Eyes only for you.... Chapter 1

Blooei's Location : Click Pic.

My writtings have come in far and few, for mingled thoughts and the rampage of work has left me bruised and battered. Thus I can only attribute such stupidity through my senile accusations towards the guilt of Irish Ale, which has been my staple diet for the pass few months and a resultant for such mismanagement of thoughts. Consumption in moderation is always the plan, however with one sip of sweet nectar, fools we become under the merciful command of alcohol.

As I juggle the mammoth task of 10 ships, and contemplate my schedule on obtaining my elusive shipping license, the decision to loaf and hide through the memories of the weekend that was can only bring fullfilment to my petty escapades in this Island.

The day was Thursday, and I greeted the evening with the arrival of Dear Ruby. My "keling" timing left the poor fellow waiting for a good thirty minutes.... and he being one giant lost puppy thinking that the law is everything in the Island, was so terrified to lit up. As we mat, the customary bear hug and grunts were exchanged and of course we marked our meeting with the first round of A grade ciggies from Malaysia. First thought was to head straight to the bar, but Ruby's luggage was underquoted, furthermore it was beyond the Phantom, but with Bond, anything goes...(you could actually hear the bike cry for help) So we headed home, dropped his baggage of rubbish and had dinner, McDonalds, as much disgust I have for this organization, cost and timing only lead us here. Our customary reports were made on our many adventures and mis adventures which took place between our absence, most talked about recap was the historic maiden voyage with the Phantom to KL. ( which is a another chapter all together)

Anyway, we gobbled the chicken pattee and beef terayaki like some hungry ghost, and shoot off
to where else but Blooei's. Thursday are particularly quite here, school had not started and we had the occasional new students who think blending in with alcohol is somewhat a fade to impress, as for us seasoned "kupeh kudikaran" we couldn't care any less. Our visit to Blooei's was basically my intention to embrace the Chef with a barrage of kisses, considering our foreplay via text sms'ing, and for Ruby to have a feel of my beloved private hangouts. It has no longer been private, my pilgrimage to Table 34 has been subjected to too many communist rulings which were implemented on the 1st of July. The comfort of kilkenny, big screen for my utmost support for Chelsea, my own corner to filter the mediocre music from their speakers through some soothing tunes of the ipod, the nonsensical writtings while trying to balance focus between football, women and work, all these points suddenly vanished with the introduction of the bikini clad chef. As of now, Blooei's has lost its touch of exclusiveness, and its funny when we are alone we crave some form of attention, in the end when everything falls into place, we seek again the path of solitude.There she was unrealizing our eyes existed, she made sunset look pale, for with the abundance of clothing, the choice was made only to cover the bare necessity with mere strings ,only with the excuse sweat transpired from some animated pipe pumping repertoire* think straight and not too far.

*Keling is not a deragotary term so live with it.

More Kilkenny came more expression and inflation of the ego, whereby we pitted our skills on the pool table,needless to elaborate on who won except "Everybody wants Chelsea to lose a game, when they do, they declare a public holiday". More coaxing on my part of the pre agreed "contract" via text with the chef. Sad but true, words are a huge facade for small actions.

Slowly but surely it was time for Blooei's to sleep, we exchanged our goodbye's and again poor phantom cried foul of such excess ballast. My mind had already ran riot, for with Ruby the heart was happy to know a friend was in town. More drinks was much needed and what better place to experience it Kopitiam style. A place where the smokers are rounded like cattle into the boundaries of a yellow line, while they jostle for space and comfort to puff away. This time it was some downgrading to Heineken, which was lesser contentment than Killing Kenny. My complains of my bread and butter was quick to be dished out, and he listened patiently, nodding everytime in deep thought and with visions of better things to come. One after the other we Killed Heineken and soon the time was teasing at 3 am. Oh no what have I done, I have divorced my sleep, and now face the gallows of work at 7am!!

We staggardly headed home, a quick shower follow suite and yet began mumbling our sentences which was no longer made lesser sense, soon we slept with fatigue flushing through our withered minds.... with tomorrow was only 2 hours away.....

Just a passing thought :
So much I gazed on beauty,
that my vision is replete with it.
Contours of the body. Red Lips. Voluptuous Limbs.
Hair as if taken from greek statues;
always beautiful, even when uncombed,
and it falls, slightly,over white foreheads.
Faces of love, as my poetry
wanted them... in the nights of my youth,
in my nights, secretly, met....

CPC