Friday, August 18, 2006
So I've finally lived the dream (albeit, a short-lived one) of driving with the windows down, shades on, and lip-synching to teriyaki boys along the expressway. And for the past few days, I've done what I wouldve killed to do 8 months (ok, 1 week) ago: Dinners, swimming, gymming, clubbing, movies... I love to live the life that I love.
Yet, I think its times like these when I think I become the biggest of bastards cause I'm just so full of myself. It sucks cause it just feels so good doing it, but it sure as hell comes back to haunt you. Tonight, it came in the form of a friday night spent alone at PS shopping for a friend's present. I hate spending friday and saturday nights alone. -sigh- And then, the whole previous euphoria comes crashing down as reality kicks you in the face and says, "Hey dude, you're not immortal, and its not as if the whole world's worshipping you."
And really, I'm not THAT kind of a guy. At least, I hope I'm not. (which is what I spent the whole of this morning convincing somebody) But yes, I know that this aint Hollywood. If I wanna live "Da Life", I have to damn well live with the reputation/consequences.
I'm not that kind of a guy. Really. I guess the ego often overshadows common sense and sensitivity during good times like these. And I'll bet it sounds really hilarious/pathetic if I try to convince everyone around me. So as for now, I'll just curl up with Marie (my newly acuired, 80GB black MacBook.. whoohoo!), sort out my shit, and wait exactly one week before I leave and hope this silly side of me gets forgotten.
he rocked the party at 8:21 AM |
