one of those days that feels better with a plus 1…
attended the briefing for sff backstage crew at a rather precarious looking tent that might crumble anytime if any model above the size oo standards were to accidentally fall over and hit the similar sized pole structure…
backstage crew were mainly made up of “professional” dressers or friends of a friends of a friends of the designer who wanted to help out…
needless to say me being alone stuck out like a misfit marc Jacobs skinny pants on a size 2 model…
decided that singlehood humiliation is not a social disease rather than a product of shitty circumstances…
by acknowledging the fact that am indeed diseased is first step to self actualization…
will then pluck up the courage to watch a movie…… alone…
while queuing up for tickets at lido (away from ppl I might actually bump into at cine, god forbid) wanting to watch dreamgirls which for some unexplainable reason, every single one in my social circle has already watched…
am confident, self sufficient, secure single who is capable of purchasing movie tickets by self without having to wear a paper bag over head…
as I walked/marched/power stomped to the box office I could feel the number of sympathetic eyes that came from the back from couples hoping to catch yet another chick/love flick…
mental note: couples in love = death
I couldn’t bring myself to look at what I can only imagine as sheer pity and disgust from ticketing lady…
Before I knew it, I bolted from the ticket queue lying to the lady that I had forgotten an errand that I had to run…
The errand of course was to fling my single body off the building while screaming out FUCK THIS SHIT right before my body splatter across prime potentially 400 bucks per sq feet of district 10 road intersection…
Headed to comfort zone (starbucks) to drown my self pity with an overload of caffeine…
As well as to indulge in burger king’s students meal…
Which, trust me, needed a bigger paper bag head gear to go about…
Before and after ordering…
Headed to starbucks to find all smoking area taken up by friends/couples/people with actual social company…
Found the only single table taken up by weird fellow who was more than glad to share his social obscurity with me…
On a totally non-related topic but still glazed with self pity…
Decided to wear hot new white skinny pants because have never wore white pants else where except in secondary school…
And have been heard at times say white pants are only for secondary school boys, male prostitutes and lee kuan yew…
The thing about the pants is the effort to get into and the EVEN more effort to keep it stain free…
Looking down at my pants, I can already spot 3 visible glaring stains…
1) Chocolate éclair blotches (dropped prominently on my crotch while trying to maneuver typing and eating simultaneously)
2) cigarette ash tracks (I blame the wind)
3) dark brownish stains at the bottom of my pants that looks a lot like……..which pray is only mud, or so I try to lie to self)
I do not dare to stand up and look at its back…
The only solution for day out in town…
finding fries in my burger king onion rings!
Who needs to order fries when you can find then in your onion rings!
I think I just spotted oil stains at the pockets…
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