My Innuendo


Something improper. Something un-called for. Something wicked, this way comes.

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Desperately, I've managed to clawed my way back to a reality I have so unsrcupulously neglected. I exhaled. I have come to terms with the fact that no amount of effort you put nor the extent of how you attempt to redeem yourself (or whichever comes first) can fully surmount the fact that sometimes, some things, are truly beyond you. All you can manage with is ultimately - yourself. Now I just need to find me again.

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Last night was another night filled with a cocktail (pun pun) of mishaps. A series of untimely events. A ten minute wait at a well known japanese eatery that spawned into a 45 minute hunger pang. (We should have known better.) All in the midst of an exchange of saliva droplets and rude words, we decided to settle for the seats outside.

Dinner had better be good. Which in turn, sparked another turn of events :

Guy Friend : "Eh, how come you don't want to take that seat inside?" (referring to a seat against a row of bouganvilleas/orchids/watever that acted as a divider)

Gal Friend : "Cos got the flower zhor teng there how to eat??!" (referring to a single bouquet of bouganvilleas/orchids/watever that was peering deliriously over. The cheeky thing. Confirm is want to see long kang.)

Me : "Come, I help you lah." (referring to a fool who in an act of chivalry (a.k.a. score points) proceeded to attempt to push the amorous bud to the other side of the row.)

Piak.

"Oops." (referring to the omnimous and disgusting snap of a plant stalk of bouganvilleas/orchids/watever and the exclaims of a flower murderer.)

At the end of it all, the friend decided to stay put. Wait people malign her for killing a plant just for leering down her neckline.

Dinner was good.