So… the follow up to the episode from last night is.. there is no follow up.

He messaged at 6am, enthusiastically saying “Pleasant dreams gal!”.

I took a look at the message from the corner of my eyes, and with a raised brow, replied, “You messaged the wrong girl is it?”

A second later, my phone played the ever familiar “Bohemian Rhapsody”(my ringtone, that is), and I let the song went on and on.

I didn’t answer it.

Saturday has whizzed pass, and I woke up with a pounding headache(gee, how do I get a hangover without touching alcohol? Wait a minute.. I did have a bit of whiskey green tea. Couple of sips, that is).

It was 3pm when I finally crawled up.

Friends called up to check on me.

I was okay, and all cool. In fact, I think the wall I have built up to everyone around me has worked very well, cos it is always built to cater for moments like this.

I have pretty much immuned myself from emotions(though apparently it doesn’t apply to work-related), and I no longer is the emo-wreck and crybaby I once was.

Maybe the detractor’s right, I have turned into this cold-blooded bitch, and I have tendencies to block things out so that things don’t affect me anymore.

Such, is what I learnt.. since.. since.. since.. 3 or 4 months ago. Something I thought I should learn to let go and move on, because nothing lasts forever.

Much people had came and went. It was hard at first. Trust me, it was hard. Then, you just wish it won’t happen again.

Sometimes I miss the old me, cos I could feel much more. Though it sometimes creeps its way back, but it takes less energy to brush it off again these days.

So yeap, don’t worry, I am not upset about A. In fact I think I could one day forget about it, and find enough excuses for him to.. I don’t know.

But for now, I can just shrug and dismiss it as another unexpected(albeit a little disappointing) episode.

It is now Sunday, and no, the call never came.

***

I got pissed off with someone who knows about soccer less than me(you see, not say I know a lot, but you know…).

Now I know why they say soccer is like a religion.

I harshly asked him to fuck off when he asked why am I watching soccer when Blackburn is going to kick Man U’s ass anyway.

Even if it is true, since they are leading, I didn’t need to hear it you know?

And his next question.

“So is this first half or second half?”

The time on the top corner of the television said 58 minutes.

“First 45 is considered first half and anything from then to 90 minutes, is 2nd half.”

I fell off the chair when he then asked, “So, how long is one match?”

***

I fell asleep in the late afternoon, and woke up only at 8pm.

Decided to catch a movie, and after the tickets were booked for Sleuth, I reached Cathay cinema at… 9.30pm to grab a bite.

They were so slow that at 10.30pm, I didn’t even get my desserts when I left the restaurant.

We went to grab some pop corns and the tickets were passed to me.

Just as we grabbed our drinks and pop corns and made our way to the cinema, we realised the movie tickets went missing.

Mysteriously!

We tossed out everything from our wallets, pulled out our pockets(those that could be pulled), dug our hands deep into our back pockets, and emptied our bags.

Nothing in sight!

We went to the pop corn counter, and no one had seen it.

We scouted the floor and blarblarblar, nowhere to be found.

By then, we were already like 15 minutes late for the movie.

Mood was dampened and we headed up to look for the staff for help.

We waited for another 10 minutes and after they checked with the box office and yadda yadda, someone told us our seats were taken up.

Huh?

But anyway, we still managed to go in at 11pm, and by the time we left the cinema, it was 12.05am.

Utter waste of money and time, I know.

But the seats weren’t taken up like the staff said they were, and we moved in.

The movie tickets were still not found by the time we left the cinema.

How mysterious.

***

I was asking my friend for some work contacts.

We stood by the roadside when I slipped my phone into my back pocket.

I thought I found the tickets but realised it was just the pocket being too shallow.

My hand lingered a little more in my pocket, and it was empty except for my phone.

Seeing my hesitance, I was asked, “You found the tickets huh?”

I shook my head. “Nope…. not found..”

I casually tucked my hand in to the next pocket and halted my sentence.

“… oh. Found.”

My friend wasn’t convinced.

I smacked my bum cheeks to feel for something different, but nothing felt out of place.

Yet when I put my hands into the other pocket where my phone wasn’t tucked snugly in, out I pulled, the elusive tickets which were in my pocket all these while.

Strange oh strange. It was the same pocket I had stuffed my hand into at least 3 times when we looked for it.

Then again, coming from me, it wasn’t anything surprising.

And as usual, I gave an embarrassed giggle and buried my face into my hands.