One street. That was all there was. There I stood, reminding myself that over 200 clubs and bars are jam-packed in the buildings that lined the street which could otherwise have passed for any other unmarked street of Tokyo. Is it not ironic that, in the capital of a confident nation like Japan, the topographical testament to the love that dare not speak its name accumulates to only one ordinary-looking and unassuming street?
After having a drink in a small bar that was overflowing with customers and having relished the sight of the beautiful creatures on the street, E and I found a club playing 80s music. We walked in. Cover charge: ¥3,000 (RM75).
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The air was pregnant with magic. I drowned myself in songs of love and heartbreaks and impossible longings. Romance filled my lungs, my body brimming with dance.
It was then that I saw the magical creature; my eyes tracked it all night.
But I did nothing.
Morning came. A sad respite. The magical creature walked away.
As magic dissipated from the air and I walked towards the metro station - E raving about his new-found love in the background - I closed my eyes, dreading that I may never know joy again.
Emm..what kind of magical creature? leprechaun? hehe
Posted by: ngising | September 07, 2004 at 08:57 PM