On a dark starry night, it would be impossible not to get ASTRO coverage. So the inner child of an 18 year old watched Rocko's Modern Life (it was an episode about fairytale spoofs) as she enjoyed a hot cup of tea and a bowl of ice cream. After watching it, it reminded her of the simpler times in life where she spent most of her time next to her prince charming who owned a black proton saga,equipped with what she would call "overused speakers", driving around the lands (Serdang, Damansara, Bangsar,Kepong,etc) . Those were the days she thought, but since life isnt a cartoon, it was too good to last forever.
The whole concept of "once upon a time" and"happily ever after" clearly is over-rated and is highly exposed to children making them think that they're lives will be filled with happily ever afters. I remember when i was younger, i used to sit by my window and wait for my prince charming on a whit horse to climb into my room and rescue me, where we would see the world and he would spoil me with love and jewellery. At that time, i used to imagine that character being payed by Nick Carter (mind you this was when i was 9 years old. Backstreet Boys was IN then). At the age of 12, i had my FIRST prince charming. He couldnt have been any cuter than he was, enjoyed wrestling (at that age who didnt?), and was a supporter for Newcastle. We did the typical first-timer couple things like making his class mate run up and down the stairs passing our notes, spend time on the phone getting to know each other, and pretending not to look at each other whenever we passed at the corridor. For some strange reason, I thought that would be my happily ever after where i dreamed that i would spend the rest of my life with a very good looking, wrestler and Newcastle loving boy. After 8 months of no progress (no holding hands), the bastard dumped me. I had never felt so angry and humiliated. So that was when it hit me. In reality, sleeping beauty fell into a deep sleep, woke up, got a cab to KL, and got herself a job as a lawyer where she made enough money to have regular visits to the hair salon and Gucci.
People dream that they hit they're happily ever afters once the zsa zsa zsu feeling gets to them. Side effects: They tend to forget about reality, the thing people try so hard to open their eyes to, admitting that shit happens if the relationship ends. Instead they spend hours locked up in the tower, letting their hair grow (split ends never go with anything), and pray hard to God that the recently ex- Prince Charming would come back to rescue them. Unless there's a wicked witch involved (did i say witch? i meant bitch), they need their fairy friends to help them realise that he was just not that into you and you could do so much better than that.
So thats where you get out of the tower and go to the latest gay club, where you can bitch with the other princesses about what an asshole he had been without being bothered by some drunk guy and save up by spending RM25 (including beer) at the door. End the night with having lots of laughs, martinis, loss of calories, and thoughts in the mind whether the cute guy you were dancing with was bisexual or not.
That's the kind of happily ever after i'm looking for. A friend of mine believes that it exists somewhere in this universe. Its kinda comforting to hear especially after a breakup. Because it will always remind you that somewhere in this city, there's a guy out there sitting by the bar who's going to ask for your number...and who knows? you could even end up having a few free drinks.=)
-This post was meant for Valentine's Day. Wishing you guys a very belated one,despite the fact that i dont believe in it. Its only a way to get people to buy hallmark cards and what nots. seriously people,next time save your money!
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