Kiss and run, kiss and run.

I gave Karen a drunk kiss on her cheek, on the night where i danced clumsily with glasses of spirits, coke and free beer. Funny lights the color of disco, and music the sound of reckless tempo, continued to play-and-pause, constantly played-and-paused like a ghostly dream sandwiched between another ghostly dreams. It didn’t stop to scare me even when I was already in someone else’s car. There were 4 of us. For what seemed a mortifying moment, i rested my heavy head, quietly on Karen’s lap.

For what seemed a mortifying moment, this was a kamikaze.

For what seemed a mortifying moment, isn’t it dangerous to write like this?

But i, live a spontaneous life. I stumbled upon it. I was of course, — before life –, just a motile sperm — happy maybe — with a limited life span, supposed to have died within hours. But what did i do?

I just had to swim and flirt with an odd-female-looking egg, — and love at the first sight they say –, she and i became Firdauz, just seconds after.

Love at the first experience, i say, i have a lifetime’s mission.

Thousands of you panic-looking girls, my mission is to kiss and run.

For life, tastes so much better when i do the wrong things.

For life, tastes so much sweeter.