Shisha Struggle
17 has got to be about the worst age period of our time.
so many things we wish to do, yet there is the limitation
and the requirement to be 18.
looking mature here doesn't help, surprisingly.
My friends, Afan,Hazim, Adilah, Nisa, Husna and Fira were out
and decided to go Shisha. that was in Arab Street, of course.
we were from Shaw House McCafe. Me, Afan, Adilah and Fira.
we then went to City Hall to meet Hazim and then to Funan to meet Nisa.
from there, we WALKED all the way to Arab Street.
first we looked for the shop i went.
it was called Ala El-deen Cafe, which was in front of Stamford Primary.
but it disappeared, probably flown off on a flying carpet.
this time it was some cafe, waiting for people to be welcomed by China Women
who i didnt think were cut to be prostitutes outside my house
and had to make do with waitress uniforms.
okay fine, we looked for Adilah's place, which was Ambrosia.
we went, with her assuring that we would get in as easy as how i did at Ala El-deen.
"IC please, Two at least"
Dang it, "Bye".
as we walked along the streets of Arab Street, we chanced upon this shop i had once walk past.
i entered and asked at the counter for Shisha.
the man went out to set the tables and chairs for us.
we settled down and soon after he came back again with the shisa bottle.
he did his thing and handed me the tube.
i was just about to place in on my lips-
"any of you got IC?"
i swear i just felt like going for it; just one damn puff.
he then explained the police issue of the boys in blue roaming around on FRIDAYS
(of all days) for IC.
hence, he had to take it away.
the shop-tender explained that we just need an IC from anyone above 18 to shisha there.
so we sipped our pathetic Coca-Colas and walked off
but all i was thinking was "i had it on my hand. i had it"
it was just so..so close.
along the time we lepaked, i had the sweet saccharine smell of the Shisha smoke.
what pain.
now i have to wait for over 200 days to Shisha without restrictions.
or i could spend $200 on a shisha bottle.
....im going for the 200 days.
1 comment:
i swear it means nothing when you get it....
nothing more than a pink card that you fear paying 50 dollars for loosing it...
ba ba ba ba!
so long
mrs gerard way
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