the silvery invisible string...

i watched the malaysian masseuse on discovery channel "heal" her customers by removing wind from their body and circulating their blood travel with hideously painful massages, nothing like those relaxing sweddish oil massages that could make you close your eyes and dream a little.
with that, i sat on the couch slumpily yet stiffly, very aware that i'm watching this channel with 2 other guys seated on the other end of the couch whom i have never met before. i don't even remember how they looked like now, given the fact that i was so shy to even introduce myself, or join them as they commented on the documentary. i merely smiled.

i saw R washing the road with pails of clean water that L brought out. the party seemed over the moment i arrived after the secret drive-in movie-watch at marina south pier with dubberke. (1st ever Drive-in Movie: watched Star Dust with dubberke in the car with big screen out there, tuning in to the radio channel for better sound quality in the car. for once watching a public movie, i could comment, laugh and make fun of the characters in the midst of it. it was quite funny. i like going out with clem once a while because the already nice outings were always topped up with foaming luxurious whipped cream of hot gossips. :D)

vodka with whatever is sick, but i didn't ask for more choices. besides, they said it's premium vodka, better than those crappy yet collectable absoluts. sitting against the wall facing pots of lotus plants was surreal. i've not done this for the longest time. i must say that alcohol, be it vod or whatever shit, does draw people closer to each other, not physically. it was as if an invisible silvery string of bonding binds the drinkers with a common frequency of humour, thoughts and nonsensical fun.

i felt sick after drinking (which i had not done for months). and i realised i wasn't even supposed to and i missed my pills for the 1st time. but it was good fun anyway.