Wednesday, June 22, 2005

For the broken hearted

This is for everyone who is suffering from a broken heart, a broken dream, a bad day or a bad year.
With love from me.

(sing it to the tune of Petunia Clark's classic song DOWNTOWN)

When you're alone
And life is making you lonely
You can always scream
Ice cream

When you've got worries,
plus the noise and the hurry
gets you down, just dream, ice cream

Just skip to the McDonalds that are spread across the city
Or get a Ben and Jerry’s where the Tesco signs are pretty
How can you lose?

Your life can be better there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
and have

Ice cream, things’ll be great with your
Ice cream, no finer taste for sure
Ice cream, everything’s waiting for you.
Ice cream ice cream

Stop hanging around
Just let your choices surround you
At the dessert zone
Ice cream

Maybe you know
A taste that never grows old
A classic in its own
Ice cream

Try a chocolate flavour or a heady French vanilla
You’ll be dancing with your spoon before the night is over
Happy again

Your life can be better there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
and have

Ice cream, come on just take a bite
Ice cream, simply for you tonight
Ice cream, you’re gonna be alright now
Ice cream

And at the aisle you may bump into someone who is like you
Someone who is down and simply needs a gentle hand to
guide her along
So, maybe I'll see you there
We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares and have

Ice cream, things'll be great with your
Ice cream, don’t wait a minute more
Ice cream, everything's waiting for you
Ice cream (ice cream) ice cream (ice cream)

(repeat and fade out)

My absence

I have not been writing these two weeks. I am down with a very bad flu.

It also naturally had to be the time I had to go on a company trip to Kuching with 40 other people. I hadn’t really expected a fantastic holiday to be honest. I was not fit to travel. But I silently trudged on, burning fever not withstanding.

Kuching, well, it is a sleepy town. But the fact that there are two municipal councils controlled by the minority groups came as a surprise. Division according to racial lines and worse, preferential treatment for a minority race and religion was a bit much to stomach. Well I am not a resident I do not have locus standi to question. The glaring inequity sits uncomfortably with me still.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Flotsam and jetsam

It has taken

10 solid months
9 new wardrobe additions
8 purchased books
7 months of broadband
the soothing of 6 office mates
a 6 month gym membership
5 PC games
4 new pairs of shoes
3 gifts
2 family blow-ups
2 new hair-dos
one swift birthday
one long vacation
one quirky blog
one salary adjustment
one public bawl
one near purchase of an apartment
one new beau
unknown slices of cakes
countless prayers from well-wishers

to utterly get over my previous relationship.

It was the end of a 6 year courtship that unceremoniously sank in a murky sea of differences and indifference.
Now I harbour no regret. Nor bitterness. But it sure took its time in coming.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Bizzare dreams

Oh this was a strange one even for me. I dreamt I was on a vacation with my family and my beau who happened to be (as i found out mid-dream) - Mr Globe Trekker himself - Ian Wright.

That right, or should it be Wright. Whatever. I ditched him to play in a purple wading pool and a sweet tangerine swing a few blocks from our rooms. I remember feeling guilty. He was soppy. And with that blasted accent too. Had a walk on the beach with him when he finally found me and chided me for leaving him alone.

He was about to go off on an adventure again me thinks and i remember feeling like one of them girls that sailors have at every port. Only this time, it was Mr Travel and Adventure himself.

Of all people in the world, I had to choose Ian Wright. I don't even have a TV to watch him on for goodness sakes. And what a loony. (ok, he was a nice loony in the dream). but seriously, what on earth was I thinking of to conjure him up in my sleep.

Now if I start dreaming of the Crocodile Hunter I am checking myself into clinic.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Quiet thoughts on a Sunday evening

I take refuge in my writing. That is obvious. And at this point in time I am so in need of sanctuary. Too much has been going on.

Being screwed at work is a common grievance. Living in a cubby hole which has taken on the form of a crypt is another of my grouses.

There is a growing and grumbling discontentment that is breeding nothing short of a violent upheaval. I have lopped of 4 inches of my hair. While that usually makes things alright in my universe, this time it had little effect.
Time for a major change in scenery, I think. I hear Tatooine is as good as Majorca as a place to relocate.

On a sultry note, an old flame came a visiting. We have both grown a little wiser, a little chubbier and perhaps wear our hearts a little higher on our sleeves. What a charming reunion. And as with all old flames, the forgotten embers still smoked (as does he) weaving wispy alternate realities in the air. How sweet they be.