WHY I AM THE ONE FOR KENNY SIA
*Cough*
Was at the agency yesterday afternoon when I saw this.
Apparently, I missed it when it was out on the papers some couple of months ago.
Hurhurhur, see! I endorse Kuching!
(Muahahaha, yes, only my back, no full frontal profile for me to swirl)
And we all know the most eligible bachelor of blogosphere is from…?
Kuching!
I knew it.
We are meant for each other.
A SUDDEN BOUT OF DEPRESSION
So sudden that I didn’t see it coming.
I walked out of it, didn’t I?
It’s back, apparently.
Creeping onto my back sneakily.
And ‘BAM!’, it caught me by surprise.
Trust me, it could have been a good and fabulous day.
It could have been.
I even thought of the things I wanna blog, the things I wanna laugh about, the things that happened, the many, many things.
But I don’t know why.
I seriously still can’t fathom why.
It came. Just like that.
No reason. No signs. No nothing.
I don’t want to hear you guys preach. Don’t start, please.
DON’T!
I know you guys are concerned. Consolations and words of what I should be doing? I know them darn well too.
My first sobfest in months.
I succumbed to the weakling in me despite the reluctance to bow down to that defense I built up over the past months.
Everything crumbled.
I felt great reluctance to return to home.
I stared into the breeze that brought the warnings of rain. Blankly.
I am not a smoker. But I fagged. Once.
I walked in the drizzle, unable to feel my soul.
Giving Jamail a goodbye hug, I giggled hard to hold back the tears.
But no, I sniffed hard and I cried a little.
I wished the rain could sober me up.
It didn’t.
It only blurred my vision further with the ruined mascara.
I could barely feel the cold as the wet clothes caressed my skin in the cab.
I can’t remember how I showered, washed up nor changed.
It was a blur how Liverpool won the finals.
I plunged, badly.
I wept. I sobbed. I bawled.
Finally.
An exhausted pair of lungs.
Brain didn’t get fresh air.
A tightly squeezed heart that’s hardly beating.
Cold, very cold.
And the 3 fresh wounds that made my day.
Whee.
I fell. Badly.
Hm, am I still alive?
Why do I not feel the pain?
