I’ve
finally laid to the rest the ghosts of yesteryear.
I’ve
been offered this job at school, which involves meeting lots of vips and vvips.
and because of that, we’re required to be dressed immaculately.
long-sleeved solid-coloured
shirts, with a coat. essentially business suits.
and where, thus, do the ghosts come in?
needed expert female opinion – female cos they’re best at shopping – so I asked a few friends to
help out. first try rebuffed – not free. second one rebuffed – not free too. I didn’t really want to
ask her, cos
I wasn’t sure if I had indeed banished those ghosts.
but down to a matter of no choice, so I sent the sms anyway. and before I had time
to regret, I saw the message sent screen.
too late to retract.
then I settled down to sleep, and she called. she was free, so we set meeting time. orchard.
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edit: that was a corny page break eh? what
the hell, 6 asterisks? haha…
and so we met, and shopped for clothes. the
usual cosy banter, her usual lilting laughter,
sparkling eyes. to me, it was a nice meet up,
especially since we hadn’t went out and really talked for so long. and surprise surprise, the pain
was no longer permanently there. sure, little sharp
pangs once in a while, whenever I faced certain reminders of past times, but I believe
I’ve grown to accept status quo.
in fact, I enjoyed the easy way in which we could communicate.
with mutual trust: my trust that she wouldn’t lead me
on, her trust that I hadn’t any ulterior motives. hmm.
maybe I even grew to treat her like a little sister;
it was easy with her childlike behaviour.
in a way, I’m very glad that I didn’t manage to win her heart.
after clearing things up, I’m proud of the fact that
we’re still able to just go out and enjoy ourselves, in a way that couples can’t
after they break up, no matter how amicable their partings were. this way, at least I’ve kept a friend. even
gained one, if I dare say.
I’m
not going crazy, but she’s a nice little sister to have. haha.
and I’m not writing more about it anymore. some
things are best kept to memory.
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on another hand, (I’ve got so many hands that I keep saying
on another hand haha…)
haven’t updated for so long because I was away
enjoying at genting. it was
great, staying totally out of contact for 3 days. starting
to understand why yh doesn’t want a cellphone. I resolved to throw back all the troubles and
work that I had for those three days, totally enjoy myself, and just face the
bloody backlog when I’m back, refreshed.
I’ve
managed to achieve all that, except for the refreshed part. I’m more tired. heh. but
mentally more able to face all the work that is to come. at
least I know this holiday has been worthwhile. it was
a great trip. things you usually can’t do when you’re
touring with the family, you can do with your friends. I’m not talking about
prostitutes you bloody pervert, if that’s what you’re thinking. I mean scream to
high heavens (I know it’s stink to high heavens, but I like it this way too) at totally
un-scary rides. and realising
that teacup is the scariest ever ride
you’ve taken (because you spin so fast that everything’s a blur – that includes
the mess that’s threatening to move back up your oesophagus),
taking the drop twice, trying to
sabotage each other… and of course, casino baby!
of course, as all band people go, there were lots of stoning
session, but heck, the trip cost an exorbitant $45 bucks, so who am I to
complain? it’s less than S$1 per hour of enjoyment!
guess we’d upgrade the next time we go overseas. hongkong or
yup. so that’s basically it for now. work to come, every day except tuesday
for the next two weeks, then it’s off to KL for another short trip, this time
to watch
that was a damn cheery entry! =p
dejectium out
0055 hrs gmt +8