Bitter A Bit

"So until when you work here?," i asked.

"Until September," answered Lito.

"Same with me. But why until September?," asked me again.

"Because i want to go back Philiphine and make baby mah," replied Lito nonchalantly which left me erupt the crisp air and cacophonous ambience with laughter. 

Hahahaha..that Lito is really a funny guy. Cute married scrawny young man. 

Aaaarggghh...by the way, my mood today was totally ruined by my devastated past. I really wish i can hate them but recently i realise that i no longer stick to animosity. I can beam on them if they ever appear in front of me. Bitter a bit partly because i was very distracted or sort of like rummaging my intricate mind like an entangled thread for an ideal fight or flight response. Of course i will not opt for the flight so basically i was preparing myself to face them if they ever pass by me in Pavilion. Should i say hai, ingratiate or looking at them with the glittering eyes of sympathy, hoping they will ever accept me or flushing away the presumptuos yet malice expression with my shimmer.

Puke me. I will never ever do that! Yuck. Gross. Eww. Shhoooohhhh bitches! You guys don't deserve to conquer my blissful day in Snowflake with those never ending blanket of sadness made up of your eerie and boastful laughter. Resentful, as i'd pulled my face so down that Yan had realised that. How unprofessional and disgusting i felt myself was. All this good-for-nothing emo even quench my hunger. Hmmmppphh.

But still i forced myself to eat like a bulimic with a bowl of distasteful assam laksa which in a split second burned a prodigious hole in my pocket. Rm 7.90 for an overly sweet mee. Nevertheless, my day was brighten up after 5o'clock, knowing that they will never come to KL again as they were departing, and also because Cola, our assistant manager was leaving early today opening chance for me to take one bowl of GJ bestseller back home without feeling a tinge of sheepishness in addition, i get to see it myself Ady's twin though i immediately felt the slap of embarrassment for not believing his words. Gosh, though they are twins, but they somehow are distinctive enough probably because Ady has got the more mischievous look. They both are really very cute and Ady is very nice and generous as he bought food for all of us.  

Nevertheless, he only changed 40% of my skepticism on his words. Although he neither fool nor lie on me before, i still don't take his words completely. He is mischievously irritating sometimes, pervert but only to the limit of tickling you but his presence is enjoyable. Ady is just like any on streets who looks like a notorious dropout that no other cure is waiting for him as he seems to be a good-for-nothing brat having no moral conscious or responsibilities as a filial son. One day, i saw him cladded with a jacket, tshirt beneath it, long jeans with narrow leg pants, body strapped with a sling leather bag, slicked-hair, munching on chewy gum, eyes half-opened and waking without the whole feet landed firmly on the earth. Well, maybe that is just cynical people like me think. He is like a rude samseng boy. Again, Snowflake colleague changed my perspective.

Today i worked until 1030pm. After the cleaning works were done, for one moment, i hope my night will continue with basketball. Heading to the court bursting brightly almost blindly by the glaring light posts from each of the corner, bouncing the ball with gusto, shooting the ball straight to the net followed by a slight jump, watching it arching slowly and consistently, accurate enough into the quiet hole, sending the net to swing a little. Satisfied and beaming, listening to the ululating wind, which later the silence broken by din from Darren and Lito. I pulled myself back to reality, knowing the fact that the court is somehow unreachable needless to say permission from folks.

To end up today's post :

liitle note tugged in my shirt without my knowledge. screw you Lito