Monday, May 02, 2005

Dan Hilang

"Dan hilang semua impianku
Hilang semua harapanku
Hilang bersama resahku
Hilang terbawah arah"

There I was, with Adam and his colleagues chilling at Segafredo on a perfectly fine Sunday afternoon, sipping iced tea, juice and lattes.

And not twenty words passed between us in the first half hour, well okay, maybe more than twenty words were uttered, but not more than double that, tops. As each of us were too busy wallowing in self-pity and frustration on several personal degrees. Due to our failure to get into Planet Hollywood for Peterpan’s showcase. After more than two-hours of waiting in the scorching KL sun and imagining how close we’d be to the stage.

Shyite. We knew by then we should’ve just waited with the bunch of odd-hundred people in front of the entrance instead of dutifully getting to the end of the queue like chickens getting into a coop when we arrived. We though Suki’s idea to be there at 11 a.m. and head in for lunch first would result in a brillianter-than-brilliant coup to get us choice seats and premier view of Ariel and the gang , alas, it turned out there were fans who had actually lined up at the entrance from 8 a.m! (those buggers I’m sure got in and had the premier view instead). Die-hard, these people are. Or mati-keras as we say it in Malay. How frustrating it was to move inch by inch closer to the door, seeing people being admitted in one by one, and when we were like 10 feet away from the entrance, announcement was made that no more tickets were available and would those (who were clamoring and shoving the palm trees outside half to death) whom still didn’t have one please go home. Oh, cruel world.

Mereka yang kecewa

Defeated, we decided to have a drink as we were all dying with thirst anyway and hoped to get a glance of the show which should be shown at the TV facing the walkway while the doors were banged shut (okay, of course they didn’t actually ‘bang’ it, but that’s how we felt). What amazed me was how the guys were able to sit there in almost total silence. If this were a bunch of six girls, we’d be complaining and whatnots and each would be telling the other how upset, discouraged or exasperated (okay they all mean the same thing as frustrated, I consulted the thesaurus) we felt. But the guys just… sat there, each wearing a woeful expression on his face, staring at the door as if willing it to open and suck them into the vortex that is the venue of our much-awaited feel-good afternoon. Me? I spied at the magazine rack a copy of Cleo with the list of fifty Most Eligible Bachelor hopefuls (last month’s copy) and seek my solace in that piece of contemporary literature.

An hour later we parted on our separate ways, and I decided to drag Adam to Times Square and check out the new Borders store. Upon being there, I can’t really understand why some bloggers had groused about the place in their posts. It’s a big bookstore, there are lots of titles available as per other big bookstores, the area is spacious and you can even sit down cross-legged on the carpeted floor without feeling awkward. The extra plus points from me would come from the fact that I found both Isaac Asimov and Jasper Fforde’s titles there. I got myself three books (at the price of two!) that I had my eyes on for quite some time and therefore I declare an aye for Borders - salvation for otherwise a totally wasted afternoon.

Pengubat hati yang luka

[Addendum : Adam told me he saw them at Lotus afterwards (early morning May 2nd). Baru lepas joget mak endang cucuk langit lah tu agaknya. Bleargh. Fat lot that's worth. I want to see them singing, not minum-ing teh tarik.]

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