Mismatched SOcks

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

I recall more than 10 years ago

"Gosh, what is wrong with the two of you?! I feel like I'm teaching love as a second language to both of you!"

and hence the advent of the mutual friend. The bridge, the one thing we had in common. If anything goes wrong, the commentator and comfort... not to mention a whole lot of inside info.

Naive and awkward... But I guess we all had to start somewhere.

Looking back, it seemed so simple then, yet absolutely nerve wrecking like it's the end of the world if it messed up.

There's nowhere else to hide.

Yet its strange how asking a girl out proper still induces this immense sense of anxiety, no matter how many times you've tried (and failed).

...in response to the marine cephalopod

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Artisans: Of Dating and Fate

It starts off over tea, the fragrant scent of peppermint creeps past the sweaty smell of a long day's work. It seemed like it took forever and the imaginary spot light on the two of them just seemed to get warmer.

"So you're not a devout Christian, are you?"

The question greeted with an uncomfortable silence befitting the awkwardness of the moment

"Guess not. That's going to be a problem"

Conversation from then on felt labored and more often bordered on the superficial

"So have you been to the Sagrada Familia, then?"

Each question greeted with a monosyllable

"No"

As the clock ticks, he chirps in breaking the monotonous sequence of questions and answers

"I was just there for the work"

The sound of her interest smashes against her quixotic floor. Disintegrating into a multitude of broken images and idealistic fantasies.

Perhaps it's another line drawn across another name in the little black book. Perhaps he wasn't as fond of her as she was of him.

Even if he was, that sure is a strange way of displaying affection.

"I suppose we're just all that little different"

"I suppose so"

She looks down, blinks and as she raises her head, its back to the real world... Still alone, a book in hand and a froth smeared cup of coffee... As she begins to sigh, a tap on a shoulder, a familiar smile and a peck on the cheek.

"Hey sweetie, sorry I'm late... I just had to pick this up"

As he placed in her hand a first edition of the Velveteen Rabbit, the same copy he noticed her looking through the bookstore glass with a longing sigh

Randomly pieced together from different conversations and observations

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Tuesday, July 07, 2009

If needs must

Listening to:
Thinking of:

DOn't know how i screwed up so badly... Guess I'll have to hang on once more try dying another day.

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Sunday, July 05, 2009

j'adore

Listening to:
Thinking of:

Feelings you never knew
Pulling you under now
Your fighting the undertow
Before it sucks you down

Pushing the senses
It's pushing the senses now

Come on come on
What are you going to do
You can't find another day
Come on come on
You're pushing the senses
You're pushing the senses through

Always, I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Let's talk about it

Staring at photographs
Posted on the wall
Images smiling down
The face of a lonely soul

Come on come on
What are you going to do
You can't find another day
Come on come on
You're pushing the senses
You're pushing the senses through

Always
'cause I can depend on you
But sometimes
I'm finding it hard to choose
Let's talk about it

Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Let's talk about it
Let's talk about it

Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
Sometimes

Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Let's talk about it

Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Keep pushing the senses through
Let's talk about us

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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Out of Service

The pectan has had me for a bit... but am still kicking about. Will be back in a bit

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

There's life outside of the apartment!

Am going barmy over Avenue Q...

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

I woke up this morning wanting to pop out for brunch with no idea on who to call... On the other hand, had a long conversation and one of the few things that struck me was when the item turned to

if you don't knock heads, you'll get nowhere
all this being politically correct actions leaves everybody with a warm fuzzy feeling of conversation without getting anything done.

anyway... not much of a story teller lately and my words seem to have deserted. Perhaps I'll just try to pick this theme up some other time.

Ta!

On the other hand, I feel like a drive... out to Bekenu beach, though I fear motorcycles around the bends... I remember having so much fun out on B- roads in the UK at night racing through, probably looking like a blur of grey and blue. Somehow people used to turn their lights on and you'd see them a mile away to slow down.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

won't we all

ad astra per aspera

as per this and this

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Drawing along the black dotted lines.. Drifting between space and time

Be open to serendipity, but not to the point of distraction

In the age when it seems that nothing seems to go anyone's way... It's easy to dismiss opportunity when it's wide open in front of you.

Dear friend, why are you afraid to step forward... live a little, give it a go. Risk is always present and sadly no amount of calculation will ever make it less of a challenge.

I have a little post it stuck on my cubicle

"The difference between my acquaintances is that while they talked about it, I went ahead to do it"

That remains the challenge.

On the other hand, no point pining for the winning lotto numbers.

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