Crooning on my STEREO: Do You Want To by FRANZ FERDINAND
First he crashed at my studio in London. Then I took the Eurostar and harassed him in Belgium.
And two months later he found his way to a godforsaken place called Malaysia. Much to my greatest dismay.
I don't usually dedicate an entire post to an individual.
Today I am out of my mind. I have just sent off a friend whom I've been bugging cada dia cada noche for the past two weeks. I am a lame creature of habit. I tend to get rather attached to people if I see them, like, EVERYDAY.
I HATE YOU KRACKER. YOU SUCK.
I will tell you why.
He downs CURRY LAKSA like there's no tommorrow. He bloody hell uses CHOPSTICKS better than (disgraceful) me. He sings FRANZ FERDINAND louder than me. He drinks PINTS like a fish and manages to stay considerably SANE. Every goddamn 'ah lian' on the streets tries to pick him up as though he's some sort of DEMI-GOD. (Fine, I am jealous!) He gets away with saying shits like 'SAYA SAKIT JIWA' to random strangers who will just casually pass him off as 'COOL'.
Life's unfair. If I am to say the same thing, I'd get BASHED.
Maybe it is those blue eyes. Those who have met him in flesh and blood would agree. That OPEN attitude? Perhaps. Or his passionate opinions? ME GUSTA. His CHARM? I suppress my thoughts on that.
Perhaps they say that friendship comes in distorted forms. I have acquired a great degree of knowledge from a man who is rightfully loved by many. His bickerings with 150MurderousPassions is a testimonial of a hardy willful character.... with the ocasional show of a softer side. By that, I am beginning to believe that he is human. A mere mortal who has changed something in me in a way that he'd never imagine.
Though I may listen in silence, I learn.
This sentimental cry is beginning to sound like an orbituary... but hell, NO.
I took this photograph before I kicked his butt back onto the Parisian flight. Despite all that 'I hate you' exterior, I'd rather admit that I do perceive the whole situation as quite the opposite. In other words, I see him off with a broken heart.
KRACKER'S MAKING HIS WAY BACK UP NORTH.
AND WE MISS HIM.
Life goes on. Time to return those 100 missed calls on my mobile.