Sunday, June 22, 2008

Faking it

Recently, I have been down and out.
But I needed to move on.
I have to.
You wanted me to.
There's nothing I can do about it,
even though I can't (or dont want to) let go.

I seek solace in gays.
I drown myself in liquor.
I almost tried smoking.
I even tried poppy...
Nothing works...

So I tell myself that I have to be brave.
If you can do it, so must I.
And I put on a brave front.
I thread on.
There's so much that the eyes can see.
But I choose to close it.
I just turn a blind eye.
I pretend I don't see.
But I do.
I do know what's going on.

I know, but I keep quiet.
I know, but I stay strong.
I know, but I don't ask.
And it hurts to know.

You see me happy.
I try to be.
It's the only thing I can be.
It's the only thing I know how to be.
In fact, I know, I am happy just to see you.

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The author is facing slight depression after finding a strand of white hair when looking into the mirror this morning! So she's asking the lady in the mirror to age gracefully. We all know that it's never easy to let go of youth... Wish her luck.... :)

Note: I am not a girl, but still not yet an auntie.... (sung to the tune of Britney Spears' I am not a girl, not yet a woman.)

(Pictures courtesy of Inmagine http://www.inmagine.com/)

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Night Out at Poppy

Ahhhh... It hurts so good... my body and legs are still aching now after 3 and a half hours (maybe 4 - time flies when you're having fun?) of non-stop amatuer dancing. My neck still suffers a slight muscle strain due to bad sleeping posture (so tired and drunk that I could hardly move) and hangover. But still it feels good. Now I understand why people like to go to the gym for a great workout. At least for people with clear and focused purpose of what they want to achieve at the gym. You'll never regret having done exercise, but you'll always regret not exercising. And my idea of a great workout is clubbing-dance to sweat it out, and some alcohol to get the heart going... (I am sure Alex agrees with me when it comes to alcohol .. :P)

I had a clear and focused target when I went to Poppy yesterday. I wanted to dance. It's been a long time since I could do that and I wasted no time. I started dancing even though the rest claimed that they weren't drunk enough to dance yet. And when I was drunk enough, I was already doing "pole dancing", much to the chagrin of my 2 cousins. They threatened to disown me until they found the fun and wonders of "podium dancing".

There were some Hong Kong guys who tried to be friendly, and I was soooo worried....Yeah, they have intentions on hitting on us, it was so obvious, but that was the least of my worries (as cousin brother was there to provide protection).... I was more worried that they would drink up our liquor hahahahah... One of the girls, who tried to be friendly towards them, ended up being lashed by Kenson during our tea session. She mentioned that she hated Hongkies (due to Edison Chen) but Kenson retorted, "But your behaviour just now doesn't seem to project that! You seemed as if you wanted to marry and emigrate to Hong Kong!" The poor girl was so embarassed but then again we were all drunk and should not be held liable for whatever we say. Furthermore, Simon was there to cushion all our sacarsm... *wink* *wink*...Anyhow, everything we said or do was done in good humour, not meant to ridicule or embarass anyone...

It was a fun night. However, it would have been more complete if Switzerland hadn't lost to Czech Republic and if Turkey didn't lose so much to Portugal. Must be all Simon's fault for betting on the same team that we did. ha ha...

*Euro 08 results:
Switzerland vs Czech Republic 0-1
Turkey vs Portugal 0-2