Worn out by an afternoon of shopping,
the girls retired their drained selves to a peaceful corner at Cafe Cartel at Bishan.

Two girls sporting completely different styles.
She, with her long flowing hair, the perfectly striking girl-next-door.
She, with her easy-going cut, the unconventional average girl on the street.

Easily the table with the best looking girls in the retaurant,
it is no wonder they draw looks in their direction.

The waiters are surprisingly not-ugly,
which goes to show that the restaurant is finally doing something right.
Most of the time though, they are more blur than they r cute.

The waitresses however were shockingly forgetful and deliberately blind.

Cafe cartel shd hire more guys, she mused.

They had different outlooks on life and love,
mainly on love thoh.

Others might think they are desperate,
two single women sitting by a corner talkin abt guys.

But they know better.

It is not tt they lack attention from the opposite gender,
they just lack attention from the right kind of guys.

And somewhere in the cosy corner,
both girls found the courage to share secrets,
dark ones,
painful ones,
truths that belie their angelic facade.

There is a bitch in everyone of us,
and it takes guts and a certain level of trust to let it out.
It also takes an inner resilience to live with the ugly past and look at the future with brightness.

Somewhere along the past years,
both have lost the romantic idealism that marks their age.
Somewhere along the past year,
the decadence of the clubbing scene has found its way into her life.
Somewhere along the past 5 years, disillusionment has found itself into her eyes.
She asked her about clubbing,
She admitted that she kinda liked it,
one cld get drunk on that decadent feeling.

Yes,
decadent.

This was the word tt she was furiously searching for a few hours ago.

She told her that she enjoyed clubbing better when she'd consumed enough alcohol to shroud her world in splendid colors.

Perhaps she feared the loss of control.

She said tt Mint and her looked compatible.
She was pleased.
She thinks that Mint is the closest to her ideal prototype,
at least the closest that she had found in the last 5 years,
after him.

She mentioned signs.
She's stopped believing in them simply because she doesn't think she could take another disappointment.
Cos sometimes disappointments could translate into a helpless ache,
which cld leave one hopelessly empty,
propelling one into vengence.

In fact, she had undertaken such a project after him.
It's not that she's out to hurt anyone,
she doesn't think that she did, anyway,
it's just that she does not want to be the one hurt anymore.

She told her that it the feeling was like bubbling champagne.

short-lived.
sweet.
intoxicating.

She however associated champagne to him.
She wants this bottle of champagne to be real.
Nice packaging, nice bubbles,
she hopes,
she believes that the content itself would be as good as it looks,
as good as it reads.

Somehow, Jip San's famous words during supper came to mind:
Hot boyfriends will never become good husbands.

Somehow, she remembered what she told Mr G that time when he asked for her type.
She looks at hotties, she gotta admit, and tt night, she was staring,
transfixed,
both by Mr Hot's hot looks and his meamerising voice.
And she tells Mr G, that she looks at hotties,
but deep down,
she knows that she doesn't go for that kind.

Perhaps it's due to a sense of self-preservation

She's the exact opposite.

She likes his height,
his looks,
his competency in english.

They are so different,
one can say opposite ends of a spectrum.

One is extremely grounded.
The other takes flight

But sometimes,
opposite ends of a spectrum do meet.

They met tonight,
sealed by hooked fingers,
a symbolic pact.

6 months later,
we'll discover who finds happiness.

Despite all their differences,
they are really,
not that different afterall.