cri silencieux? maybe.
i dreamnt i was a prostitute the night before last, and the worst part was that my client, is a close family friend of my dad's. how... ironic.
and Louisa was the other callgirl, she laughed her head off when i told her i was still a virgin and that i was scared. i can still vividly picture her laughing, geez; do other people besides my dad think that i've slept around? because really, talk about a
major dignity deflation here.
i think i can admit that how i'm immersing myself into all sorts of activities, is merely a diversion from actually sitting down & watching the world take its place. movies, both on & offline shopping, books, reruns of 'Sex & The City', working. i made perfect beers today too, how rad is that, i'm so proud of myself :) the right amount of beer with the perfect width of foam at the top. and i had waffles at Village (read: '
Vill-ahj-eyh') with
Iskandar after work, it was lovely with little surprises that struck me till a long time after. all the while, seeing a certain face pop up here & there wherever i go, my imagination can be quite disconcerting
(i still don't know, priya!).
i wish i could take care of people more & promise them that everything's fine & not just bullshit to make them feel better because i so desperately want them to; how much of hypocrites can we all be sometimes.
i've been trying to say some things, but i just can't find the perfect words;
it bothers me, somewhat. tugging at me, growing to be unbearable slowly.
hmm, maybe i'll go to the airport tomorrow morning? :)
x.
