Fish Out Of Water
What was to be, in my opinion, a gathering of friends @ Hard Rock Cafe turned out to be a wrap-up party. Kinky wanted to introduce me to her friends, a group of ladies presumably from media companies and high profile jobs. I shun away from the opportunity to know those attractive women. Why? Maybe because I felt really out of place. I dressed like a poly student with t-shirts and imitation shoes and the people around wore expensive shirts and don belts of designers whose names I can’t properly pronounce. I am outdated and I was just afraid to speak. I do not wish to come across as someone who is trying too hard to blend in.
I wish I was more pro-active like how Kinky has always been with my friends. I wish I was as attractive as Bimbo to have people complimenting me before they introduce themselves.
With this inferiority complex, my poor best friend had to keep on finding for me. And where was this hermit crab? Standing behind the wall beside two Filipino ladies talking about their latest catch.
What happened to me? What happened to the old me? The Amin who would flaunt himself perpetually anywhere… everywhere!
Has National Service made me so outdated and out of sync with my Public Relations skills? Or have I became too Melayu for this crowd?
Pangs of loneliness struck me at the rate I was unable to contain. I needed familiar faces. I needed familiar surrounding. I wanted to make a comeback. *Stamps feet like a little boy*
I hope this is temporary. I just want to be with my best friends. Now I feel like a loser.
