No Metaphors?
I’ve been thinking for the past few weeks about some things that are happening in this universe of mine. Firstly I bumped into Nameless and Barbie the second time last last week, they went to Aneka Rasa at Kiulap with their colleagues. Today I saw Barbie and her bestfriend crossing the zebra crossing in Gadong, I was indulging in a late lunch, by that I had a double cheese burger a.k.a I went to McD’s. Always alluring, they managed to ’stop’ two dudes in a car when they were passing by. *chuckle* I did stare and she did noticed but I had to force myself to look elsewhere.
Then last week though, I had a very bonafide dream about Nameless again, and I think this is the third one. It was an L-shaped glass corridor where you can see people coming up behind you in the glass itself. So there I was with a friend talking about something merrily, I looked up and registered it was her clique that was going to our way. I went hay-wire knowing she’d pass by any minute and when she did she stuck around a bit, like she always does and while looking directly into my eyes directed a question to me. The question was simple and left an opportunity for me to let out a proposal somehow. Hoever I think due to th elack of oxygen in my brain cells I suppose, in which my practical reply was a four syllable utterance that successfully managed to make myself look like a tongue-tied fool in front of her. My subconscious is killing me by presenting the most probable scene that is likely to happen when I am in the same space as hers. Granted she’d even consider conversing with me! Aaaaarghh!!!!!
Anyway, last night an old friend popped up via the phone. Heck it was past 10pm when he text then ring me up. Since I wasn’t asleep I decided to pick up and talk, which was I think a ‘polite’ thing to do. But hey, its past my bed time. Hell we converse for about an hour before the line went dead, apparently my phone went flat on me. We talked about some things but mainly things about me, apparently that’s a must for him. A lot has happened to him and with him, but now he’s single again and still working with one of our local banks. He was analysing me too much that I felt irritated and annoyed and fought the impulse to hang up. Heck I was surprised he called out of the blue then poked into things that I don’t really want to talk about and insisted that I have an ulterior motive to anything and everything that I say and do now. He even said ‘my nanaz’ more than a few times. What’s that suppose to mean? It made me want to find for similar characteristics in the people that were into me, now that he’s back and all. Don’t take it the wrong way, I care about him as a friend I certainly wish the best for him these few years that we didn’t meet. But I have a distinct issue about pushy people. He’s a good friend to have, people who don’t know him would certainly dismiss him as a snobbish-snob-whatever kinda person, but he is good at heart.
However, he is still stuck in the past. In the duration of our talk he repeatedly paired up my name with the determiner ‘my’ and the verb ‘change’ A LOT. We still have yet to meet up, maybe for dinner or afternoon ‘tea’. I owe my roommate an appearance or two, GOd I miss her so much. And it frustrates me because though I really really miss her and am very glad to meet her, I just get uptight and tongue-tied everytime we’re together. *banging head on table*
My ‘in-law’ has already received a letter about her TA in the school of her choice, but I havent. I also haven’t checked in with the other girls who volunteered with this programme. I went up to Dr Leong’s office a couple of times but he always eludes me. I don’t want to miss out on this opportunity to be at a school and experience something so I can prepare for my TP next year. *sigh*
Sushi. The Happening. Shoes. Socks. Tudung. Hair colour.
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