transit.

she's (joys) coming back. not for good. but in transit to genting with the parentals. on the eve of christmas eve. typically a period of reflection for muy. not just because it's a catholic holiday, but because it's company policy to be bo-chap during major holidays. i.e. cny, christmas, any holiday falling on fri or mon.

i am so totally not feeling anything joyous about her return.

i learnt the hard way the last time that expecting too much from her leads to us having our yearly bicker session. bickering through emails is so bloody sad. imagine being pissed and showing it but still having to wait a day for an equally pissed-off reply.

and reading it in the middle of a pissy day.

read some girl's blog recently about her baiting some young guy. very funny. reminded me of a poem i once wrote...

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Race Queen


It’s you and your bored looks at the junction,
a pale temptation framed against
those lights that were left to us.
We finally have something in common;
two people waiting for something to fall.
Your companion can’t stop grinning,
has his hands chained round you,
challenging me for rights to you.
Mischievously, you blew your smoke over
as an incentive to a chase.
Then the lights dropped to green
and we lost ourselves in the distance.
Till we reached the same speed, in different cars
the fastest we could ever reach;
Mine, because it was the best I could;
His, because it was all he would.
Even then, you went faster still
till the next junction, months from now,
it is you;
in a different cut, car, driver, same look
me, in a different tie, cab, same me, still me.

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listening to: julie delpy: je t'aime tant - just something about a chick singing in french... niccccceeeee....
reading: george mackay brown: ocean of time - sparse style, salt of the earth = excellent

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