Tuesday, August 24, 2010

 
Star Crossed

The Dope, or rather Dopey and I are like two star crossed lovers.

As old time readers of this blog might recall, Dopey dominated the theme of my grey arrangement love life in 2006.

We always seem to miss catching up with each other.

Our grey arrangement in Sydney was ad hoc, like we never make enough time for each other. Him rather, not me.

So when he finally have enough time and sexual finnesse to want me, last year to be precise, I was in a different place emotionally and mentally.

He is a dear friend nonetheless.

We always looked out for each other in our careers and then some more. Therein lies our endearing bond, not to mention the vibe of romantic undercurrent we experienced from each other dating back to our early uni days.

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Some of you may recall our last meeting this time last year.

A year has since past. Yet again. Now how did that happen?

August is the month of his birthday and like many other preceding years, I always take the initiative to send him a well wishing text like any dutiful friend. That was a couple of weeks ago.

How are you? was his reply.

I told him not too good.

I was afraid you would say that, was his reply.


(I always had a niggling suspicion that the Dope had chanced upon my blog, hinted by his supposed knowledge of my getaway trips. A few times years ago, I spotted on my web tracker a blog reader in the American I-bank he worked in the day I bummed into
him after god knows how long we haven't met. Subsequently, I spotted the same reader checking in on my blog for the next few days... Dope is the stealthy sort of guy, always knowing things on the quiet, never revealing too much about what he knew or remembered. We were in a relationship where we just never talked about too many things about us that appeared too confronting for our own comforts. We operated on the premise of mutual understanding and the silence shared in joint moments was somewhat comforting at times...)

He asked for us to catch up when I was next in Sydney.

I told him I have been too broke to travel but he can let me know when he was next back in Sad Town to visit his folks.

So I happen to be travelling to Queensland yet again for work this week and will be flying into Sydney on the weekend.

I texted before to see if we could have a catch up while I am in town.

Must it be this week? I just made arrangements to be back in Sad Town this weekend! came the reply.

Yup. It's for work.

We are just 2 star crossed lovers destined not to meet!:p I mean how often do u even come back to Sad Town?! I continued.

Haaahahha, I knew you were going to say that! Dope came back at me, knowing full well how expressively melodramatic I could be in my old days.

How serendipitiously telepathic!;D

It's true we are 2 star crossed lovers. Our timings were never right or in syn, we needed time to adjust and get used to each other!

The only time the stars did aligned for us was the day we bummed into each other on the bus just we were alighting in Sad Town from Sydney. He sat 2 seats directly before me and was meant to miss the bus but the driver did stopped for him and admitted him(not without giving Dope some words first of course) as he flagged it down wildly as our bus was leaving the terminal. I totally missed him (he re-enacted the story to me of course). But for only 3 hours.

Thereon, it started a grey arrangement that I never dreamt of. How was I to learn that the Dope (yes, my major uni crush from 6 years ago- cool, hearthrob,stealthy, musically talented Dope from studying law and commerce and who came from Boys' Grammar) actually remember the first day he met P?

Ah well, there's always another time to meet. We have taken enough rainchecks and have since lost count. But it's all cool- we'll eventually catch up :)

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

 
Oh Ted

Ted is a person I haven't heard about in ages.

To be precise, Ted was a two-nites stand during my social round in Manila.

That was three and a half years ago.

So I found him added to my facebook late last week.

Then a short message in my inbox two days ago:

"Hi P, how are you? TC"

Took me awhile to figure what "TC" stood for since that wasn't his initials. Maybe someone wrote to me using his account? Then I realised he meant "take care", in his usual rap-I-am-so-cool style. Ted, in my memory has always been a comic character, his impulsive demeanour had amused me.

Random. That was totally random, just like our brief encounter.

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