first and foremost, i would like to credit both Mohd Rased bin Haji Said and Maimunah bte Haji Azis for bringing me into this world. 9 months and a few days. yes. thats a long time for someone to be carrying me in her womb. suffering. anxiety attack. yes. all that shits. thanx. for sticking through the bad and good. mom and dad. you are heaven-blessed.
i wore glasses since i was 9. 1995. yes. that was the year i got my first pair. i can't seem to remember the description. most probably gold rimmed. yes. i had class. had. before. not now. now i just settle for anything. anything that suits my face. yes. i'm ironic. and pretty contradictory at times. i can never settle for second best. i always never backs down without a fight. yes. i hate to lose. but if i have to, i would graciously step down. there you go. my ironicite is acting up. i know.
music wise. im pretty incline. yes. i can sing. i can dance. i can play instruments. though i'm a Jack of all trade, i'm not really that good. on an average level. i love to groove. alot. yes. but not always. and damn. i love to irritate my pals with my singing. its not really good and at times, pisses them off. yes. i'm Star's annoying voice. sarcasm use to be in my blood. have the tendency to just dish it out. anyone. anywhere. yes. cruel to the eye.
i hate my feelings. yes. them. that mix reaction. an attack of anxiety. the sad. the happy. the downright feeling of swimming in a pool of mud. nah. shit. dungs. yes. hate it. will come anytime. and it scares me. yes. cause i won't be sure of it. if i think i'm sad, i will not be. if i think i'm happy, i will not be. not be. will not be. contradiction. at times i just forget about it. yes. being ignorant. i know some people tend to have this philosophy. ignorance is bliss. i tried applying them. what does it do? zilch. nothing. yes. nothing. cause i'm drawn to it. yes. im a drawer. i love to eat that apple. that forbidden fruit we call temptation. at times i'm successful. yes. but most of the time? correct. one minute i'm telling myself no. and the next. what did i do? peeling off the skin.
i love to sleep. yes. anytime. anywhere. if i'm comfortable where i am. that's my mat. sleeping mat. to doze and in la la land. yes. i love it. my pals hate it. especially during the movies. yes, ladies and gentlemen. i slept in the cinema. no use hiding the fact. think about it. dark place. cooling atmosphere. no one to disturb. good movie. perfect. yes. the last few movies. with my friends. even with a girl beside me. i would just rest my elbow on the resting pad and with my palm on my cheek. i purchase the ticket. the announcement on the air. "All aboard! Next stop: La La Land!" take me away.

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Sunday, April 01, 2007

i love this moment. i love every minute of it. basking the moment. enjoying to the last drop. if there's any. to the extend that if i have that Adam Sandler's Universal Remote. i would rewind to that moment and watch it unfold again. and again. and again.

went to Secret Recipe to purchase that Oreo Cheesecake. her favourite. i was just trying. giving it a shot. a woman came up to get us seated. she spoke to her in Malay. asking if she could pack the Oreo. the woman look puzzled. i was wondering why. is it her sentence? is it her clothes? is it my clothes? is it our intention? then it dawn on me. "i'm sorry, i don't speak malay." she's a foreigner with a work permit. Philipines or Thailand. that part of me tend to break out. a giggle. no. chuckle. no. laughter. yes. loads of it. bursting out in unison. body shaking. trembling in delight. she turns crimson. bright like a burn skin soak under the sun. a smile. yes. her smile. i was taken in. i was happy. i am happy. still am.

Pizza Hut. the famous pie of Singapore. tasty treats. lip-smacking add ons. yum. an expression of satisfaction. then there's Hui Fen. the girl that served us. there's something innocent about her. that magical cap of hers. shiny nametag. badge to potray her name. her introduction to the world. and her speech. broken nonetheless. still. with good intentions. she ask if she could place our cheesecake in the freezer while we have our meal with no interruption. she was kind. is. her cheesecake. my cheesecake. under her care. her supervision. her freezer. then a waitress came.

a sumptous meal. laid on the white linen table. knife. fork. and a big-ass spoon. for the soup, i think. but we didn't have it. the soup. she hates mushroom. i use to love mushroom. not anymore. it just went outdated. the taste. the smell. the look. its cliche personified.

had our pizza. a platter of add ons. chicken and some rings. onion. fish. two tubes of seasoning. some tartare sauce and tomato. she didn't like the ketchup. chose the sauce. tartare. love it. she loves it. she finish 3/4 of it before it was being taken away. to make way for the main course. the pizza. BBQ chicken supreme. cheesy lavae too. yum. another expression. i took the tartare sauce from that irate waitress and place it near her. the waitress came back with a full tube of tartare sauce. i smile. she blush. a chuckle again. no. not giggle. laughter. yes. hordes of it, this time. almost banging the table. she look away. i continue laughing.

went to watch The Number 23. a thriller. suspense thriller. but wait. Jim's in it. Jim Carrey. the rubberface comedian. i wont spoil it for you loyal avid readers. but one way or another. i was obsessed with numbers once again. drove her half-mad. taxis. stands. the block numbers. time. numbers. everything link. like a chain. she almost cry. i smile. i love it. i love her. yes. i do. but.


*~__ Afa Romeo ___ ~*