I think I need a holiday again.
Like, NOOOOOOWWW!!!
I know it is pretty greedy thing to ask of, but since touching down on late Sunday night, I was knocked right back into reality when motherhood beckoned on Monday morning… Tuesday.. Wednesday.. Thursday.. and more of it with the holidays since she wouldn’t be heading to school.
Tuesday and Wednesday were late nights at the studio and by the time I got back, barely had time to breathe before having some sleep and woke up with little sleep to start the day’s routine.
Somehow along the way, in my sleep, I had this bad muscle knot pain.. which I woke up being helped out of bed cos I couldn’t turn my head, else it would shoot a sharp, numbing pain up my head and down my back.
It was perhaps from the long period of time sitting in front of the monitor, which sucks, cos it means the pain kept me away from the monitor even more!
Fortunately, Nikki was an ultimate blessing and her magic finger magically dissipated the nerve-y pain, and the healing is now just the plenty of muscle aches which are more bearable. At least I can check blind spots now!
Seriously, I THINK AGE IS CALLING ME.
So depressing!
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Exes.. are about the married men in my life. Sounds rather dodgy but Miss Scarlett Ting here has such a mundane, bland life that the most exciting thing that happened today is listening to Lady Gaga’s Telephone and was just thankful I didn’t shake my head in absolute disapproval and tsk tsk tsk to the risque display (WOOHOOO I STILL HAVE IT IN ME METHINKS!).
But my lunch time these days are just peppered with lunch “dates” with married men, that if I start charging (ahem, NOT in THAT way), I probably wouldn’t need to look for a full time job.
Most of them are ex-classmates, ex-colleagues, and with plenty of spare time on hand, maybe cos of transition, or just simply cos of job nature. I consider my situation a hybrid of both of the above. Laughs.
Which explains.
There was always moments me and these “Exes” actually paused to muse how it feels so taitai-ish, except that, their wives are out there working and we were sipping tea somewhere.. and always discussing other unexplored places for the next lunch.
Having said that, catching up with all the long-time friends have proved to be fattening.
Thomson Plaza sushi this day, Peperoni another, Sixth Avenue some day, Sunset Way another, Bukit Timah…
TELL ME HOW LIKE THAT?!
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Ex #1 – The ex-classmate had been trying to get me to convince his wife to bake one in the oven, and was suggesting to bring his wife to visit me and Minibean one of these days.
I was trying to tell him how that had made some of my friends sworn off kids. The last I know, the trauma wasn’t over yet hahahaha.
Catching up with the ex-classmate was totally random, as we hadn’t seen each other for almost a decade and he had bumped into me after I had a massage during one of those afternoons, in Orchard.
It was outside Pepper Lunch in Shaw Lido when someone called out to me. And both of us are the kind that we know each other always somewhere there, and mentioned by mutual friends, but never took the initiative to stay in contact, and would probably not bother to if not for the coincidence.
And he was certainly one of those friends I have known for the longest time.
22 going 23 years.
So the merciless taunting still continued after all these years, he had given me a nickname of Xiaopanpan after I giggled my way through about some of the names of the crushes I had in school. Or some relationships that built on way into adulthood with people from the past.
And he was like “PAN JIN LIAN“, which met with a “Kan nin na” from me.
Yet he actually gives me hope that loving husbands and responsible, mature men do exist. Those who are faithful, sweet and every nice thing he came across, was a thought link to how his wife would totally love it. 10 years and never cheated and you should see how his face was like when he spoke of her and his views on marriage and his commitment to her.
Where can buy ah? I want one also!
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Ex #2 – The ex-colleague.
Much things have changed for us since few years back. But then even in my previous job, we have met up pretty often and he was always like a papa guiding me along.
We had Korean food the other day, and met for Thai buffet today.
UNTIL.
I was telling him about my ex-schoolmates and career choices, and then he mentioned something along the line that, “How old is he? He should stand a good chance.”
“My age lah..”
“Then like that should stand a good chance what.. he is 35 thereabout, right?”
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I JUST WANTED TO FLIP THE TABLE.
Someone stabs me please.
But I shall take in comfort that I have been mistaken to be university students (year 1 somemore) once too often in recent months.
What can I say…? YOU ALL BLIND AH?!
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Ex #3. The ex-crush. This one has nothing to do with people I met up with. Just a little.
Was just randomly talking about Mr KG (for those uninformed, the guy I had a crush on when I was 14, which, yes, more than half my life time ago) while keeping him anonymous, and it was silly to look back how this ex-crush had been so special to me all these years, cos perhaps he reminded me of who I was, but yet who I could never be.
He isn’t supposed to be in this post, but oh well… heh.
And he isn’t one of those married. Not YET, that is.
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Ex #4 – The excoworkercummentorcumbitchingkaki
One of the most blessed thing in one of my ex-companies, was this co-worker of mine.
He stayed in touch (which I am incredibly grateful when someone does so cos I can hardly find it within me to do so) and messaged me over MSN some days back but was so busy that I only managed to get back to him some couple of nights ago.
So much has changed. It brought some relief to me, definitely.
Then ah.
We were discussing the ladies in the companies and their strengths, honestly I can’t remember why I actually said something and he went…
“Yah, you are right, cos the girls in our team are actually guys….”
The dagger into the chest was.. “….. All flat one.”
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I mentioned a name of someone else, who obviously isn’t.
The wise sage said, “But she’s not hot.”
And he continued with the only takeaway of the evening, “You, XXX, and YYY (the other 3 girls in the team) are considered hot, just no tits….“.
“… But good lah, or else I cannot work. I am a tits man man!“.
Mr Critical had implied we are hot. That’s all we need to hear, and that’s all I heard. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I am looking forward to more quips when we catch up… well you guess it, over lunch soon.
