the green little imp

i woke up feeling like shit. to be precise, i woke up at 5.45am after a 12-hour slumber with an aching head feeling like a fucked up piece of shit. after washing up, i went downstairs seeking music therapy. i started off submerging myself in the audio-rich pleasure of cradle of filth, then mellowed down with golden oldies from frank sinatra, the platters, carpenters, etc.

half-way through reminiscing, i got to thinking about my life up to this point. feeling like a piece of shit this early in the morning didn't exactly invoke positive, sunshine thoughts about myself. staring into a reflection of myself on the crystal case of 'robbie williams - greatest hits', i was victimized by a bout of depression, until suddenly, a peculiar concept barged into my mind, like a green little imp holding a jar of colourful lollipops, smiling and dancing as he sang a happy jingle. the little imp spoke of justification for my state of mind, and asserted that being the fucked up piece of shit that i am had its advantages. at least expectations would be lowered, stress would be relieved, tensions would be eased, and liberation would be achieved. i could now do things that i previously would have shaken my head at.

with the imp as my companion, i took the bus to school, and on it we saw a gorgeous girl. usually i would have bashfully taken discrete glances at eye-candy like her, but today, i was a piece of shit, and i didn't have to care about deportment or self-image, or if i was to give her the defamatory impression of myself as a perverted goggling arsehole. the wonderful green fella drooling by my side also discarded my anxiety over the presentation i was going to school for, by distinctively pointing out that there was nothing wrong with being a piece of shit.

from feeling like a fucked up piece of shit to being that fucked up piece of shit, i find myself venturing through life's ups and downs with a whole new attitude, and i'm glad i found my new best friend, the green little imp with colourful lollipops, who showed me how perfect the world could really be from this perspective. =)

bleah

right now, i'm blogging in tutorial. the bloody wireless connection at home is down. again. anyway, last night i went to zouk with jon and png. while waiting for jon to arrive, png and i went to farasha's prata paradise, located somewhere around the posb atm. i clearly remembered ordering 3 kosong pratas, but the man delivered a plate that looked like it held three yellowish, cold, used, and very worn rags made of last year's kneaded dough. it would be an understatement to say that i was devastatingly disappointed, but i didn't want to booze on an empty stomach, and so i painfully stuffed myself the pieces of rag. i could almost imagine the teardrops that flowed down my cheek with every chew and swallow.

once we got in, we saw freddie and his buddies rocking the dancefloor, as usual, with not-so-original para para moves that are symbolic of mambo jambo night. freddie, you might not read this, but hey, all the best with your new phase of life come friday. we'll all miss you. =)

i was spacing out alone at a corner, and towards the end of the night, a drunk malaysian girl plopped herself beside me. i shifted away from her as she planted her face on the bartop, but she inched closer to me. so i shifted a bit further away, and still she kept inching nearer, until i gave up avoiding her. she moved into touching distance, pulled the sleeve of my shirt and asked, with the other hand muffling her mouth, half-gagging, if i had any tissue. immediately sensing the danger of getting drenched in a stranger's half-digested dinner, my instincts alerted myself to instantaneously swing at her a packet of tissue paper and an empty jug that was lying around. she swiped both items with a fluid motion of her hands, then momentarily stared into the bottom of the jug, before flushing it with a preliminary semi-liquid tide of orangey stuff that resembled a mash of nasi briyani and stomach acid. her friends, who were obliviously dancing, aided her to the restroom, while i was left blank-eyed at the grotesque scene.

a few minutes passed, and the malaysian girl re-approached me, visibly after washing up. we had a conversation which stemmed a few laughs and giggles, and it didn't take too long before numbers were exchanged. then moments before leaving, she smooched me on the cheek. i was initially caught by surprise, followed by flashbacks of the orange goo she unleashed earlier, and that prompted me to retreat a few steps, embarrassed and disconcerted. yuck.