July 2004 Archives

Farewells are never easy
As e once said, goodbyes are always hard and it's probably best to take it as a see you later

Drinks at the usual hangout
Served best with animated conversations, harmless jibs and endless laughter
In our drunken stupor, stumbling into Chinatown for a little sing-along
It's been a long time since we've last stayed out this late,
A long time since we last laughed so long and so hard.

We'll do it once more, I'm sure
perhaps in a different country
perhaps not in our winter jackets nor unbearable cold

3 years ago, it was my farewell
This time, yours
With teary eyes, we bade you farewell
Filled with much sadness and loss
"There's no turning back now"

Have a safe journey
It's only just the beginning
But it's the beginning of a path that might bring much happiness, love and laughter

... does the sun shine at her brightest on the last day of visits?
... are last meals always the best?
... are farewells always filled with goodbyes that linger?
... are intuitions so hard to follow?
... has the inner voice been driven to a mere whisper?
... is it human to only want what you can't have?

Why, oh why?

MIFF

* 15
* Battle Royale II
* Men Suddenly in Black
* Ong Bak

See you there if they're what you'll be watching !

It was a busy, but definitely enjoyable few days.
My family came and went - 5 days in Sydney and 5 days in Melbourne.
The weather was slightly too cold and wet for their liking, although I'm certain my little nephew was more then thrilled with the cool weather.
Lots of shopping, lots of eating - none of us will be in a hurry to have bread, jams or eggs for awhile *gag*

One other goodbye to e. as she heads up north to begin a new chapter of her life..
She'll be sorely missed for sure!

It's back to work and I'm definitely not looking forward to it.

The games that you play
Hide and Seek and more
Such mysterious games

I played along for a bit
But now I'm not quite sure
If I want to follow or to let you be

The cards have been laid down
I've made my moves as clear as crystal
I've been warned, I've been told
I'm just playing... playing the waiting game.

Off it goes
Packet by packet
Disappearing, disassembling
Into the WWW

Fingers crossed, legs crossed, eyes crossed,
Coated with lots of cyber kisses - for good luck, you see

My eyes are tired
My hands are dry

My day starts earlier
My night ends earlier

My vision is fuzzier
People look better
That is until I put my glasses on
and that's when I go
"whao... wtf!"

It's all in my old age, can't you tell ?

On a side note,
Someone actually commented that I looked 'intriguing" and "intellectual"
And the reason behind this?
I had my glasses on..

I'm sorry, but such compliment gets no one anywhere, especially when it was said in a bar.
Talk about beer goggles!

*sigh!*

Melbourne weather can be unpredictable.
Winters are wet, windy and cold.

All in all, providing a good excuse to snug up and rug up with someone.
But it'll only work if you have such a person to begin with.

None to speak of?
Curses! I say

My rowing lessons are just about to come to an end.
This coming sunday will mark the 4th and last lesson.
I have to admit that I'm still undecided if I like it enough to pursue it or
if I'm happy to let it go and perhaps pick it up again once the weather turns warmer.

I did mentioned to J. that I would like to join S and herself on a day of kayaking.
Since that's pretty much an individual thing, I won't have to worry the technicalities like rowing has.
It is hard when all 4 members are of different heights.
Ok, so the odd one out is usually me. Blame it on genetics but it's 25 years too late to do anything about it.

Sitting in the dark
Back against the pillow
Staring out toward the city skyline

The wind blows, bringing chills to my bones
Raising goosebumps and sending shudders down my back
Sounds of car tyres running over tram tracks,
and honks from impatient drivers

My world grows silent
The mind wanders for miles
My toes wiggle to keep warm
My eyelids droop to shield the delicate irises from glare and smoke

Is this comfort I feel on this cold wintry night?
Or is it exhaustion playing her usual tricks.

This morning, my mood's placid.
No anger, no angst.
No reaction even with a whiney-bitch-of-a-student over the phone
I reasoned in a calm voice.
No sacarsm, no cynicism.

There are bigger things on my mind.
With the easiest way out, simply to pack up and head north.

There aren't any A4 writing paper in the house...
This shits me because there are nights and moments like NOW where I want to sit on my bed and doodle
To write out random lists, organise things I want to do and things that need to be done.
All these cant be scribbled onto some wussy notepad sized paper..
It needs to be at least an A4 sized sheet, dammit!

Experimentation for a dinner for 3:

Couscous with raisins, string beans, asparagus and carrots;

Pizza with garlic and olive oil base topped with pumpkin, mushroom, pinenuts, buffalo mozerella and rocquette leaves;

Grilled chicken ribs marinated in homemade basil and lemongrass pesto

Cos brought a bottle of beautiful red wine, and E brought a delicious homemade pudding.

The highlight of the evening?
Spending it with people you actually care about.