Week #13

The countdown to two weeks is ridden with a slight conflict and a little tug at the strings of my heart that I try to pretend are not there.

I wish people would stop trying to make friends with me. I hate the pretense that goes into small talk, or the exhaustive search for a common topic in hopes of sparking a conversation and I cannot hide the annoyed expression that I wear when someone says something stupid and ignorant. Which is pretty fucken often. I wish people would realise what idiots they truly are and make an effort to educate themselves before saying something stupid and betray themselves completely.

I am a little saddened that I won't be here for Nutcracker with Framily. Or go ice-skating with Sarika and hold her hand so she doesn't fall and open herself to the risk of having her fingers sliced off while she attempts to pick herself up from the ice. Or sit around a tree and exchange techniques on how to be on top.

Most of all, I am impatient. I am impatient for the term to end so I can give my heart away this Christmas and have it returned in a pretty pink box adorned with jewels and ribbon.

Filler post

I let Air Canada trample all over me and now I will be in NY till the weekend! I can't say I am upset because it's nice to be able to get away. So maybe it will require a little of hassle and extra hours of work (sans textbook) but it's all worth it! Days go by so quickly now. It's nice to not have any appointments and to be alone in a different city. I'm not bored yet; I doubt if I will have time to be.

Last Friday Pango got courtside (courtside yo!) tickets to the Nets against Magic game.



It was fucken surreal to see the players so up close and personal. We could hear the calls, the grunts of frustrations, the expressions of elation and more.

Pictures are courtesy of the Pango's iPhone which I have made mine for the duration that I am here.

Seasonal Affective Disorder

Life is falling into place. It is as if everything and everyone arrived at a collective epiphany - kinda like simultaneous orgasms, you know? Which if I may insert, are the best kinds though I am unsure if that transfers into this situation- and dutifully took their place, bearing in mind to do so discreetly so as not to frighten or shock me but to allow me to come to my own realisation at my own time. They make their presence known in little ways: an otherwise negligible comment here and a seemingly routine email there.

But their presence is undeniable and the silence they proffered displayed their resolve to stay. I suppose I have my part to play in all of this: one or two decisions here and there, a little planning for now and beyond. But for it all to bloom into tangible evidence so quickly is still a bit overwhelming. I underestimated the power of action.

A part of me is a little unnerved by this neat and almost sterile big picture. I rather miss chaos, irregularity, not knowing what I will wake up to tomorrow (or where I will wake up for that matter). I thrive on that drama shit, you know? And yet I am unable to concentrate in a room that is disorganized. I make to do lists and tick them off but I like leaving mugs sitting on my table.

2 Andi 2 days 2 Andi

It's been a long day. To take my mind off things and to enable sleep, I cleaned the iron. I scrapped and waxed and wiped. And my inner domestic self swelled with pride.

On nights such as these, the pervasive scent of stale cigarettes is most comforting.

The paper

It saddens me to know that on the rare sunny day in god forsaken Vancouver, I spent the entire time indoors correcting bullshit handed to me by trailer park trash. And in 2.5 hours, I will have to see said trailer park trash and fight to maintain some sort of decorum whilst attempt to diplomatically convey to her her level of stupidity and ignorance.

Once I'm done that, I will have to sit at my desk for the next 6 hours or so and brainstorm a marketing proposal. And start on another 20 page paper detailing said marketing proposal.

And to relax, I get to do data entry! Whoop!

On a happier note, I don't have to go into the office on Monday which means I get to sleep in; having said that however, no work also means no pay. This debt is gonna take a while.

But but but it's Reka's birthday today(!) so we're all going out and Sarika and Atena and Tara and Ana and Reka and Natasa ALWAYS makes me happy! :))) Then it's off to Jerm's tomorrow afternoon for some family fun times!

I'll make up for it with sleep time.

Emotions Run High

I was recounting my coffee story to a particular friend yesterday evening when he interrupted my ranting with that statement "emotions run high". But it feels fffucken good to pass on the emotional baton; having confronted my inner demons [admittance (not to be confused with confession) is underrated, and so is closure], I realise I can honestly say now, "I don't care".

In retrospect, I am quite proud of the way I handled the situation. That is not to say I didn't waver nor did I doubt myself, because I did, but it all turned out peachy. The timing could not have been more right. The reaction, fucken priceless. Classic.

That aside, it's Thursday now which means in exactly a week, I will be on a plane to my boo! I haven't been to NY in a while so I'm more than just a little excited. Vegas was good but NY will always be special just because it has nurtured so many memories, all good. Ho will arrive on Saturday night so we get to play tour guide for a couple of days.

Every thing's falling into place, just the way they were meant to be, and I made it on time this time (sticky fingers and all)!

Fresh new shit

Every now and then, I like to discard my junk and start off on a clean slate. It's a sad thing but that always entails throwing out some good ones with the bad. Though to be fair, there were more bad posts than there were good ones. Safe for the one on my granny; I really liked that one. And the moth post was laugh-out-loud material, my finest moment yet.

Anyhow, shit has to be flushed down the toilet eventually.

But lo and behold, fresh water!

p/s: Did you know that the water in your toilet comes from the same source as the tap water you drink?