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!
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