The Ripped Soul

Happy Valentine's Day!

Right. Now that we got that out of the way... Was thinking about what the fuck to blog about, so.. rewinded back a couple of days and remembered when I was out for supper with Joce and Wayne at Macdonalds. Right smack in AMK. The one with the drive thru.

Wayne insisted on doing takeout then eating at the playground, but Joce didn't want part of it. Sometimes I love Joce because of moments like this. She knows it's bound to affect me, since I had so much memories in that godforsaken park. So I took it and told him about my scary experience there. Still remember it.

We just finished work - Jas and I. So we have this ritual thing of walking to the interchange. Hanky panky en route, some things need not be mentioned, right? It's the only time we had to ourselves apart from work and off days, and the only time when everything in the world felt right. When a love like ours felt right. Put us straight out in society and she felt awkward, and I felt the same because she felt that way.

Anyway, so we were walking hand in hand and we had to walk past the playground. Bad enough that the entire area looks creepy, is dimly lit, and has NO ONE - seriously - after 10pm, or rather, anyone in the right mind... I mean, there were more than 2 occasions where a crazy old man would be looking at me or looking at her or stalking us to the end of the road, or another fellow who would try talking to me, getting HER all edgy and angry about it...

But yeah. Creepy place, no lights, with weird and crazy people. So we were walking, and we had to make way past this playground. It was around the 7th month for the Chinese.. incense was usual. But this wasn't. The air was still, it was quiet. We were talking when she told me to be quiet because she thought she heard a kid laugh. Then we walked past the swings.. at first at a normal speed, but I slowed down. I'd seen it clearly. VERY clearly. No eyes playing tricks.

The swings were swinging by itself. No kids, no one pushing it, no wind, NOTHING. But they were moving on their own. I told her, and she grabbed my hand before I could point. She told me to keep moving, and not stop. Told me not to look back as well.

So could we go to that playground without having the memories rush? Probably. I think, I'd like to think, rather... I'm over her. I do miss her sometimes. I miss being loved like that. But I should have known better that it was doomed to fail from the start when she couldn't make her mind up about the guys and me.

It's 5:41am and I'm gonna go to bed and sleep while the whole world goes nuts over CNY and Valentine's. He had to boast in my face that he watched Percy Jack's lightning thief and Valentine's Day. 2 MOVIES IN ONE DAY! Oh my God! Thanks brother. She offered a bottle of sugar coated jellies from Chinatown. How sweet. Not.

Sorry for sounding hateful. I'm just being very bitter and even more honest.

So... here's hoping everyone out there has a wonderful Valentine's Day. YES, even the singles!

And before I go, I'm going to raise a glass to mend, all the broken hearts, of all my wrecked up friends.

Cheers guys.