes near me. What bothers me the most, I exploited every force within me that I had not having to deal with her attitude, it is my sister that kept that bitch coming back, living and sadly, breathing, among my surroundings. The bitch works for the same school my sister did, and apparently they’re some sorts of soul sisters. Eughhh…
In the past, she did things that appear to annoy everyone in the group and the group sort of disowned her by ditching her. This group includes my siblings, our friends and me. And ‘she’ includes her alone! This happens like years ago. It felt like years ago. So, with this, she has some sort of ‘history’ of her own regarding her not-so-fond personality amongst my surroundings. Somehow… not knowing how or when, there she was, on the front door picking up my sister for a night out. Really, personally, I have nothing against her. That’s why, back then, I welcomed her back, not knowing I let myself in for distasteful ride.
She had this boyfriend, soon-to-be married, who left her not long after she decided together that her boyfriend, both her sons and her are going abroad for achieving their supposedly ‘dream life’. Made her stressed and all. If you have feelings, then you’d understand. I empathize for her lost, we all did. After a while… she knew her problems, we gave her supportive advices, I’m sure she know what’s best for her and her sons… and what do I still hear the last couple of days? Drama, drama and drama of her life.
‘What should I do?
I don’t understand!
Why’d he do that to me?
I need him telling me directly!
Where is he?’
OH! GET A GRIP! You bitch!
No, she never really asked anything advice-wise from me nor she cried helplessly towards me. But…
She asked my sister when I was there,
She asked her friends when me and my sister were there,
She asked my brother-in-law when me and my sister were there,
She asked another friend when me, my sister and my brother-in-law were there,
She asked my other sister when me, my sister and my brother-in-law were there,
She pouted, cried, moped, gloomed, sobbed, weep when we were there!
And I didn’t say a thing. Not a problem of mine. And I could’ve gone into my room not listening and I did. I knew a drama queen when I see one; she is one and I too. We’re great as long as we’re not involving each other’s life.
Recently, when she came over with both her kids, to… what do you call that? Oh.. shared some feelings (her feelings and hers only). And of course, leave her kids unattended while she’s gone acted queen and all, and left her kids screaming, playing, noise right outside my bedroom door. I was pissed, but didn’t say a thing (just screamed to the kids to ‘SHUT IT!’, my defense, it was suppose to be her job and not mine). If I was to mad like hell just because some kids screams in front of my door, my nephews wouldn’t even breathes this very second. So, what the hell with her, just a stupid single parent with two kids.
That is until I found out that not anymore everyone’s empathize towards her needy-queeny-attitude. Enough is enough, and they had it with her. It’s just that they hadn’t had it like I’ve had it with her enough to tell her to screw her problems cause I’ve got plenty. And so, just yesterday, I did what I should’ve done months ago.
It was a nuisance to me that, instead of re-defining herself and looks up to why her friend had to confronted her, she wondered why I felt such way about her. She was something. Apparently she never thought that she ever have to feel guilty cause, of course, she never cost an annoyance to other people.
Well… OR SO SHE THOUGHT!
There’s still a lot to say about her… but why bother.
Lots of love!
OR DRAMA QUEEN FOR THAT MATTER.
This bitch that sort of, somehow, kept on crawling back, seeming for attentions she crave from everyone that ironically revolve around me, hurts me just to hear another piece of her. As the former queen of the world, it is my nature to reject all things without me in it, let alone another demanding-attention bitch that breathes near me. What bothers me the most, I exploited every force within me that I had not having to deal with her attitude, it is my sister that kept that bitch coming back, living and sadly, breathing, among my surroundings. The bitch works for the same school my sister did, and apparently they’re some sorts of soul sisters. Eughhh…
In the past, she did things that appear to annoy everyone in the group and the group sort of disowned her by ditching her. This group includes my siblings, our friends and me. And ‘she’ includes her alone! This happens like years ago. It felt like years ago. So, with this, she has some sort of ‘history’ of her own regarding her not-so-fond personality amongst my surroundings. Somehow… not knowing how or when, there she was, on the front door picking up my sister for a night out. Really, personally, I have nothing against her. That’s why, back then, I welcomed her back, not knowing I let myself in for distasteful ride.
She had this boyfriend, soon-to-be married, who left her not long after she decided together that her boyfriend, both her sons and her are going abroad for achieving their supposedly ‘dream life’. Made her stressed and all. If you have feelings, then you’d understand. I empathize for her lost, we all did. After a while… she knew her problems, we gave her supportive advices, I’m sure she know what’s best for her and her sons… and what do I still hear the last couple of days? Drama, drama and drama of her life.
‘What should I do?
I don’t understand!
Why’d he do that to me?
I need him telling me directly!
Where is he?’
OH! GET A GRIP! You bitch!
No, she never really asked anything advice-wise from me nor she cried helplessly towards me. But…
She asked my sister when I was there,
She asked her friends when me and my sister were there,
She asked my brother-in-law when me and my sister were there,
She asked another friend when me, my sister and my brother-in-law were there,
She asked my other sister when me, my sister and my brother-in-law were there,
She pouted, cried, moped, gloomed, sobbed, weep when we were there!
And I didn’t say a thing. Not a problem of mine. And I could’ve gone into my room not listening and I did. I knew a drama queen when I see one; she is one and I too. We’re great as long as we’re not involving each other’s life.
Recently, when she came over with both her kids, to… what do you call that? Oh.. shared some feelings (her feelings and hers only). And of course, leave her kids unattended while she’s gone acted queen and all, and left her kids screaming, playing, noise right outside my bedroom door. I was pissed, but didn’t say a thing (just screamed to the kids to ‘SHUT IT!’, my defense, it was suppose to be her job and not mine). If I was to mad like hell just because some kids screams in front of my door, my nephews wouldn’t even breathes this very second. So, what the hell with her, just a stupid single parent with two kids.
That is until I found out that not anymore everyone’s empathize towards her needy-queeny-attitude. Enough is enough, and they had it with her. It’s just that they hadn’t had it like I’ve had it with her enough to tell her to screw her problems cause I’ve got plenty. And so, just yesterday, I did what I should’ve done months ago.
It was a nuisance to me that, instead of re-defining herself and looks up to why her friend had to confronted her, she wondered why I felt such way about her. She was something. Apparently she never thought that she ever have to feel guilty cause, of course, she never cost an annoyance to other people.
Well… OR SO SHE THOUGHT!
There’s still a lot to say about her… but why bother.
Lots of love!
3.14.2009
these rides i rode
Here I am I guess… trying to define myself yet again after a long while not defining... anything. I don’t even know if I still had it in me now that I haven’t wrote anything for almost 2 years! But then again, I believe that it has always been sort of my nature to do so. So… starting now bitches.
I consider my life these past two years was a joyful ride I will never overlook. Lots of ups and downs, that’s for sure (what’s so me without those?). Maybe I should start with a fairly love-story I had 7 months ago with Bali holding significant part as the setting. It was him the first bad-guy in my life (we know we ought to have one), he looked all bad, unpredictable, unusual. At first facing this guy I was all scared and stuff wanting to fly back to Jakarta immediately, 2 weeks passed I kept on coming back to him. There was something different with this guy, I thought, and you wouldn’t think swimming on the beach at midnight naked is something you’d do even occasionally, or driving to mountains; no destinations; nowhere to go; ‘high’; bottomless; and to top it all, lost! It was all new with him. Aside from all that fun we had together, we just don’t match for each other. We fight all the time. Five months of us forcing things to happen, we called it quit. It’s a real shame; we could make a great couple (at least that’s what I thought).
Back in Jakarta for 2 months now, and apparently his business took him to Jakarta. I’m sensing both of us wouldn’t want to let go all the fun we had back then, so just this afternoon when he text me for a hook-up, I said yes. Not getting back together, just hooking up. Looking forward for it.
The 2 months
Back in Jakarta and have absolutely nothing to do, I went to the shop to earn some cash. Went to the usual club we all go. Search for possible future boyfriend that’s for sure. I found one just 3 weeks ago. I really, really liked him as I glanced through his photos and I knew I met him before. So the really-liking part of me asked for his number and he giving me all that we-should-get-to-know-each-other-first attitude, and I was all dude-it’s-a-phone-number-and-not-that-I-want-your-keys. Loathed his guts, I replied ‘yea… sure’ and not a single message after. And then of course, I met him on YM. We talked not more than 10 minutes when he asked me to come along to this party at a club and he just gave me his number. No la-la-la, just him:081---! I wouldn’t say no to club, so I said yes. I told him though that I would confirm to him on that Saturday (hell, I don’t need to confirm, I’m positively going!). so we went to the club, and it was actually fun going out with him and his friends. I wouldn’t say it was totally, unbelievably F-U-N, for he’s rather busy texting than dancing. But he did give me heads up on this bad habit of his, so I didn’t take notes.
The next day, we went to a hotel to ‘cuddle’, or so we said. Did this and that, and I noticed something’s off; was those messages so important that he couldn’t stop? But then, perhaps those were important and I’m being too cynical. So we he asked me for a movie the next day, happily I said yes. He said we’re going to watch 2 movies I already watched, but since I was to happy to went out with him, I didn’t mind. Blind dating and Push, and those messages still with us. We never saw each other nor we have any intentions to ask each other out ever since. Again, it’s a real shame! I really liked him! But with him, it was more like double date; him with his Nokia and me with my imaginary date. At one point, I wonder, did we have a threesome back then?
Yesterday
Me, Dewi (my sister) and her clique went to Loewy (a supposedly hip and trendy, and might I add, over-priced place for sight-seeing at the center of Jakarta). The place was nice, filled with mostly cute guys, and I’m loving every second of it when the cute guy wearing white, sitting in front of me looking cute and all. A lemon juice costs me my 50’s I’ll never see again. Not as expensive as HardRock I know, but I love HardRock! Overall, I love the place, maybe occasionally?
After that, we went to Aphrodite for some free-flow drinks. Just around the area. The place really looked like bars you’d usually saw in Americans soap opera shows. A typically Americans bar, filled with Caucasians and class-C Indonesian hookers. Beers and pools. Soccer and French fries. The place couldn’t go anymore testosterone! We drank beers! We took Gin and Tonic! We grabs French fries! I ate Zuppa soup and mashed potatoes. The place was actually quiet okay, it was a different perspective for me and I enjoyed it from 9 pm to 10 pm. The rest was just not okay! We went home at 12 after dancing to the 80’s songs! Grease and the gang!
Lots of Love!
I consider my life these past two years was a joyful ride I will never overlook. Lots of ups and downs, that’s for sure (what’s so me without those?). Maybe I should start with a fairly love-story I had 7 months ago with Bali holding significant part as the setting. It was him the first bad-guy in my life (we know we ought to have one), he looked all bad, unpredictable, unusual. At first facing this guy I was all scared and stuff wanting to fly back to Jakarta immediately, 2 weeks passed I kept on coming back to him. There was something different with this guy, I thought, and you wouldn’t think swimming on the beach at midnight naked is something you’d do even occasionally, or driving to mountains; no destinations; nowhere to go; ‘high’; bottomless; and to top it all, lost! It was all new with him. Aside from all that fun we had together, we just don’t match for each other. We fight all the time. Five months of us forcing things to happen, we called it quit. It’s a real shame; we could make a great couple (at least that’s what I thought).
Back in Jakarta for 2 months now, and apparently his business took him to Jakarta. I’m sensing both of us wouldn’t want to let go all the fun we had back then, so just this afternoon when he text me for a hook-up, I said yes. Not getting back together, just hooking up. Looking forward for it.
The 2 months
Back in Jakarta and have absolutely nothing to do, I went to the shop to earn some cash. Went to the usual club we all go. Search for possible future boyfriend that’s for sure. I found one just 3 weeks ago. I really, really liked him as I glanced through his photos and I knew I met him before. So the really-liking part of me asked for his number and he giving me all that we-should-get-to-know-each-other-first attitude, and I was all dude-it’s-a-phone-number-and-not-that-I-want-your-keys. Loathed his guts, I replied ‘yea… sure’ and not a single message after. And then of course, I met him on YM. We talked not more than 10 minutes when he asked me to come along to this party at a club and he just gave me his number. No la-la-la, just him:081---! I wouldn’t say no to club, so I said yes. I told him though that I would confirm to him on that Saturday (hell, I don’t need to confirm, I’m positively going!). so we went to the club, and it was actually fun going out with him and his friends. I wouldn’t say it was totally, unbelievably F-U-N, for he’s rather busy texting than dancing. But he did give me heads up on this bad habit of his, so I didn’t take notes.
The next day, we went to a hotel to ‘cuddle’, or so we said. Did this and that, and I noticed something’s off; was those messages so important that he couldn’t stop? But then, perhaps those were important and I’m being too cynical. So we he asked me for a movie the next day, happily I said yes. He said we’re going to watch 2 movies I already watched, but since I was to happy to went out with him, I didn’t mind. Blind dating and Push, and those messages still with us. We never saw each other nor we have any intentions to ask each other out ever since. Again, it’s a real shame! I really liked him! But with him, it was more like double date; him with his Nokia and me with my imaginary date. At one point, I wonder, did we have a threesome back then?
Yesterday
Me, Dewi (my sister) and her clique went to Loewy (a supposedly hip and trendy, and might I add, over-priced place for sight-seeing at the center of Jakarta). The place was nice, filled with mostly cute guys, and I’m loving every second of it when the cute guy wearing white, sitting in front of me looking cute and all. A lemon juice costs me my 50’s I’ll never see again. Not as expensive as HardRock I know, but I love HardRock! Overall, I love the place, maybe occasionally?
After that, we went to Aphrodite for some free-flow drinks. Just around the area. The place really looked like bars you’d usually saw in Americans soap opera shows. A typically Americans bar, filled with Caucasians and class-C Indonesian hookers. Beers and pools. Soccer and French fries. The place couldn’t go anymore testosterone! We drank beers! We took Gin and Tonic! We grabs French fries! I ate Zuppa soup and mashed potatoes. The place was actually quiet okay, it was a different perspective for me and I enjoyed it from 9 pm to 10 pm. The rest was just not okay! We went home at 12 after dancing to the 80’s songs! Grease and the gang!
Lots of Love!
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