Tupac Shakur sums it all just right. You gotta be able to smile through all these bullshits.
Chin up and face the world.
Suck it up.
When Shay was away for two straight months, life in the office seemed weightless. I couldn't be sure whether it was because I didn't care, or because my heart was so swollen with anger (and with a little dilution of love dose) that his absence was nothing but godsend. It was easy to forget someone when that someone was not around, and it was easier that the multiple awkward encounters on the stairs, or on the hallway, or on the way to the cafeteria, were totally gone. But given my atrocious track record of getting back to the same pool of shit all over again, I met him in his office when he reported back for duty. He had a minor surgery, so I thought it was appropriate for me to give him a courtesy visit. It was fine at that particular time that he even spilled some of his well-kept hidden secrets. It went perfectly well for the first few days until I sent him a Whatsapp message telling him that he was important to me.
Things went downhill from that point onward, the episode of awkward encounters resumed in its supremacy. At one time, we crossed our paths on the hallway. He was from the left side of the building, while I on the other hand, was walking from another side of the building. The destination however was similar - the main exit door. I wanted to look at him but I couldn't. You know, when you met someone that you fond, but you were in a row with him and you were clueless and you were left dumbfounded to what your next move should be. I couldn't pass through the door, barely holding to my racing heart, let alone to get pass through the moment.
A few days ago, I had a lengthy talk with Asmida. She agreed and concluded that I was the one to blame, that I was the root cause for all the turmoil I faced with my opposite sex human interaction. As much as I wanted to disagree, I couldn't. I guess, this what will happen when you love someone a little bit too much.
Shay is somehow special to me. I think so. I would like to think so, even when he thinks the other way round. My problem with getting too involved in the early stage of friend(relation)ship needs to be looked upon. It has ruined a lot of my past relationships with other men. I can't continue to chase for people's love. I need to settle down and embark on a new journey. After all, my eggs won't last long. Someone needs to be born to be my legacy.
p/s: The Buaianain as the post title does not reflect the previous Al Buaianain. I found out that he is as jerk as Shay. I think even worse. That's all.
That's what happened to me when I decided to privatize my blog a few weeks ago. The nice cocoon that I have been hiding all this while was almost blown off - no thanks to my absentminded brain.
I think I got it sorted out, so I will continue to write, and open this blog to public, you know, just to test the water.
We'll see what will happen.
I hope I am not ruining anything.
She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in the silences that had become so frequent at the house, silences that welled up between their words, sometimes cold and hollow, sometimes pregnant with things that went unsaid, like a cloud filled with rain that never fell.
-And The Mountains Echoed
We are hogging the free wifi because who wants to pay when there's something that's absolutely free? This is beyond weird, we could've spent some time together doing things that will make us know each other better, but we end up sitting in a mall, trying to figure out what we should do next.
We lost our way an hour earlier, got pushed to some weird housing area with eyes looking at us like we are some inmates running away from the cops. Even weirder when he takes his own sweet time, putting himself in the front camera for selfie, like come on, I am here dude, at least have the courtesy to take a selfie together.
I think this won't be the trip of my lifetime. Perhaps for him, it is, but for me, I sense some awkward moments ahead.
We will see.
Tomorrow, at 1530 hrs, he and I will board the plane to the (probably) trip of a lifetime. He has been planning this for months, and it couldn't be more fitting that his birthday was a week ago and he just finished his exam a few past hours. This part time master that he rides on, takes its toll on him. He went off for a week leave to complete the exam, and a few minutes ago, a voice note flashed in that he it was so terrible he wanted to drink until he got lost tomorrow.
As a person who takes things literally, that was a little disturbing. First of all, I don't drink. Second of all, I am going to be awkward around the people who drink. Third, this drinking stuff just shifted my perspective towards him. And if you people remember, I listed out the characteristics of a guy that I would date a few posts back. Smoking and drinking never made it into the list, so if he does really drink, that will be really a game changer.
I want this trip to be something that I will remember for the rest of my life. In a good way. Not the other way round.
Let's just hope that was just his penis talking.
It was on that particular day when I saw a missed call from him on my office phone. We had no official business at all except colleagues who worked together under the same building, so when I saw that missed call, I called him back to check out what was up.
"Hellooooooooooooo" he made a long resonating 'oooooooo' as if calling some little kids for their breakfast. Cute, bar none.
"Hello", I smiled, and I know he was smiling as well.
There was a pregnant pause, and I continued,
"Did you call me?"
"Nothing, just to make sure that you are there"
"Bye", he hung up, and I hung up, pretty much in a slow motion.
I didn't realize for how long I smiled while staring at the inanimate phone. But I was sure it was kinda long enough that the meetings right after that seemed weightless.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh stupid women and their fragile emotions.
Shay has been gone for two months now. I don't know whether he will come back or be gone forever. You come in at the exactly perfect time.
It hurts me a bit that I have to forget you and replace with someone that looks just like you.