Draining would be the exact word I'd use to describe yesterday.
I spent the entire afternoon in the saloon because I decided to change my hair. I don't know why I never learn from my mistakes. I tell myself to play safe, and just stick to something you're most familiar. Don't take a chance on your hair, because surely, it will turn it's back on you. Just do something you're familiar with.
Nothing of that sort happened.
I stepped in and saw this picture of a model with really nice short bangs and then this nudge came upon me. Almost as if it was from the devil. I had my chance to change my mind because even the hairdresser gave me time to think about it! I thought it through and still wanted to try it out. I was thinking, how bad could it get? So I went through with it and as usual, the hairdresser usually cuts your hair a little shorter than you asked for.
Regret is all I feel. With a little hint of remorse. For myself of course.
Old long hair.
Old long hair with pins.
The 6 year old I have turned into.SIGH.
I never knew there would come a day where I would say I miss my old messy mane, but I do now! I know my hair will eventually grow back and I'll settle into it once again before it gets out of hand.
And the cycle just repeats itself. Hate, love, regret.
Despite having an unsatisfactory haircut, I still made plans to go out later in the night. Michelle was back from Sabah and we had to go somewhere, instead of just letting her rot alone at home.
Initial plans were to leave at 9 but somehow Yuan Wei lives in a different time zone altogether, so he only arrived at 11pm.
I wasn't able to recognize his car at first, because he drove his Sephia, instead of his Prado. The only way I identified him was because he parked the car, ran down, took a freakin piss at the tree in front of my house and then I heard Michelle and Cheryl shouting from inside.
I sighed and said to myself, "There's my ride.."
I mentioned to him that my house does come equipped with 3 bathrooms, and he could gladly use it at any given time, and that taking a pee at the tree in front of my house was highly unnecessary. He shrugged.
Some things never change.
I asked if he got me anything from his trip down to Bali and he asked me to wait for a moment while he rummaged through his plastic bag of things.
Then he handed me this.
YES.
You thought right.
And the cycle just repeats itself. Hate, love, regret.
Despite having an unsatisfactory haircut, I still made plans to go out later in the night. Michelle was back from Sabah and we had to go somewhere, instead of just letting her rot alone at home.
Initial plans were to leave at 9 but somehow Yuan Wei lives in a different time zone altogether, so he only arrived at 11pm.
I wasn't able to recognize his car at first, because he drove his Sephia, instead of his Prado. The only way I identified him was because he parked the car, ran down, took a freakin piss at the tree in front of my house and then I heard Michelle and Cheryl shouting from inside.
I sighed and said to myself, "There's my ride.."
I mentioned to him that my house does come equipped with 3 bathrooms, and he could gladly use it at any given time, and that taking a pee at the tree in front of my house was highly unnecessary. He shrugged.
Some things never change.
I asked if he got me anything from his trip down to Bali and he asked me to wait for a moment while he rummaged through his plastic bag of things.
Then he handed me this.
YES.You thought right.
He got a me a penis. A wooden penis from Bali. So everytime I look at it, it's supposed to remind me of Yuan Wei's trip to Bali. Apparently, the people in Bali are obsessed with their manhood and everything sexually related. It's no wonder he spoke so highly of his brief holiday there!
After much delay, I discovered that we were heading to KL. I glanced at the time and it was already half past 11. Whatever curfews my parents had set for me before this conveniently disappeared as we hit the highway downtown.
Standing tall.
My Sabahan friend :)
He refused to be in it.
Eurgh my hair.
After much delay, I discovered that we were heading to KL. I glanced at the time and it was already half past 11. Whatever curfews my parents had set for me before this conveniently disappeared as we hit the highway downtown.
Standing tall.
My Sabahan friend :)
He refused to be in it.Eurgh my hair.
KL at night is bustling with life and errr, trannies. Hahahaha! No I'm serious. Yuan Wei gave us a grand tour of the city and at every corner, there were transexuals! I must say though, some of them were hot! Like, they would beat an ordinary girl anytime.
We ended up in Arab Street for shisha with Yuan Wei's friends. They were hilarious! Stupid jokes, all night. Asyraf joined us too but I forgot to snap a picture with him this time. Hm.
Anyway, I've been doing so much shisha for the past 2 weeks, I'm absolutely positive lung cancer will be the death of me. If it's not directly inhaling it, it would be second hand smoking it. I might as well just do it right?
Hahahaha the first time I attempted to stick two in!
I quote Asyraf, "Eee tamaknya.."
We spent a good 2 hours there. Me and Michelle starting bursting into this whole fit of laughter all because Michelle repeated the word 'okay', twice.
Wtf, seriously. But at that moment, it was superrrr funny. And then, we did all the tongue twisters and ended up laughing even more!
Ooohh ohhh here's a joke, by Yuan Wei, who got it from his dad! Hahaha.
Question: What is yellow and goes, "cip cip" ?
Answer: A Chinese prostitute.
That was such a good joke! He told it to everyone he saw and we laughed everytime!
Cheryl was craving for satay after that, so we decided to leave the Arab place and go find satay. That was at like 2 in the morning already and I was thinking, who in the world would be up selling satay now?!
Asyraf followed us.
We were mad in the backseat.
Laughing at every single tiniest thing.
Like, "Oh noo! The pakapau gonna's fall on my headd!"
(Inner joke, sorry hahaha)
Yuan Wei convinced us that there would be somewhere in the whole of KL that would have it. So we followed him but in the end, no satay stalls were open. Cheryl was disappointed. Not her day, I guess.
We ended up in Setapak, near my church to have supposedly some orgasmic Nasi Lemak. Me and Michelle shared one and it turned out okay. More of his friends came and they were really funny too. Like just the way they spoke among each other and how they argued over cigarettes. So cute!
And then Yuan Wei asked us to find a couple of things on the Malaysian 5 ringgit note. Like a penguin and Mount Kinabalu. So we tried and it turned out really lame lah. But his friend was so lost and blur, he was like, "Ha? Gunung Kinabalu ada penguin ke?!"
Needless to say, that officially became the line of the night. He kept asking again after that if there really was and we were just too caught up with our laughter to even knock him on the head.
I came home close to 4 in the morning and fell asleep the minute my body fell on the bed. It was super tiring and I'm convinced that I lost all my energy due to excessive laughter. But after all that, I'd do it all over again, whether in similar fashion or not, in a heartbeat. I love my wacky college mates.
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(WARNING: Fictional story again. Heh)
She would lapse in and out of it.
One moment, she had the smile that shone as bright as a gem in the sun, and the next, her face would read of such a solemn expression.
Her thoughts were so fuzzy, and she never felt this way ever before. Her emotions were paradoxical. It was frustrating for her. She wasn't able to cope with it. She tried fighting the waves within her but it was tiring. Some days, she felt like giving up entirely.
Some days, she did.
Her body convulsed in anguish and grief. Even she scared herself with such an episode. She didn't know she was able to hurt like that. For a brief moment, there were no tears. Just violent tremors followed by mild case of hyperventilation. She felt herself suffocating under the weight of her pain. She hugged herself, as a mean of comfort. It helped- for a little bit.
And then, it came. Like the break of dawn, it came. There were no signals, no warning. Like the calm before the storm. She didn't prepare herself for it. But it happened and all she could do was submit to the force of nature that had taken hold of her.
Her cries were silent. She wasn't hysterical. No. Contrary to that, she seemed rather composed. The only vivid movement was of her hand, clutching the left side of her chest. Even up to that point in time, you could see how much she was trying to hold it back in. Even in the privacy of her room, she tried to hide her innermost feelings. She wouldn't submit to her misery.
Her cries lasted until she grew exhausted. She looked at her reflection and was revolted by what was staring back at her. She turned away, disgusted by the monster she has allowed herself to become.
Her mind was a wreck. Was it anger? Was it bereavement? Was it self-loathe? Was it a longing? What was it? She couldn't pinpoint to an exact feeling. What was she supposed to be feeling after all this? How long would she have face all this chaos? Will she ever get over it? She was unsure over everything and it pained her to have to deal with it.
All she knew was she that yearned for his presence. Be it in any form possible. From the very core of her being, it resonated.
She missed him.
We ended up in Arab Street for shisha with Yuan Wei's friends. They were hilarious! Stupid jokes, all night. Asyraf joined us too but I forgot to snap a picture with him this time. Hm.
Anyway, I've been doing so much shisha for the past 2 weeks, I'm absolutely positive lung cancer will be the death of me. If it's not directly inhaling it, it would be second hand smoking it. I might as well just do it right?
Hahahaha the first time I attempted to stick two in!I quote Asyraf, "Eee tamaknya.."
We spent a good 2 hours there. Me and Michelle starting bursting into this whole fit of laughter all because Michelle repeated the word 'okay', twice.
Wtf, seriously. But at that moment, it was superrrr funny. And then, we did all the tongue twisters and ended up laughing even more!
Ooohh ohhh here's a joke, by Yuan Wei, who got it from his dad! Hahaha.
Question: What is yellow and goes, "cip cip" ?
Answer: A Chinese prostitute.
That was such a good joke! He told it to everyone he saw and we laughed everytime!
Cheryl was craving for satay after that, so we decided to leave the Arab place and go find satay. That was at like 2 in the morning already and I was thinking, who in the world would be up selling satay now?!
Asyraf followed us.
We were mad in the backseat.Laughing at every single tiniest thing.
Like, "Oh noo! The pakapau gonna's fall on my headd!"
(Inner joke, sorry hahaha)
Yuan Wei convinced us that there would be somewhere in the whole of KL that would have it. So we followed him but in the end, no satay stalls were open. Cheryl was disappointed. Not her day, I guess.
We ended up in Setapak, near my church to have supposedly some orgasmic Nasi Lemak. Me and Michelle shared one and it turned out okay. More of his friends came and they were really funny too. Like just the way they spoke among each other and how they argued over cigarettes. So cute!
And then Yuan Wei asked us to find a couple of things on the Malaysian 5 ringgit note. Like a penguin and Mount Kinabalu. So we tried and it turned out really lame lah. But his friend was so lost and blur, he was like, "Ha? Gunung Kinabalu ada penguin ke?!"
Needless to say, that officially became the line of the night. He kept asking again after that if there really was and we were just too caught up with our laughter to even knock him on the head.
I came home close to 4 in the morning and fell asleep the minute my body fell on the bed. It was super tiring and I'm convinced that I lost all my energy due to excessive laughter. But after all that, I'd do it all over again, whether in similar fashion or not, in a heartbeat. I love my wacky college mates.
---
(WARNING: Fictional story again. Heh)
She would lapse in and out of it.
One moment, she had the smile that shone as bright as a gem in the sun, and the next, her face would read of such a solemn expression.
Her thoughts were so fuzzy, and she never felt this way ever before. Her emotions were paradoxical. It was frustrating for her. She wasn't able to cope with it. She tried fighting the waves within her but it was tiring. Some days, she felt like giving up entirely.
Some days, she did.
Her body convulsed in anguish and grief. Even she scared herself with such an episode. She didn't know she was able to hurt like that. For a brief moment, there were no tears. Just violent tremors followed by mild case of hyperventilation. She felt herself suffocating under the weight of her pain. She hugged herself, as a mean of comfort. It helped- for a little bit.
And then, it came. Like the break of dawn, it came. There were no signals, no warning. Like the calm before the storm. She didn't prepare herself for it. But it happened and all she could do was submit to the force of nature that had taken hold of her.
Her cries were silent. She wasn't hysterical. No. Contrary to that, she seemed rather composed. The only vivid movement was of her hand, clutching the left side of her chest. Even up to that point in time, you could see how much she was trying to hold it back in. Even in the privacy of her room, she tried to hide her innermost feelings. She wouldn't submit to her misery.
Her cries lasted until she grew exhausted. She looked at her reflection and was revolted by what was staring back at her. She turned away, disgusted by the monster she has allowed herself to become.
Her mind was a wreck. Was it anger? Was it bereavement? Was it self-loathe? Was it a longing? What was it? She couldn't pinpoint to an exact feeling. What was she supposed to be feeling after all this? How long would she have face all this chaos? Will she ever get over it? She was unsure over everything and it pained her to have to deal with it.
All she knew was she that yearned for his presence. Be it in any form possible. From the very core of her being, it resonated.
She missed him.