Curiosity really killed the Cat.
I was watching the final episode of Princess Hours and a bright idea flashed across my dull brain. I was excited... bright ideas are always fun to have on boring Saturdays. Bright ideas can also blow up in your face cause the Voltage of Reality is too high and your Mental Fuse wasn't good enough to handle the shock.
Through shady means which I'm not proud of, I found out that Mr Kay, my only excuse for being in love, might be dying from the effects of his only-God-knows wild lifestyle. Who would have thought something so innocent could turn so awry.
I read this supposedly clandestine news, called Whiny and cried while telling her this mind blowing revelation. I'm not quite sure why I was so upset actually. It's not as if we're that close anymore. In fact there were times when I even felt like his doormat: Always here for You to step on.
According to my calculations, I should be over it by now. I have frequently advised him to be a good boy, to fully realise his potential as an articulate bullshiter and strive for excellence in the cutthroat everyone-believes-they're-cool industry of advertising. After all that, he still got himself into this state of probable premature death. Yeah I should go "He knn deserve it lor!! Die Die Die!!" but I'm not. As his philosophical guru and indulging in an emotional soliloquy, I cannot just let this be....
On hindsight, thinking about the next step I should take to rescue my knight in distress seems to be draining what joy left in me. It's not funny. I spent everyday focusing on work just so I'll be distracted from my jaded life. Lately it's not been fun, despite the many "kawaii" compliments I get. Thus the rate of my Outgoing Joy Quotient is equal, if not more, than the rate of my Incoming Joy Quotient. If this goes on, I'll be reaching the Nirvana of Jaded-ness in 7 days time, which happens to be, OH MY GOD! MY FUCKEN 24TH BIRTHDAY!
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