The Pimptress Dwells In Other Businesses Too!

Every now and then a good blog pops out of no where. A rare gem these days. The heavy onset of eat-shit-sleep blogs is taking a toll on the blogosphere. On some days my blog is guilty of eating shitting and sleeping too.

But you know what I mean, a good read is a good read.

So, indulge!

Single and Dating in KL is a group blog by a few single KLites moaning and raving about the dating scene in KL. Not quite, but ALMOST like a KL Sex And The City. Not enough sex, but the focus is more on emotions, evaluations, judgements and well, romanticism. And a good dosage of cynicism.


Enjoy!

I know the previous blog that belongs to the blogger that I’m about to present next. Though he remains anonymous in his new blog, but I’m very sure it’s the same guy. I recognise the style. All I can tell you is that he is a super senior in my secondary school. About 11 years my senior. Yea, I was in kindergarten when he was in form5. He writes really well .. kind of captivates you with his flow of words and you just drink up all that he has to offer. Another alluring fact about this Barry White of words is that he is single, CYNICAL and romantic.

Hop on over to Coffee, Cigarettes and Conversations.


Warning: addiction ensues.

Matters aside, I’d like to let you read this article my brother wrote. I told him ages ago that I’d put it up on my blog if it doesn’t get into my school magazine, Gemala.

And here my brother does what he does best: Emo Love Stories.

It made me tear. Really! He put it on his blog before but I can’t find the link and he doesn’t want me to link him back(I have no idea why) and he got very good comments for it. Hope you guys can spare sometime and read it and prove his editors wrong.

I say it’s Gemala’s loss anyway. My blog gets a steadier amount(ahem, larger amount too. :P) of readership than the annual year book anyway.

I once wrote a story about a girl who had drunken sex and ended up giving her daughter away for adoption and seeing disappointment in her daughter’s eyes when she was older. It got rejected because I mentioned sex.

Don’t say lah… even our senior pages were rejected because some photos promoted truancy(one foot stepping out of the school gates…..), gangsterism(kids pretending to beat each other up), academic negligence(books dumped in a dustbin) and other lame ass things. You think the Malaysian censorship board is bad? You should try my old school’s magazine editorial board.

Oops, I digressed again. Nah, read lah!

The road seems so long.

The first day I met you, I was not sure if it was just me, or if someone had really injected drugs into my veins from behind. The day at the carnival seemed so short. I caught my first glimpse of you when queuing up for a ride. For that moment, the sounds of the roller coaster seemed to fade off, and everyone around me disappeared except you.

Hello there stranger? Are you lost too?

It took me more courage than I thought I had to introduce myself. You smiled shyly, not knowing who this boy standing in front of you was, or the special place he’d take in your heart forever. I remember how your friends giggled from behind, enjoying a romantic scene. But I didn’t care what they thought, because at that moment, all I hoped was for you to acknowledge my existence.

 

Maybe if we walk together, we’ll find where this road leads to.

Remember our first date at the movies? Ah…I shed a tear of joy each time I do. You held on to my shoulder tightly as we watched the horror flick, too afraid to watch the ghost appear. When you found out that I had my eyes closed all through the show, you wouldn’t stop laughing all the way back as I drove you home. It was only when a little kiss was planted on your cheek in front of the door that you hushed, and your face turned bright red.

 

On the day we married, I was the happiest man on earth. There were probably no angels singing, or little white doves flying above the church as we walked out as man and wife. But I was happy, because seeing you smile and thinking that you were mine forever seemed too good to be true. And it was.

 

Braving the odds, we journeyed together hand in hand. Your shoulder was my strength, and your heart was my hope.

 

When we moved into our new home, you happily dragged me to every room, pointing out every detail of how you wanted it furnished. The room for the children that we would have must have its walls painted bright blue, with stars and planets drawn on it so that he or she would not be afraid of the dark during the night. The wall in our bedroom that blocked us from the rising sun to was to have a sliding glass door so that we could greet the new day together every morning. I laughed at how you thought our house could be turned into a romantic haven, and you pouted the entire day until I agreed to work on it immediately.

 

The road is uncertain. But as long as you are with me, my friend, I know that all will be alright.

 

On the day you passed away, I could not bring myself to accept the fact. I wanted to hit the young boy who drove without a license till he bled, so that he could feel the pain you felt. But as he kneeled on the floor in tears and begged for forgiveness, I could not bring myself to it. Dropping to my knees, I cried too. The memories of you filled my head, each one bringing another drop of tear to the pool beneath me. You were so young, and there was so much in life that awaited the both of us.

 

Why am I alone? I look back at the road, hoping to see you, as if you’ve merely tripped and was left behind, but got back on your feet and caught up with me again.

 

The world seemed black and lifeless. Little care had I left for anything, and only the thought of you kept me going. I visited every place in the world that reminded me of you, from where we first met at the carnival, to the city where we had our honeymoon. I cursed fate for taking you away from me, yet once again cried for it was also fate that brought us together. Was this some game that it played, bringing us with hopes to journey through life hand in hand, yet so easily breaking us apart with death?

I fall to the ground, the road’s sharp slates cutting into my skin. There is nobody to pick me up again. For you are gone. And still, the road seems so long.

 

As I sit on our bed one day, looking through photographs of us, our little son puts his head on my lap, and says he misses you. I hug him tightly, and told him that I felt the same. Fate has denied him the love of his mother as he grew up, so I swore to myself never to let him or you down. But whenever I waited in the car to pick him up from school, or when I sat down during his wedding, I’d imagine that you were with me by my side, wearing the smile I’ll never forget. Maybe you really were.

 

I get on my feet again, every inch raised from the ground powered by the memory and love I had with you. Still in my heart, you were with me. I dared the road once again.

Our son is by my side as I lie on the same bed we slept on. With him is his life’s partner, and a little story which he and her have to write, just like we did. They are crying, but I can only help but smile. It’s been so long, but I’m about to see you again.

 

 

Hey there… I believe we’ve met?

 

I finally close my eyes, with the image of our son and grandchild forever embedded into my soul. I can also see you standing beside them, smiling. Everything feels so light… and then here I am again, in an uncertain road. I can’t see where it leads to, but I feel someone holding my hand, saying:

Let’s see where it goes…