Adieu to You and You and You
It’s Morbid Monday…again. I’m flying off in a while and cannot seem to shrug off that lethargy clinging to my flesh. I came to work a slug, dragging my bottom like it had weighed a tonne. Damn it, insomnia is creeping back at me, wrapping its metal claws around me, worsening my already bad sleep deficit. Most of last night till wee hours of the morning was spent chatting on the phone because I wasn’t sharp enough to write or do much else besides, so thanks to those sweet souls nice enough to check in on me before I left for Jakarta and the unknown… *gasp*gasp* (Oh, and Joel, it was nice hearing from you after a million and one years once again…and nice to know despite us outgrowing adolescence and innocence we still could connect somewhere. You make me feel young-ER despite my creaking old skeleton. Oh, and Jess…muaks, muakss…thanks for strengthening my resolve when it comes to moving on. Forward, forward and never backward. Yes, I get that.)
It must really be the mad weekend. The Malacca rave was…absolutely madness although the thin crowd wasn’t enough to jam up the phone lines like most other raves. Yeah, I know I’m a bit too old to be going for raves but what the heck, I thought it’d be fun to jump on the good leg and do the bad thing…to work up the young bones a bit before retiring for good. Though darn it, why don’t they play R&B in raves? I cannot shuffle to save my life, really, so I was just hanging at the background, trying to mould my R&B dance steps into the mechanical version of ‘head-bang’ music, so to speak…and guzzling quite a bit too to iron out my bumpy horizons…life’s been a little bumpy of late if I be painfully honest. Maybe that’s an understatement…it’s been horrendously rutted. Argghhh, life, love, ironies…morbid, morbid, morbid. Well anyway…
I’m feeling kind of suppressed…as though there’s an animal in me waiting to pounce out given the chance but for a reason or another that inner being is being leashed. Arrggghhh…just when I thought rebellion was a thing of the past. Anyway, anarchistic nature aside, I’m really hoping this stupor would wear off real soon…it’s like I have my head in a balloon that is running out of air…if you could imagine how that feels, that’s how I’m suffering at this moment.
Anyhow, I bid
Malaysia farewell for the time being. Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. *Sob*sob*Sniff*sniff* I shall madly miss the daily humdrum of your traffic madness, your thousand and one potholes and bumps on the street and my flat tire which I just noticed this morning when the Indian car-washing man ran after my car and shouted to me quite frantically from the sidewalk, motioning that the darn rubber has gone dead on me. Adieu, adieu till we are reunited once again. Bahh.
