ooo la la

break-up sex is farking goooood! :P

the end of a chapter

he came along when i was emotionally-fragile; scarred from a previous heartbreak...

a driven, focused gentleman, true to all definitions of the word; charming with a gift of the gab.

"i want you. and i will get you", he said.

a year it has been. or has it been a little more than that?

in retrospect, it's all a tad blurry now.

a rollercoaster ride it's been. a complicated, twisted year it has been.

and it's time to close the chapter.

all good things come to an end, they say.

confession

this past fortnight... i have been doing the 'horizontal tango' way too much. (but actually it was in horizontal, vertical and among a selection of positions.

enough to go celibate for months.

*cough*

omg i am a slut.

WTF

Somehow I always find myself in WTF situations

Needless to say, that crazy bug still lingers in my life.

I don't know what got into me; probably solitude and more likely, an untimely surge of hormones?

I succumbed. Oh well, never claimed to be a goodie two shoes anyway.

He's a Dental Officer, in the same hospital and somehow we met on youknowthatapp.

He's been very persistent and consistent with his flirting. I appreciated the attention.

He wasn't even close to being my type and erm, we're on different frequencies. The flirting gradually progressed to sexting among other things And one day, we hooked up.

Probably was thinking with my groins at that time.

 After it was all over and done with, he told me... "let's do this again!" 

"oh yeah, I have a girlfriend btw" 

 WTFWTFWTFWTFWTF!

funny where life takes us

from a lost teenager; undecided what to do with his life, who then found himself in med school (at a whim too!)...

... he went through several emotional rollercoaster rides throughout the 5 eventful years; a few weddings, some deaths and a broken heart; still managing to graduate on time (phew!) :P

and then he decided to fall face forward into hedonism (some parts are best left omitted *ahem*), delay starting work... for as long as he (legally; without the need for a psychiatric diagnosis) can...

... 4 months down the road, in retrospect; he got sent to a (kinda) rural hospital (suburbia really; but surely feels like social Siberia) by our beloved Ministry, got off-tagged after half the required duration (woohoo!), got made chief intern after a month, revamped the intern system in the department, made ONE enemy, made ONE new friend... :)

not forgetting all the times he dug into the patients' bodily cavities excising whatchamacallits.

[apparently people claim i'm the most Type A of all Type A personalities? *gasp*]

... noting this fella's history; what is a quarterly summary without some scandals and questionable choices in his life...

so yeah, joshy is doing alright for now. except maybe he needs to lose a stone or two. hmph!

*and oh yeah, this guy really wants to see this ONE enemy of his fall down a few flights of stairs! anybody wanna offer a banana peel?

Happy Valentine's Day

... to me.

Strangely enough I managed to find some suitors in this rural town (they may or may not be in the same locality, but close enough)

Why oh why?

But alas, it's always the case where's there's something missing in that sweetest guy who interested in me...

... deep down, there's something not right. the lack of chemistry? different wavelengths?

le sighs.

dilemma

how does one choose between the following two to spend the weekend off with?

the (almost) BF

who i havent seen for a week, oh yes he is sweet to drive to this little secluded town weekly for our time together, but darn it feels like forever

or

the BFF (best faggoty friend)

well, 4 months is forever!!!

?????

muaks!

with you in my life, i no longer feel alone anymore.

:)

What I Crave

I was craving for some 'traditional' English afternoon high tea.

So he took the day off to accompany me.

Ah, how hilarious it is that we are always dressed the opposite way. One being overdressed and the other too laidback casual. A crime we perpetually repeat, how silly! Four dates and counting.

Chamomile tea for us today?

The way he stares into my eyes; with a vengeance to uncover what's beneath my skin.

Or is it lust?

Or is it romance?

Three dates on three consecutive days.

The scones can wait.

There is a certain physical and intellectual attraction; a long-sought rarity. For someone to appreciate the same things I do in life. The little things. The finer things. The little details that lead to a world of colours.

The quiche and pie can wait.

And as I listed out all the things I am looking forward to later this year, he said, "Can I be there with you?"

I'll have that with vanilla ice-cream, thank you!

As we drove off (into the ubiquitious metropolitan jam) in his yuppie car, the audio system started playing. A soothing bossa nova voice singing,

"I love you, I love you, I love you"

Oh! That lingering aftertaste of blackberries and java!

And then, his fingers crept into the spaces between mine.

You

How you can just see right through me

How you uncover what's beneath my skin

How you know what my heart truly wants

And not what my voice says

The way you look into my eyes

And whisper sweet nothings

Oh why did the lightbulb had to blow

As we ended up dancing in the dark

What you say without words

Unsheaths what was frayed inside

Oh this way you make me feel

Has got me all unreeled

All I can give are all my pieces broken.