Milestones
I knew you were not interested in me when you asked me to lend you money.
I knew you had no honour when the deadline for paying back passed and no money was returned.
It was a small price to pay for such a valuable lesson.
Entries Tagged as 'down that lane'
I saw you, you saw me
You were socializing, which did not use to be you. You were socializing with people I suspect you did not know, which did not use to be you. I also now suspect you placed yourself in this situation so that I can initiate contact, which did use to be me. I didn’t and I left earlier, which didn’t use to be me at all. I guess you have to have the guts to mend the matter one on one. Forgiving is a tricky process, and in our case it is a two way street.
Dear past love
Now that I let all our common friends know we’re not talking anymore, I wish you did the right thing to do and called me. I’d do the right thing, and I’d talk to you. I am ready to let go the grouch.
In a blink
Without even blinking I have erased five to six years of text messages, pictures and contacts. As for the pictures I had the decency to look at them before actually hitting “delete all”.
Forever Young and stuff
“From your 220 subscriptions, over the last 30 days you read 1,985 items, starred 8 items, shared 144 items, and emailed 12 items.”
I have also discovered Zachari Logan. On his MySpace, Kate Bush with Army Dreamers almost made cry. I have no idea what she is singing about, it’s her melody that makes me feel, well, like when I was listening to her complete collection, on CD, borrowed from Man. Which reminds me I have been tagged.
So, here! forever-young.pdf
Swimming
What a drag. I remember I once said I had lost the apartment key, and then fount it, but of course it was already too late for going to the training. And all the competitions. And the chlorine. And the so called training camps (hello, I was not going anywhere! how can you call that a “camp”?!). Missing on cartoons for trainings or competitions. All of that because somebody said to my mum, most probably to her, “He is a natural”. How I hated those times, and those feelings. How funny it is to miss it now. How funny to think “I am in training now” and “there will be a time when I think I miss these times”. Because now, I just feel awkward.
The consequence of blogging upon your life
When Romer!can tells you it’s awesome rock opera, you remember it’s been one of your first tapes. (It’s the wow look on his face that does it, when he stresses “It’s Operation Mindcrime I AND II performed in their entirety!”)
When you ask the Rock Chick how much are the tickets, she decides to buy you one “for your birthday”, sort of long past. So you end at the concert.
It starts late, but it’s the perfect opportunity to notice the load of ethilic looks lurking at Arenele Romane and the living dead revamped rockers. When it starts, the lead still has a voice, and band is good, but the whole thing just is not you anymore.
The enigmatic superior smile
Chatty, smart, gregarious, freshly settled in the big city, opinionated, could easily get on the interlocutor’s toes. Me, seven years ago. Oddly he has the age I had when I arrived. Also thinking that everything has to do with him, like I used to. Hence my tired smile, he though was an enigmatic but superior manifestation. Which was not the case. I was just hot from the scorcher and tired and looking back at how I used to be.
The most boring
I am sipping coffee from my brand new “Drama Queen” in capitals mug, getting ready for a day to complete my identity card and other tasks. In thirty minutes I will have to rush out the door, but until then I can browse old pictures and remember. I think Belfast and Strasbourg compete in my head for the title of “Most boring city I have ever visited”. Clean, civilized and plain boring. But maybe I am mistaken.
Houston, we have a problem
Actually, I hope we don’t, but who knew an apple would ship half the world, all the way from Shanghai, through Anchorage, Indianapolis, and Memphis? When we were little my brother would start digging in the sand at the beach and the goal was to get to China. Remember?
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