Departures from the past

24 april 2008



Ahhh.

I see.


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So there was Wednesday night's phone call about Thursday night (I called), which totally threw me off. What did he mean by was it drinks with "the gang". Hallo?!!

"No. It's just YOU and ME."

And what did he mean he was double-booked?!! Gaaah!!! I had a good mind to call in a raincheck then and there - except I don't think it would ever stop raining.

But I held my tongue, and he said he would get back to me on Thursday. So I left it to him to sort out his schedule - while I tried to sort out my own head.

There was something in his voice - the hedging....


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Shortly after he texted me with a time and venue, he called back to ask if I would mind if The Magic Pony came along - she had only just called him about drinks (rrright) and so he told her I was meeting him and perhaps she could join us. WTF?!!

"Sure! I don't mind!"

Like fuck, I didn't. But with less than two hours before we were to meet, what was I supposed to say anyway? Seriously.

I SOS'ed The Best Friend stat.

"Help!"

But just in case The Best Friend thought I was in real physical danger and dropped her very important work to attend to her xing1 li3 bu4 ping3 heng2 friend's silly emotional meltdown, I added "Magic Pony!!!"

The Best Friend thought I should just "just go and have fun anyway" (so I could "save face" and still return with a debrief and all the gory details!!!), or claim a work summons and call it off last minute. Or, if as I feared, things had "changed" - hence The Magic Pony materialising out of thin air - I could just excuse myself halfway through drinks, pleading a work summons. The Best Friend even offered to give me a fake Boss Call. Heh.

"No games. What I want is simple. If I'm going to find that I've.... 'intruded', I just want to get out fast and minimise the damage - to ME."


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The evening went OK, actually.

Though, ironically (or perhaps it's just me), things were less tense when The Magic Pony finally showed up. (Ok, fine, it was really just the alcohol building up in our systems.) So much for giving The Best Friend a hard time about having to chaperone her. Though technically, it was the boy who had requested for my services, which resulted in me incurring the wrath of the goddess in the process. Shudder.

Still....

What exactly is he playing at???


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"Harder to change girlfriends. Easier to change flings."


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What's worse - or not? - is that I know how to play this....

And this is all about The Chase.




Eh?!

23 april 2008


???

!!!!

......

Okayyy.




Better late than never

20 april 2008





Especially when it's pretty like this. And I lurrrve the glittery bits (pity they don't show here).

Thank you! :-)




R A W R R R ! ! !

19 april 2008


The hormones are misbehaving again.

So hellooo, break-out central.

And I've been feeling like a furnace inside - the sort you stumble upon in scary dark basements which come to life on their own.

And I can't stop stuffing my face with junk.

And the period is was late.

Rawrrr!!!


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I was growling into the phone. So The Best Friend had to enquire about my day first before she could pour forth her own work-rant-in-waiting.

"Screwed staff this morning lah." - which got The Best Friend started on another kind of screwing. (What can I say? When you haven't gotten any for a really long time, you don't fuss where and when and how you get them.)

"But I don't think any of it was going in." - which set The Best Friend off yet again. Roll eyes.

So anyway, that was the last you-better-get-your-personal-life-together and get-your-zoned-ass-back-to-work chance before I really do resort to sodomy. Growl.


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I got some of that off at the beach though. Notwithstanding the somewhat wet ground, it really was a lovely Saturday morning after the storm in the early hours - cloudy, cooling breeze and no crowds (yay!).

(Note to self: Don't look away. Bad, very bad habit.)


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And then another he-friends-me-he-friends-me-not SMS came in - one of those 'casual' messages. Something in me flared up. And I hit the 'call' button almost immediately. (Probably the endorphins from the beach still racing through my system.)

Not unexpectedly, the text-er wasn't expecting a return call. Afterall, it's been kept to texting for several months since, well, a long story a very long time ago. After several rings, he picked up - wary and almost pissy. WTF, pissy, are we. I'll show you pissy. And I screwed him (not, and never the way he wanted, of course). It didn't help that the question asked wasn't his - it was a certain colourful fire-breathing reptile, who happened to be with him at that moment. (Oh, are we talking about me behind my back now.)

Ok, it wasn't all that bad. I did get around to going back to being Dr Jekyll after the first few minutes and we made some small talk.

I don't suppose however, that he'll be as tempted to text me the next time he's feeling 'bored'. Heh. Heh.




Que sera sera

13 april 2008


"No competition."

By that, I hadn't meant she was unfortunate in the social attractiveness department. Nor that she was 'lesser'. It's just that I - perhaps too idealistically? - like to think it's not about competing for someone's attention. (Though obviously, if she was an Angelina Jolie lookalike, then even I would be checking her out!) Or maybe that's just the slug in me talking. Heh.

But it's hard to put it....

I guess I just knew.

And I also didn't really care - whichever way it went.

Anyway, it looks like it's going to be another fun holiday. Heh. Heh.

Two more weeks. In the meantime, there's stuff to be done....




Once bitten

11 april 2008




"A human silhouette stepped into the beam, but the pale silver light illuminated a wolf; a wolf on its hind legs, as if it had just tried to catch a bird in flight, or was trying to get its nose into a particularly tall wheelie bin. It stayed like that for a moment with a puzzled look on its face, as if trying to figure out what it was doing standing on its back legs. Then it dropped to all fours, swished its tail and walked - swaggered - out of the beam into the shadows....

A small step for a man, a giant step for inhumanity. As soon as his right foot breached the circle, he felt the light more intensely than he'd ever felt anything before. It didn't hurt. On the contrary, it was wonderful. It was the most amazing thing ever, it was so much better than being human, it was -

As he completed the stride and the light fell on him, Duncan suddenly realised exactly what it was that Pete and Kevin and Clive were so afraid of.

Not the pain.

The pleasure."


~ BARKING, TOM HOLT


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Enjoying the book, by the way.




Butterflies

09 april 2008


It's amazing how much work you can do in a few days (and in the process, send your sleepy elves into a flurry) - just so you can avoid doing that now-that-wasn't-so-hard-was-it thing. Wry smile.

Week after next it is then.




The Other Boleyn Girl

07 april 2008


Two reasons why you must W A T C H:

1) Natalie Portman

2) Scarlett Johansson

Excellent casting, by the way.


Ahh


I guess I haven't made it easy.... most times, anyway.

Hmmm.

Oh fuckkit. What's the worst that could happen?


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Isn't it absolutely annoying having doors that refuse to lock (or missing doors) in your dreams?

Or is it just me?




Funky-eared elephants, sulky boys and

big sticks

06 april 2008





What a delightfully funny movie!

And oh yes, there was something about Jo-jo's pale skin, furtive eyes, overbite, upturned nose, hunch, and morose demeanour, which immediately brought to mind someone. Heh. I wonder if he's still the same.... probably is.


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And another something about having the wrong end of the stick.... more like hormones gone haywire.

Backs away very, very slowly. Down girl, down!

Or, wrong end of the stick or otherwise, I'm gonna whack you on the head with it!