:: Elegantly Wasted ::
Saturday. WOMAD. Fort Canning.
The line up was great. Especially that mexican band which got the crowd bodysurfing. Quite honestly, as much as I wanted to enjoy myself, I ended up feeling all down.
Im and me had a huge misunderstanding, and we spend the rest of the night almost not saying a word to each other. Farah was obviously depressed, drinking her sorrows away. But wait, here comes the best part.
We finally saw Shai after a long while... Its about time you give up your on your running game, isn't it dear friend?
The same Mr. Shai guy whom we all had missed when he was away in Brunei. The same Mr. Shai guy who called us his 'angels'.
Excuse my post, but hell, I'm angry. How can anyone lie so much? How very selfish can a person be when it comes to self-importance? When it comes to self-glorifying? To the extent of deceiving your own parents? Is it all that worth it?
But God is great. He made us found something.
We found him serving wine at the wine tent. Life must be sweet, isn't is Shai? As sweet as wine....and all the money you owed us. And all the money you owe others. Life is blissful. Life is easy. All you have to do is make a few friends, tell a few stories, spin a few lies, take their money and run away. Create one million and one reasons to break up with your girlfriend and run away, -oh, wait....take her money first, then run away.
My heart goes out to your parents Shai. All the lies you slapped them with just to cover your own ass. Your mum called last night, pouring her heart out while trying to hold back her tears. Her phone line in the recent months has suddenly became a hotline for "want-my-money-back" service that she had to answer to. They all called endlessly, threatening her for something you fucking did. Who's exactly paying for your mistakes Shai? You don't even want a hand in them.
You just ran away.
Keep running away you coward. All those years and years of friendships and relationships never meant a thing to you. You meant the world to your own, cowardly self.
The only comfort I get is I believe in retribution. Now, I don't feel sorry for you.
