“mau kmana ni ntar malem?”
“ah..dunno,. bit tired ni, bosen pula. dipikir2 udh g waras aja gt”
“apa yg ga waras? kamu? emg lo ga waras! haha”
“itu gw jg tau, mksd gw 5 days a week clubbing? ga kuat aku ”
“apa gunanya suplemen, bodoh?, udh ah.. ntar malem k embes aja”
“uh..but I can’t keep spending like 8 million every week..uf..”
but surely no one hears my saying.
I sat alone, on the sofa (spend a million 4 tis sofa’s comfort)
See the girls swinging, dancing, laughing around. They were surely enjoying their selves.
me? alone.. drinking shooters of tequila, with couple glasses of beers.
Americans says,
“don’t drink beer after liquor, you will see the fecked up version of you”
but I feel fine that time, no signs of drunk-state, but yes.. I’m a bit tipsy.
Trying hard to get wasted and puking all around the club.
my favorite line that nite was “another one, please.”
after two hours of end-less drinking, I gave up.
My mission for tonite – to get wasted - is 100% failed.
enough for the drink, I closed my bill, signed it and saw a six “0” after the number 2.
ah.. another useless spending.
I walked to my friends, “do u guys wanna go home now? I’m soo.. bored”
they said “dun be such a child, we haven’t have the best atmos yet”
“I’ll go alone then, I’ll give some for taxi, ok?”
“ok. have u closed the bill? can u deposit another 5hundred?”
“ah.. ok.. I’ll put it under ur name.”
I slowly walked away to the bar, put on a 5hundred deposit.
“take care, luv” they said.
Hecticly disappointed.. and that happened 5 days in every week.
can’t call it a hobby, can’t call it a routine, can’t call it fun.
it was more like un-written assignment for me. No excuses, no choices.
around 3am
Cruising home alone.
Driving nicely alone.
My eyes were blurred.
Hardly focused.
Hardly see what’s on the front.
I hope it was the tears.
I smiled and blink.
so that my tears can come down.
But my eyes were dry.
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