couple of weeks ago, i had a night out with the devil. my cuzzie Ana...consumer of men, destroyer of patience and the founder of the 'Drive Your Cousin to Insanity' cult.
standing at 1.66 meter plus probably another 4 inches from my wedgies, i should be sticking out like a sore thumb among the crowds, well at least...
but, it was Ana, who was all 1.53 meter, was the more noticeable one..why you ask?
well, Ana, who used to be so extremely prim and proper, and more than often made me looked extremely wicked in comparisons, came with an absolutely provocative outfit. and by provocative, i mean, ya, provocative!
and with all the booberexia out there, women included, kept staring at her.. ehem, racks, i was undeniably feeling awkward at some points..but i managed to apply anough melancholy in my soul to make me appear interesting for the rest of the night.
so after a good dinner, and some natterings about our perfectly imperfect lives, we decided to spend the rest of our moolah at the Pump Room.
ok..so there were loads of cuties and hotties that night. but the married me was too busy enjoying the bands play, while the devil flirted with whomever that takes the form of a man.
as i was watching Ana getting cozy with one of the bartenders, i can't help but smiled, relishing the good old single me days..
and that's when it strucked me..i am getting older for the club scene. or maybe, i just allow myself to get and to feel old. and that's when i realised too, i missed the unmarried me. it just felt like the end of an era for me at that moment..
sheesh...
then, some days ago, i was asked by the same devil for my new year's resolution...being fickle and weak-willed when it comes to things like this, i just answered her back about wanting to lose some weights, as losing weight has become some sort of an addictive neurosis and not to mention the default resolution year after year...
but i knew i have more resolutions if not hopes for this coming new year.
what do i hope for if not for the best of health for my beloved aunt whom recently
been diagnosed with breast cancer.
what do i hope for if not the best for my family and friends alike.
what do i hope for if not the best for myself..
so it's not just losing weight after all that i want.
i want more.
the night out with Ana made me want more.
i was not only allowing myself to get old, but i allow myself to get bored.
bored of living in a pretend adulthood for too long.
bored of trying to feed every soul around me but left mine famished.
so for this coming new year, i shall leave no chance for any resolutions to slip in. what i have are just hopes and prayers for us, for everyone.
today, 359 days later, i am so glad that i'm still alive to able to wish you, my blog friends and readers a splendid year ahead. it's been a pleasure knowing all of you guys...
standing at 1.66 meter plus probably another 4 inches from my wedgies, i should be sticking out like a sore thumb among the crowds, well at least...
but, it was Ana, who was all 1.53 meter, was the more noticeable one..why you ask?
well, Ana, who used to be so extremely prim and proper, and more than often made me looked extremely wicked in comparisons, came with an absolutely provocative outfit. and by provocative, i mean, ya, provocative!
and with all the booberexia out there, women included, kept staring at her.. ehem, racks, i was undeniably feeling awkward at some points..but i managed to apply anough melancholy in my soul to make me appear interesting for the rest of the night.
so after a good dinner, and some natterings about our perfectly imperfect lives, we decided to spend the rest of our moolah at the Pump Room.
ok..so there were loads of cuties and hotties that night. but the married me was too busy enjoying the bands play, while the devil flirted with whomever that takes the form of a man.
as i was watching Ana getting cozy with one of the bartenders, i can't help but smiled, relishing the good old single me days..
and that's when it strucked me..i am getting older for the club scene. or maybe, i just allow myself to get and to feel old. and that's when i realised too, i missed the unmarried me. it just felt like the end of an era for me at that moment..
sheesh...
then, some days ago, i was asked by the same devil for my new year's resolution...being fickle and weak-willed when it comes to things like this, i just answered her back about wanting to lose some weights, as losing weight has become some sort of an addictive neurosis and not to mention the default resolution year after year...
but i knew i have more resolutions if not hopes for this coming new year.
what do i hope for if not for the best of health for my beloved aunt whom recently
been diagnosed with breast cancer.
what do i hope for if not the best for my family and friends alike.
what do i hope for if not the best for myself..
so it's not just losing weight after all that i want.
i want more.
the night out with Ana made me want more.
i was not only allowing myself to get old, but i allow myself to get bored.
bored of living in a pretend adulthood for too long.
bored of trying to feed every soul around me but left mine famished.
so for this coming new year, i shall leave no chance for any resolutions to slip in. what i have are just hopes and prayers for us, for everyone.
today, 359 days later, i am so glad that i'm still alive to able to wish you, my blog friends and readers a splendid year ahead. it's been a pleasure knowing all of you guys...
salut, slackers!!
