May 12, 2010

one of those conversations...

wen: I may come back in Oct.
me: You said you would be back July 29. I told the world. Back for good.
wen: It's ok. The world is not too big. You can tell the world again.
me: Ya, of cos. Keep my adrenalin rush there.

me: When you are not guarded, you are erratic.
wen: Which one do you think is better? So that I will choose to be that.
me: Erratic.
wen: Me too!
me: Erratic is fun and responsive. Guarded is just... well, guarded.

You hear it here. That woman may not be back for good, in July. God help her.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 01:22

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May 10, 2010

one of those conversations...

em: Everyone has a holy spirit. It's inside them.
me: Is it?
em: Ya, it's what makes you believe (in God and Jesus).
me: Ya, so I guess I don't have one since I don't believe (in Jesus).
em: Maybe... well, would you like to get one?
me: How much?
em: Cheap, cheap!

me: I have totally no idea what the reading (word of the lord) was about.
em: Ya, me too. The gospel will be simpler.

me: So, what's Iron Man, really?
em: It's what I do every Saturday... just before gym.

me: You know, every woman likes to be treated like a little girl. To be protected and pampered. There is a little girl in every woman.
em: Ya?
me: Some women like to be treated like a princess.
em: Ya, I know. But this woman (i.e. me) doesn't like to be treated like a princess. She wants to be treated like a queen.
me: ... You are right.

em: You know... you said when we live together, I can't stock up on things and leave them around.
me: Ya.
em: Then, you can't leave your things around too. Like, the chair has its own function. It's not a storage. And your bag. I will buy a bag shelve or hook for you to keep your bag.
me: haha...
em: Everything has its own place.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 01:06

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May 04, 2010

catch me, caught me

Chocolate and Coke first thing in the morning. Or sleep early to reduce the waking hours. Or blading and falling down. She does these when this mood hits her.

I like the sleeping bit. But, I need the crying bit.

Senseless crying does not require sense. That shouldn't be new. Sometimes, we just need to cry. Even if it was over nothing.

I disclaimed it as delayed PMS. Maybe it is.

Blog. Write. That's right. That's what I do when this mood hits me. I didn't forget. All this documentation of the moments, and the moods.

Sobby songs are not coming over the airwaves. We are not stirring tea in the kopitiam too. We are miles and miles apart.

The knowledge would indeed be very comforting. Somehow, there is a void without that.

To end off today with senseless wet cheeks. Bring me to a deep abyss of unconsciousness.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 23:58

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