A Novel: Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary

Anyone who loves myth or folklore story would have known of Bloody Mary. Even with no prior knowledge, the name is good enough to intrigue one's curiosity. According to the myth, you would have to stand in front of the mirror, and said 'Bloody Mary' three times, and here you go, Bloody Mary will come to sight.

I called for Bloody Mary. Just once, and bloody hell, I won't ever call for it again.

It was a lovely night, I dressed up nicely, decent make-up which do not make me look fierce, everything was perfect! And we are heading to Skybar for Wen Shin and Xin Yi's 21st birthday celebration. There were just 5 of us, I always thought it's better to keep in small group, cozier and less political conversation.

A long long list of signature cocktail with poectic and bombastic description - Selangor sling, lychee rose, long island etc... I am a good girl, and this was my third glass of cocktail for 21 years. I gave up reading the descirption and just go with my instinct(and I have terrible instinct). Bloody Mary was shouting at me, 'Pick me you bloody human!' Despite all the weird ingredient stated in the menu - pepper, celery, salt, tomato - not one that I personally like. Bloody hell, there goes my 30 bucks. I asked for Bloody Mary.

I got what I asked for. It was indeed Bloody Mary man!!

Well, it certainly wasn't made for my mounth and throat.

Nonetheless, this bloody mary managed to bring a laugh to our gangs. One more extra topic for chit-chatting! It has been quite a while since we last see each other. We chat and craps about random topics. A lot has changed since last time, for good.

For the first hour, we indulged ourselves in the silliness of cam-horing in an absolute chic and cosmopolitan atmosphere. I can actually see the thought bubble coming out from the ladies on the right table - Weirdo, get out of here! That's the thing about being young I think, you are reckless and carefree, never care about making mistake in life, because we believe that we still have a long long long life to make things right again. Youth is about falling down and learning how to stand up, all by yourself.

From the SKY, we landed at Steven's Corner Mamak restaurant. We bumped into few old friends. Nothing much has changed, physically. We chatted, but on a surface level. It's more of a political conversation - hi, how are you there? Oh my you look better now? Are you still studying bla bla bla bla bla...I don't enjoy myself doing it, but I am glad that we are still 'friends'.

Honest and sincere. Two very basic vocab we learnt in primary school, easy to pronuance and understand. But hard to be applied in real life. I promised myself countless time, be honest to yourself and said what you meant only, be sincere to people and stop being a bitch. Heck, I just lied to my dad this morning - I told him I will eat dinner at home, but honestly, I don't want to have anymore fried fish and I don't plan to eat rice at night.

Maybe it's the Bloody Mary, the music of SkyBar, I was very much uplifted, I babbled alot. We had alot of laugh that night, sincerely. It's the strong foundation of friendship keeps us together. Growing up in small town, we were taught to be kind and sincere to people. People back there were pretty straight forwards, no one like a hypocrite. I like you, you can see it on my face;you disgust me, you can see shit on my face when you talk. I thank life for giving me all these, after all, small town doesn't really mean boring place. It's a place full of treasure, waiting for patience people to explore.

Someday, when I am old with wrinkles and white hair, I have a new memory to be nostalgic of while sitting on the couch waiting for my boy to come home and nag him about his porn DVD scattering all over his room.