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The man without a face
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He was late.
But he called, already on his way. Forty five minutes… and then one hour passes by.
He texted. “I’m here. Where are you”?
He waited at the exit sign - waving. Smiling - like a jerk. He was late but didn’t follow instructions.
He was talking so loud. Like.really.loud.
On his cellphone by himself eventhough the battery is dead. Just to get people’s attention.
He bought an egg-tart, cracked a piece of the thin crunchy edge and playfully put them into a digital print machine slot. Nobody had seen him doing that. But — what if?
He took a coin out of his purse, purchased a train ticket. While on his other hand, he finished his egg-tart, placed the empty plastic into the change dispenser. While another man found the stuff in it, he seems puzzled and glanced around. He didn’t noticed it was him.
He walked towards the platform, pretended he was a disabled person. A man gave him the seat. He has an evil-laughed inside his face. The man turned his head back and gave him a bluffy look.
He went off the train. It was pouring. He was playing with his umbrella as if poking it in the air. He almost hit a woman, laughing in disbelief that no one gave him a big punch in the face.
His face was all red. His smile was up at his arse. He talks so loud as if no one cares. None at all. He laughed again and again until he almost choked himself up. He bought a bottle of distilled water. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He waited. He was calling someone.
As he walked towards the center of the wide pedestrian, he looked at his Omega watch. It was nine-ish. Too early to call it a night.
He asked for a coffee. He was swearing in Cantonese that none could even understand. He hated Starbucks cafe from the fact that Mc Cafe’s latte’ was cheaper by the counter. He put his feet above the chair. He looked around, and sang like a lunatic. He laughed and laughed until —
He decided to walk back inside this crowded mall. At the RL shop, Zara shop. Eventhough he knows where it’s at, he still asked this naive Reception girl to give him directions. Most of the shops are on SALE. DAMN, a lot of busy shoppers. No large size available for that particular item. Sales period is over at Zara. He tried the Bass leather shoes. A Levi’s belt. A watch. Even sprayed too many colognes. He then asked for a price. No discount. “YOU PEOPLE HAVE BAD SERVICE”, he blunted. So mean.
He walked outside the mall again watching the city lights. Watching passers-by. Lights a cig. Finished it.
And then I finally said, “ENOUGH of this. We really must go home”.
See, I was taking care of this friend who is so determined to get drunk after attending at our friend son’s baptism. It has been a long day but it has been the most funniest day. He had too many beers so basically he enjoyed the day. He can handle himself better than I do so I wasn’t worrying to let him sit upon the floor, drink water, eat something. It wasn’t even close to that. Secondly, I was not drunk so I don’t think that the atmosphere around us got really aggressive. Only to the part where he really was talking so loud, I could almost cry from laughing.
I think one of the coolest thing about having a friend (and that would be me) is that you can look out for each other. Honestly I am not good drinker. I would look very quiet and not let someone feel worried about me. I could be all red, but I can handle myself. Somehow, sometime ago, a friend had tricked me into drinking something that I’d puked infront of people. How embarrassing. The next day, I heard about how drunk I was so I thought some friends who was there with me was pretty awesome to know that they were really taking care of me - so it’s now like I did the same.
Panis.
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Hey K, there are 5 levels of drunkenness, which one did you think he’s at? I’m thinking close to Level 5.
he is funny. Lol.
Level 1: Smart, this is the first level; it seems that you know everything in the universe. Whatever the topic of discussion, you are the expert in those topics, and no one else knows what they are talking about. The facts that others have are incorrect because it’s not the same as what you know.
Level 2: Good Looking, you will discover that you are the best-looking person at the moment. Everyone start to pay more attention to you because you look really good. Of course, you can start a conversation with anyone because at the moment you are good looking and smart.
Level 3: Rich, when you are at this level, you discover that you are the richest person around. You are so rich that you can pick up everyone’s tap at the bar. If anyone said things that you disagree with, you are willing to bet him or her with the monies that you have, which is a lot because you are rich. You are not just rich; you are also smart and really good-looking.
Level 4: Bullet Proof, at the moment you think that you have special power. You would see an elephant the size of an ant, and ready to fight with anyone, because they can’t hurt you. You can bet and pick a fight with anyone because you are not afraid to loose. Why should you? At the moment, you are smart, rich, good looking and have the ability to fight like professional boxer…you are the man.
Level 5: Invisible, this is the top level; you have to be drinking a lot to be at this level. You can do anything that you want because you think that people can’t see you; you are invisible. You can dance on top of a table, drive through a red light, sing in the middle of the busy intersection, pee on the light pole, because no one can see you. You are no longer you.
hey K,
sori - just a quick note to say HI and HOW ARE YOU. Sorry my blog is so out of date… as in 1 year na pala. Nyways, just dropping by and will you e-mail me at work e-mail- it should be in here. So much to talk about - ME of course. I haven’t read any of your entries yet and am just checking ur music… love you!
Ginger, good points in there and I thought it’s the #5 too. He was conscious of what was happening around him. Cans of beer was nothing, it can hammered you at a steady pace but no matter what, anything ‘drinks’ can make me drunk. I avoid beers because it makes me pee like every few minutes. Thanks for the list.
ISAYYYYYYY (prolonged screaming with echoes), you’re always busy on getting rich. Masel passes by here sometimes, (she can’t read anything new on your blog). I know you are having fun back there. Say hello to Jamie, Pepper and the San Mig drinker, Geoff.
YOU are such a sweet friend! I wish I have someone like you around me to hang out with, that would be cool
I could drink like a fish and not worry cos I know I’ll be home safe.
of course the latter was a joke. I only got drunk once (on stage during performance that my co-singers sent me away..because I was giggling and giggling and couldn’t sing anymore) and it never happen again. But I mean it, ‘wish I ‘ve a buddy like you
K, thank you for the bday greetings and messages. Regards from Holland!
Hi K, reminds me of this ‘ Helping a friend in need, is a friend indeed’…
I’m freaking bored and hungry, buy me breakfast and sing me a song; be a friend will you? Blah. My usual blabber.
Hope you have a good day K. take care.
Thess, pleasure is mine. I am nice when I am NOT sober, hahaha. Best wishes to you.
Asha, do you know if I’m bored and in the house, I’d go dance ‘nekid’ infront of the mirror. Haha but no I think you’ll laugh until you pass out.
one good turn deserves another
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