Breathe Easy
I had so much to write.
Had dinner with Daniel and Chalks last night. It's so different to a night out with the work crew or other friends. Most of my friends are pretty overly out-going and loud, much like a group of Big Brother Housemates. Everyone wants the spotlight. It was good to just chill for once, not have to worry about anything. We went to Cafe Sienna, after siphering through an entertainment book Chalks had bought and wanted to make the most of his vouchers. Reminds me of my Dad. Not that he would do that, but it's something he'd do. Figure that out when you've got a year or two. Chalks was really displaced after a night at Winterdaze. He kept swaying to the music in Sienna, and then would just stop talking mid-way through sentence. Funny boy.
We headed to Bambu, which in turn, actually was Double Happiness. And had a nice drink in the bar that fits four people and two drinks. The crowd was a bit strange, I mean, I know Double Happiness is a funky and alternative crowd, but it was coming off a little gay.... Anyway, after more vague discussion with the boys, we decided to head home. After leaving Daniel, we headed back to Oxford Street. Around the corner from home, Chalks and I started discussing family and culture, and I knew we'd be talking for awhile. We pulled up and just stopped. After two hours, we parted, after talking about friends, relationships, family, and career. It was so 'getting to know you 101'. We actually have a lot of similarities, and a lot of differences. It was cool. Good to get my head out of the clouds and really look at myself for a moment.
Meanwhile, Friday night, took turns I never saw coming, well maybe I did, and just didn't want to admit it. After hanging with my sister at Chadstone Pancake Parlour and de-toxing all the boyfriend sadness I had, I went back to Oxford Street, back to lonliness. I ended up meeting up with Chalks and going to The Peel, where after the third drink, and Rihanna's S.O.S, I decided to finally write myself off and drink the night away, in the full knowledge that I had to work the next day.
After more swigged drinks, a boogie to Christina Aguilera's 'Dirrty' (the skank-trance version) and TV Rock's 'Flaunt It', we made our way out to hang with Chalks' 'Asian Posse'. It was weird for me to be in that position. I was doing something I'd never done, and while I missed what I had in the past, I was carefree. Cut to 5:30am, and I'm on the beanbag at Quan's place, with a glass of Champagne...drifting to sleep.
' this could be messy
but you don't seem to mind '
Come 8, and I have to go to work. Hateful. I was actually really chirpy and fine. I think I needed that release after such a turbulent week. Weakness is so transparent.
I called in a favour from Paulina to work for a few hours, after knowing that the other store would take my staff. She turned up, and looked absolutely stunning. I missed her so much it hurt. I went to hug her outside the shop and it seemed like we were long lost siblings, separated when Imelda Marcos divided the country into two, one side for heels and one side for flats. Yelping and crying, I really did miss her.
Saturday night, I had dinner with Marky Mark, and having not caught up with him since his trip to America, we had heaps to talk about. After dinner at Coconut Palms on Smith, we went back home for a glass of red and cheezels. It was probably the first time I'd fleshed out the issue, my troubles and my sorrows. It felt good.
Maybe now I'm no longer running from the pain. I know I have been, but now I don't see the point. Wherever I am, there I'll be, so why run.
Okay, I did write a lot.
BlackPunk : Beyonce - Me, Myself & I [Taken from BlackPunk's 'It's All I Got In The End' i-Pod Playlist]
Had dinner with Daniel and Chalks last night. It's so different to a night out with the work crew or other friends. Most of my friends are pretty overly out-going and loud, much like a group of Big Brother Housemates. Everyone wants the spotlight. It was good to just chill for once, not have to worry about anything. We went to Cafe Sienna, after siphering through an entertainment book Chalks had bought and wanted to make the most of his vouchers. Reminds me of my Dad. Not that he would do that, but it's something he'd do. Figure that out when you've got a year or two. Chalks was really displaced after a night at Winterdaze. He kept swaying to the music in Sienna, and then would just stop talking mid-way through sentence. Funny boy.
We headed to Bambu, which in turn, actually was Double Happiness. And had a nice drink in the bar that fits four people and two drinks. The crowd was a bit strange, I mean, I know Double Happiness is a funky and alternative crowd, but it was coming off a little gay.... Anyway, after more vague discussion with the boys, we decided to head home. After leaving Daniel, we headed back to Oxford Street. Around the corner from home, Chalks and I started discussing family and culture, and I knew we'd be talking for awhile. We pulled up and just stopped. After two hours, we parted, after talking about friends, relationships, family, and career. It was so 'getting to know you 101'. We actually have a lot of similarities, and a lot of differences. It was cool. Good to get my head out of the clouds and really look at myself for a moment.
Meanwhile, Friday night, took turns I never saw coming, well maybe I did, and just didn't want to admit it. After hanging with my sister at Chadstone Pancake Parlour and de-toxing all the boyfriend sadness I had, I went back to Oxford Street, back to lonliness. I ended up meeting up with Chalks and going to The Peel, where after the third drink, and Rihanna's S.O.S, I decided to finally write myself off and drink the night away, in the full knowledge that I had to work the next day.
After more swigged drinks, a boogie to Christina Aguilera's 'Dirrty' (the skank-trance version) and TV Rock's 'Flaunt It', we made our way out to hang with Chalks' 'Asian Posse'. It was weird for me to be in that position. I was doing something I'd never done, and while I missed what I had in the past, I was carefree. Cut to 5:30am, and I'm on the beanbag at Quan's place, with a glass of Champagne...drifting to sleep.
' this could be messy
but you don't seem to mind '
Come 8, and I have to go to work. Hateful. I was actually really chirpy and fine. I think I needed that release after such a turbulent week. Weakness is so transparent.
I called in a favour from Paulina to work for a few hours, after knowing that the other store would take my staff. She turned up, and looked absolutely stunning. I missed her so much it hurt. I went to hug her outside the shop and it seemed like we were long lost siblings, separated when Imelda Marcos divided the country into two, one side for heels and one side for flats. Yelping and crying, I really did miss her.
Saturday night, I had dinner with Marky Mark, and having not caught up with him since his trip to America, we had heaps to talk about. After dinner at Coconut Palms on Smith, we went back home for a glass of red and cheezels. It was probably the first time I'd fleshed out the issue, my troubles and my sorrows. It felt good.
Maybe now I'm no longer running from the pain. I know I have been, but now I don't see the point. Wherever I am, there I'll be, so why run.
Okay, I did write a lot.
BlackPunk : Beyonce - Me, Myself & I [Taken from BlackPunk's 'It's All I Got In The End' i-Pod Playlist]
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