Of Holidays and Tired Feet

Post KL Milonga, final run before the 2 week break that now substitutes as working life 'summer'. N-E road trip which I have no head of tail of a clue about seeing how I left it to the US people to plan =), this should be brilliantly fun, even if we get lost! I'm looking forward to seeing AA again, as it has always looked for decades and will continue to look like for a long time.

Slightly apprehensive but life chugs along as it always has. Singapore this weekend which should be another good time with friends and Lion King watching.

You surprised me the other day, just when I'd finally given up on being in sync with anything that's happening in your life, you came back with an apology. A little too late perhaps but all I have to do is remind myself of what a great person you really are. I miss you my tango partner, I really do, and as much as I convince myself that all this is, is a vacation, a niggling feeling remains that this is almost...a test.

Weekend Loving

Sunday saw me sitting at Illy's after an impromptu decision to grab a pastry and coffee, post foot massage, and spending some time with my lovely Dorian Grey who is turning out even more psycho than I thought possible. It struck me sitting in the middle of the cafe that if I could reel back in time it'd be a collection of KLASS people, siblings and BV temp summer workers with dishes of pasta and calzone's pre GCSE years and stress. Only 7 years. Only. A whole lifetime ago.

There's something to be said about sitting in the exact same spot where so many, many memories churn and lingering emotions which once felt like such raw scrapes on the soul turn into mere scars that no longer even raise as much as a whimper when pressed. Times shift below, yet even the self is no longer preserved as the stubborn 16 year old who once happened to inhibit this same spot, who no longer exists anywhere except in hidden memories and 16 year old birthday cards whose words continue to evoke memories of long forgotten events, people, moments. Where are these people now?  Where are YOU now?

Indicinelive III

Oh god, the first lady parody blew the show out of the water, I could NOT stop laughing. Such a refreshing burst of energy to boost the week of depressing work and weather+spoilt sports plans. Beautiful work done by amazing people.

Oh tenenbaum, oh tenenbaummmmm

I want to be excited.
I want to be challenged.
I want to drink in beautiful things.
I want to create memories.
I want to be comforted damnit.

I have to stop being so irritated with work-life. I just have to.