Meandering whims of a curious mind

I don’t think I can do justice to this blog today. You see, I write a lot better when I’m in a depressive mood. As weird as it seems, words flow much more easily when my mistress, Melancholia, is around. Unfortunately, today she seems to have sauntered somewhere else, undoubtedly consorting with some other poor soul.

Now, without the comfort of her presence, my words have gone amuck … lacking rational meaning and lucid form. Structuring my sentences appears to be infinitely impossible. Writing just seems like peculiar conundrum of endless crooks and crannies. I have lost coherence. Totally lost it. So do pardon the decline in my oft-lambasted literary litany.

Why?

Well, as I have said, Melancholia left me … affronting someone else I assume.

So what now?

Well … it’s not exactly bad … just different … but I like it.

You see, I’m happy. So amazingly happy I really am. I haven’t felt this happy for the longest time.

So lifted, like a wounded winged creature sprouting its feathers again. Soaring, climbing to unimaginable heights of ecstasy. You see …

It was my birthday.

I didn’t expect to celebrate it … was hoping it to be a non-event, to be swept under the rugs like specks of dust. I didn’t want anything to do with it cos there wasn’t anything to celebrate about.

And yet … despite all my aversions … it didn’t turn out quite that way. I didn’t celebrate my birthday. My friends did.

So with that … I flew … a crescendo … a fiery phoenix of unbridled joy … I smiled, I laughed and I gave thanks

The Scene: Union Square was ecstatic, The Music: Salsa made me heady and The Present: XXX was a thoroughly wonderful jolt

And yet, it was not the club, it was not the music, it was not the gift … they didn’t matter.

It was everyone.

And to everyone … I thank you … thank you for the perfect day.

Thank you all for simply making me so unbelievably happy.

Thank you to CB for walking aimlessly around with me for the better part of the day, looking stupidly at handphones after handphones. Being ridiculously patient with my propensity to engage in philosophical musings coupled a serious affliction of absurdity.

Thank you to Ben and Shah, for willing … willing their way into Union Square when I know they feel humongously out of their element. For drinking Tiger beer with a smile on their faces, when I know they drink far more “Stella Artois-ic” drinks. Thanks for being there 15 years ago … thanks again for still being here.

Thank you to our dear Paparazzi, for being so gamely taking and an infinite number of pictures of me being plastered with so many other people … and just being plain plastered … alcoholically by the guys.

Thank you to Wendy, for being such a surprise of simply being there, giving me “attitude” (What’s new? :)) on the dance floor, at the “photoshoot” and at basically every opportunity possible (haha) Always loved your company.

Thank you to Patrick, Cedric, Sonny Boy, Darren, Kenny, etc (well, I haven’t decided to thank you or whack you just yet) for plying with an incessant deluge of ladies, namely, Ms. Tequila, Ms, Vodka, Madam Brandy, Lady Tiger and the truly horrible Mistress Basketball (Wtf is that, Patrick?)

Thank you to J2, playing “brother” to me, drinking on my behalf and keep looking out for me the whole night with his “You need me to drive you?” “I’ll send you home” “ You ok or not?” etc etc.

Thank you to the double Karens, for working behind the scenes trying to get things done; for quietly but assuredly coordinating. K1, for so willingly (finally) dance with me (haha … btw, who is this ah boy?) K2 for giving me that splendid dance once again even after I hammered her head and elbowed her time and again. (Deepest apologies as the urge to visit the boy’s room was really distracting)

Thank you to Donn, for being so amazingly nice for holding back his urges to intoxicate the crap out of me and for seriously just the being so warmingly welcoming whenever I show my stupid face.

Thank you to Wenling, for showing concern all this time. Always comforting, always jovial, always smiling.

Thank you to Cheryl, for baking me a CAKE! Wow, that was a huge surprise. I’ve never ever had anyone bake anything for me. Thank you for the sweat and toil, thank you for the effort.

PC, Guowei, HY, Edward, Johnny, JP, Zhiguang, Francis, John, Yi Chuan, Chris etc
Thank you to all the guys who talk crap and made the whole evening unimaginably fun. Yes, even thank you for the numerous attempt to make Union Square my bed for the night with the nonstop request to drink. Most of all, thank you for the camaraderie.

Audrey, Germaine, Serene, Christine, Ellen, Wendy, Karen 1, Karen 2, Li Shan, Rachel etc
Thank you to all the gals, for being so tolerant of my alcohol induced dance state. For being so willingly and eagerly asking me for a dance. I really felt like some hot salsa hunk from Chippendales. Thank you for letting me live the dream of being a Hottie for a day.

Lastly, thank you to that wonderful person who made me feel special in ways I’ve never experienced. There are no words to exchange, no words to clarify, no words to describe … nothing that I can say to express the gratitude. All I can leave you is what an amazing person wrote, “Knowing you has been the greatest thing that has happened to me during these past few years, you have been my greatest confidante …”

PS: Pardon the poor writing. And yes, eyes do not deceive you … there are colours in this post

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