Surrealism - The Past and not the Present
Foreword: I've just blog surfed back, reading a blog entry apparently to talk about the 'ex'. And of course I read on and picked out some points here and there... so here's another instalment of the usual surrealism story.=======================================================
I wonder if she had eaten her dinner for tonight...
I was walking home after another long day at work. Somehow this research work is getting its toll on me. It rained the whole day.. there is this little stream of rainwater that formed, flowing steadily from my office entrance to the cross junction. I stood there and watch as it seems to go on forever.
How come we were never together forever...
My phone ringed... 'yeah Mr Tang, you forgot something office?''bzzbzzbzz''oh yeah.. that's right, I'm not going anywhere tonight. Drink later? sure sure...' It's Mr Tang again. Somehow he managed to get himself off tonight to share a drink with me. I understood how he felt. When we were together she will always call me around this time. Where am I? What am I doing tonight? Where to go later? Night my place or hers? It is always last minute, but nonetheless enjoyable. I prefer to plan things far ahead, but she's always the last minute girl. Differences...
Not anymore...
I got into the Reds. I prefer to order before getting my seat. Funny thing about this place is the smokers are all sitting indoors while the clean lungs always get their reprieve outdoors. I'm sort of a regular on thursday night so this particular seat is always reserved for me. Mr Tang arrived shortly, ordering a red wine and sat down opposite me. Red Wine and no food? I've asked this question all the time to myself. But couldn't be bothered to find out the real reason.
She used to drink my beer all the time...
'When are you going to find another girl to sip your beer?' It was a weird and straightforward question. Once again, this is always the same way he start our meetings. If it is lunch, the drink would be coffee. No.... she don't drink coffee. In fact she loathe coffee. While I work I must have coffee. She don't... when she sleeps, I'm mostly working. She always get enough sleep, so never really needed the caffeine. She would ask for a lemon tea all the time. For fun she might order a green tea...
I emptied my beer and ordered another...
'I love to stay in the past and wallow in self pity' I shot back to him. He gave me one of those 'oh please...' look. 'I'm lucky tonight to find some time to come out with you so get over these nonsense...' heh... somehow he made it sound like I asked him out, not the other way. That's similar to the past... she is almost always the one who ask me out. I'm really busy with work at times. I spend almost all my free time with her. I suppose being a rich man's daughter does have it's privileges.. No need to think about money, just study and study and study...
Another difference...
'My girlfriend just went overseas for work attachment for two weeks. You have me buddy!' He said with a wide grin. Oh.... how comforting that is! Yea... right... Well, I appreciate my dear pal of course. But with our dialogue, I don't think I can survive two weeks with him. Similarly... when she was with me, we always have only the same few topics to talk about. She will go on and on with how boring her studies can be... her lecturers are idiots.. her sister being a bitch.. mom pissing her off.. but everytime I gripe about work, she say I complain too much...
Different privileges...
'When she gets back, we are flying off to europe for a holiday! oooh... that sure is going to burn a hole in my pocket' heh... I can see his excitedness change into grimaces... 'Then the two of us go together.. it's going to be cheaper!' I swiped at him. 'yeah.. yeah.. yeah..... I wonder what we gonna do man...' I remember going off to france with her. Eiffel tower, grape vineyards, down the shopping district. It was great, it was beautiful... I remember the snow in switzerland.. I remember the beaches in phuket... the sunset in australia...
Memories that never die...
End of part...
posted by luxy @ 2:19 PM
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