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Tuesday August 15, 2006

The story of IT.

It's been 3 months since I've blogged and yea, it's kinda pathetic. Before I go all lengthy, here's something nice and personal for these few people who have been commenting on my pictures and I was delighted to see tonnes of comments which they have contributed.

Dear fumi, brokenredspirit, chloe, honeychild1212, masepanovic, and criform1,

I hope you guys (the ones mentioned above) are reading this. It was very sweet of you to drop a comment or two at my picture gallery. You guys gave me a reason to continue blogging and updating; knowing that there are people out there still reading my psycho babbles and checkin' out my nonsensical pictures. Thanks for the lovely comments. They mean a lot to me. Hugs and lotsa kisses.

Oh ya, and by the way, again I've put up some new pictures on my narcissistic and friends album. Enjoy.

Dedicated to all readers:

Back when I was seven, I understood very quickly about romanticism. Four years after (when I was 11), I was very sure for a fact that a bouquet was about to head my way at any moment after a quick leap to what I understood was love, relationships and dating. Came 15, I gave up the wait; dismissing the entire flowers crap in order to cover my disappointment. That was when I started the "since-nobody's-giving,-I will-then" attitude.

My love for white roses had provoked me to get a bunch for a close girlfriend of mine during valentines. Although I was only 16, my aesthetics were already pretty much over the top to a point where I was obsessed with how I wanted to give the PERFECT bouquet. I was basically demanding from the poor florist, every single detail to be custom-made exactly how I wanted it to be.

Voila, it looked great, and of course my good friend loved it and was actually a little freaked out, thinking that I have decided to indulge into the whole lesbianity thing. The feeling of giving away the bouquet was ironically pure sadness; it's like departing from a gift I truly wanted myself.

Days went by, months and years went by, and the thought of wanting a pathetic bouquet went all the way back to the archives of my brain. I do wonder sometimes, with all the love, the heartaches and the heartbreaks, the pamperings, the sex, the drugs, the shit and all that so-called "in my past experience" crap, how hard is it for that one decent white rose to fall in my hands?

I'm 25 this year and not too long ago, somebody finally and successfully evoked my childhood fantasy. After all the expensive gifts, pamperings and experiences thanks to my past Toms, Dicks and Harrys, IT came. More like just IT. THEY came.

In a modern day setting now, (at Dome at Bintang Walk) I was hanging out with a buddy or two when one decided to go grab some ice-cream across the street. I was like, "What? In that bloody hot sun, mate?" And so he went. After what seemed like 45 friggin' minutes, I was like, "Where in the world is that fella? Did he get lost in the opposite mall or he just simply can't cross the street?"

Finally he appeared, I know this may sound a little dramatic, but really, there was this backlight shit goin' on (must be the sun setting behind him) and in his hands, I noticed Famous Amos cookies and two cups of different flavored ice-cream which seemed to be melting. He was kind of struggling on his way to our table and he noticed another friend. Funny enough, he went and hid behind something, hoping that the other friend who just joined us didn't see him.

I was like, "Dude, you must be fuckin kidding me. Why're you hiding? This is your friend here." So I kinda yelled like a hooligan in front of the cafe, "Oi, stop hiding like an idiot." Then he slowly inched out and again the backlight thing was goin on. Damn, he looked kinda hot with that shit. Still struggling, I finally noticed something that seemed to be an object with white petals attached to a vibrant green stem. I closed my eyes and my backhair was standing.

He waltzed over, no, more like he galloped over to the table like a teletubby and have everything placed on the table and casually handed the gloriously white rose to me. I was really, as pathetic as it may sound, to the point of tears. I took IT, trying very hard to cover my already over accentuated emotions and I looked at him, ignoring the crowd, ignoring the world and mouthed out, "I love you baby. Thank you. It's lovely."

Like I just mentioned, I'm already 25. While a bouquet may seem very common to a lot of people or at least to a lot of ladies, I value and treasure that ONE WHITE ROSE (mind you, it's really white) with all my heart and soul. While a lotta hallmark and HBO romantic films may seem very corny and disgusting and pointless to me, that hallmark moment of mine was really something. The best part is, he never heard the story of my childhood fascination but he got it all right to the point.

The white rose sitting beautifully in my room.

To him,
The case of the affair between the two,
At the crossroads of indifference
They both do not have a clue.
One prodigal candle waiting to be lit,
Another running hysterically with a torch.
With an offroad adventure
Both struggled with their vehicle of emotions.
I said stop, he said let's race,
Damn you bastard.
The persistency of disagreements
Is what brought them to a point of amendments.
To flip to the other side,
One has to compromise
It's not something to be negotiated
But rather a love that can be reinterpreted.

Posted by snowism at August 15, 2006 12:11 AM

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