Monday, August 21, 2006
Time to catch up Karma...
People are fond of exiting and entering P's life in a whim. She also appears to have this ability of thinking of a person and if she thinks hard enough, they re-appear in her life and often, quite spookily, before her...
By afternoon, she had three people who had gone missing in action in her life for too long and who made contact with her.
There was MM, a close friend of hers, a shoe designer from her Parisian days ringing her up randomly from The Philippines. But then again, all her close friends from fashion schools would do so, often ringing her up quite suddenly at an ungodly hour, oblivious to the major time differences. Today MM rang her and amidst the bad line, P asked how she was and why did she call. Her reply was that she woke up and decided she wanted to see how everyone was going and so she picked up the phone and dialled P's number. Then the line got cut off and MM didn't call back. P looked through her phone and found her number missing.
Then there was her prodigial best friend here who had gone missing in action since last November. She has been a lady of leisure for close to a year now due to her refusal to work and her need to escape from adult responsibilites and is still gallivanting in Hong Kong. Damm, P's DKNY dress is still with her, she thought. She decided to write her an email to see when she's coming back. Funnily, she wrote back to say that she had just thought of P and had sent her a message on friendster. She said she's coming back soon. And P mentioned she might be leaving for good at some stage... She then replied," remember what u use to say.... wherever u are.... i am always there. looks like this time is not the case. when i come back u leaving me again =(" So many things have passed in P's life since then, she thought. Any news would be old news, really...
She turned to checking her junk email and was pleasantly surprised to get a message from someone that she had been mildly aware of missing from her life. She remembered his birthday in June but for some reason, for the first time in 3 years, she did not write him a birthday note. He, who had changed her life emotionally and intellectually... He used to be a big part of her life and that was then. Still, the melodies of Buena Vista social club, Havana club rums and Monete Cristo cigars forever lingers on in her memories of her brush with Cuba and J. Her Cuban man wrote to want to hear from him and apologised for the computer problems that he was experiencing on their end... as always signed off with much love... now, that, she thought was quite a pleasant surprise...
Like people say, things always come in threes. Bad and good things.
She is glad that things started on a positive note today.
*********
Well, quite a load of crap she's just written she reckoned.
She thinks she better get going to end the night positively.
Dope has kept her waiting tonight and has just treaded on her toes yet again on email. Not because it is a wasted night waiting to catch him (and him having to go pick his Designated Love up) but because of his stupidity of asking her the wrong questions.
So she better get going before he gets a chance at aggravating her further with his ability to not get it.
People are fond of exiting and entering P's life in a whim. She also appears to have this ability of thinking of a person and if she thinks hard enough, they re-appear in her life and often, quite spookily, before her...
By afternoon, she had three people who had gone missing in action in her life for too long and who made contact with her.
There was MM, a close friend of hers, a shoe designer from her Parisian days ringing her up randomly from The Philippines. But then again, all her close friends from fashion schools would do so, often ringing her up quite suddenly at an ungodly hour, oblivious to the major time differences. Today MM rang her and amidst the bad line, P asked how she was and why did she call. Her reply was that she woke up and decided she wanted to see how everyone was going and so she picked up the phone and dialled P's number. Then the line got cut off and MM didn't call back. P looked through her phone and found her number missing.
Then there was her prodigial best friend here who had gone missing in action since last November. She has been a lady of leisure for close to a year now due to her refusal to work and her need to escape from adult responsibilites and is still gallivanting in Hong Kong. Damm, P's DKNY dress is still with her, she thought. She decided to write her an email to see when she's coming back. Funnily, she wrote back to say that she had just thought of P and had sent her a message on friendster. She said she's coming back soon. And P mentioned she might be leaving for good at some stage... She then replied," remember what u use to say.... wherever u are.... i am always there. looks like this time is not the case. when i come back u leaving me again =(" So many things have passed in P's life since then, she thought. Any news would be old news, really...
She turned to checking her junk email and was pleasantly surprised to get a message from someone that she had been mildly aware of missing from her life. She remembered his birthday in June but for some reason, for the first time in 3 years, she did not write him a birthday note. He, who had changed her life emotionally and intellectually... He used to be a big part of her life and that was then. Still, the melodies of Buena Vista social club, Havana club rums and Monete Cristo cigars forever lingers on in her memories of her brush with Cuba and J. Her Cuban man wrote to want to hear from him and apologised for the computer problems that he was experiencing on their end... as always signed off with much love... now, that, she thought was quite a pleasant surprise...
Like people say, things always come in threes. Bad and good things.
She is glad that things started on a positive note today.
*********
Well, quite a load of crap she's just written she reckoned.
She thinks she better get going to end the night positively.
Dope has kept her waiting tonight and has just treaded on her toes yet again on email. Not because it is a wasted night waiting to catch him (and him having to go pick his Designated Love up) but because of his stupidity of asking her the wrong questions.
So she better get going before he gets a chance at aggravating her further with his ability to not get it.
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Yeah, it does seem so doesn't it?
I have a very emotional take on this one but maybe if I sum up enough will to blog it, you'll find out...
the things that matter deeply are often the ones that are hardest to pen down because one would want to do justice to capture those thought processes and feelings through the proper arrangement of one's words and sentence structures...
All my stories and travelling experiences did not happen in isolation from one another. Perhaps if I start telling, we'll start from Cuba or maybe London. Paris was a means/ excuse to London planned for too long but then it evolved into another personal journey and then post Paris, I landed myself in Sydney...
plus there's always the plebian issue of making money in Paris... it's little wonder why one sees that many buskers and beggars on the street and in the metro...the illegal migrants of Eastern Europe, the Arabian world and China and struggling designers alike with their broken Parisian dreams...
I have a very emotional take on this one but maybe if I sum up enough will to blog it, you'll find out...
the things that matter deeply are often the ones that are hardest to pen down because one would want to do justice to capture those thought processes and feelings through the proper arrangement of one's words and sentence structures...
All my stories and travelling experiences did not happen in isolation from one another. Perhaps if I start telling, we'll start from Cuba or maybe London. Paris was a means/ excuse to London planned for too long but then it evolved into another personal journey and then post Paris, I landed myself in Sydney...
plus there's always the plebian issue of making money in Paris... it's little wonder why one sees that many buskers and beggars on the street and in the metro...the illegal migrants of Eastern Europe, the Arabian world and China and struggling designers alike with their broken Parisian dreams...
its not a political speech you're writing but a personal journal, so forget about structures as long as the essence of the story is captured. the longer you wait the less you feel.
but they all happen quite a while ago, a recent past and to do justice to capturing the essence, a part of that semi-charmed life,words need to be carefully crafted...
quite on the contrary, the longer I wait, the more I feel and can gain a handle of why things happen a certain way in hindsight...
but then again, why cull out old skeletons that have quite neatly been tucked away?
It's good to sometimes reminisce only snippets of tragically comic or bitter/sweet memories if one is suddenly inspired by nostalgia...
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quite on the contrary, the longer I wait, the more I feel and can gain a handle of why things happen a certain way in hindsight...
but then again, why cull out old skeletons that have quite neatly been tucked away?
It's good to sometimes reminisce only snippets of tragically comic or bitter/sweet memories if one is suddenly inspired by nostalgia...
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