Monday, June 30, 2008
Can I ever go back to the past?
To when I was carefree and wouldn't even notice the world is ending if it is. Walking around the obstacles in my life instead of overcoming it. That was me. In the past.
I never quite cared about anything. Because it doesn't concerns me. Nothing is a problem when you consider it no problem. I always think of it this way. And nothing is a problem for me. I don't have to overcome it. It'll resolve by itself. It seems that miracle will somehow strike down my problems whenever they arise. But the last time miracle strikes, it made me the happiest person alive. Though it was short-lived.
After my short-lived happiness, I no longer can walk around my obstacle. Because on top of that, other people's problem became my problem. At first I was just being helpful. Then it became a routine. Soon, it was unstoppable. I guess this is what growing up is.
I used to club without feeling tired and enjoy myself, looking forward to the next clubbing with my friends. But this is what happen last saturday.
We reached MOS and the crowd was fantastic. Not the usual crowd you see around. Most of the people there are those we love to see, if you get what I'm saying. We grab a bite first and by the time we return, the crowd got bigger. But it was still cool. We went in and dance for a bit while looking out for "prey". As usual the "prey" that fits our appetite is harder to spot at MOS then at Zouk. All of a sudden, a group of Korean rushes past us and took our spot. The three of us was no match for their enormous group. So we just stand behind em and continue dancing. All of a sudden one of the girls from the group who we don't find attractive one bit at all started to dance very close to me and in between using her body to touch mine. She even look back and smile. I kept my distance. A safe distance that is. Somehow she was push a bit to my right thus Doman becomes her target. Doman keep telling me she is too much. A bit overboard that is which I reply with a loud laugh. And it is at this time I notice from the group that at the opposite side of me stood one girl who caught my attention. Her single eyelid eyes isn't too big or small, just nice. Her figure was slim and she was tall, which is the problem. She is way too tall. Taller then me. And she is wearing heels. But she is really pretty. Although I find her attractive, I spent the rest of the night laughing at the change of crowd as the night passes through and at the end of it I fell asleep every now and then. I'm too old for such stuff I guess. I'm having lesser and lesser fun as my days passes me like a speeding bullet.
Anyway I don't feel any link for the two things I've wrote above.
No problem is a problem if you consider it no problem. I ought to do it sometimes now.
And can somebody please write in the freaking tagboard? I put it there for a purpose.
No one ever said it would be this hard.
Take me back to the start.
Nobody said it was easy.
No one ever said it would be so hard.
I'm going back to the start.
3:45 AM
