You know in your head when you romantically miss someone who you think you love and you imagine what it would be like to See, talk or run into them again?
You can almost picture the feeling, the emotion and the love that will run through your veins.
Sunday morning my phone rings at 7.30am. In my sleepy daze I thought to myself wow, Newbie wasn’t joking about having breakfast. I pick up and hear the sounds of beautiful parang. As little beats flow through my phone I close my eyes wondering if its all just a beautiful dream.
Then I hear:
“CRaaaaaaaankyyyy! Gyal, waay yuh been?
Gyal, I miss yuh so,
Yuh Know I mus call yuh
And Tell yuh so
Cranky Yuh Hear Me, Cranky,
Gyal Don't Carry On So”
And I think, hell no, this MOFO is not calling me after two months (not even on my birthday) from Trinidad of all places, where he is surrounded by half naked revelers to tell me he misses me, most especially since he lives two minutes away in the T dot.
Surely He ain’t that stuppeeeed. Naively, I, voice these concerns,
To which he replies,
“Gyal, Everything is Everything, We got words to have yes, But now I tell yuh I miss Yuh, Yuh on my mind, always on my mind.” (And he begins to sing Elvis.)
Er?
My dear readers, what does that even mean?
Everything is everything….well ….I paused for a minute….. wished him a safe journey and reminded him, that everything may be everything but right now, we ain’t nothing……and serenely pressed end on my phone.
(My apologies to my Trini readers, if I messed with the lyricism of your beautiful speak)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Everyone’s got a how we met story.
The Newbie and mine goes a little like this: At the wedding dressed up to the nines, I was asked to do a mini salsa performance (for those of you lucky enough to know me in real life, the video is posted on FB under my profile.) As I sashay across the room, unbeknownst to me, he is looking on; thinking got to meet that girl. (Or so he claims in retrospect.)
Later on in the night he is among the many fellas that come up and say, “You’re that salsa girl.”
Much later on in the night, after a dizzying amount of drinks, I am standing besides an increasingly inebriated friend’s husband. The drunken hubby has conferred upon himself the title of “Cranky’s protector” and is unabashedly telling any fella who comes over to say hi to me, to look at his foot and think real hard if they would like it up their arse. I am slowly inching away in horror.
Dude is also given the dire warning and he walks a few feet away smiling.
Maybe it was the smile, or the scene, or the plethora of drinks, but a number was given out and since then many a tea and dinner dates have been had….
Later on in the night he is among the many fellas that come up and say, “You’re that salsa girl.”
Much later on in the night, after a dizzying amount of drinks, I am standing besides an increasingly inebriated friend’s husband. The drunken hubby has conferred upon himself the title of “Cranky’s protector” and is unabashedly telling any fella who comes over to say hi to me, to look at his foot and think real hard if they would like it up their arse. I am slowly inching away in horror.
Dude is also given the dire warning and he walks a few feet away smiling.
Maybe it was the smile, or the scene, or the plethora of drinks, but a number was given out and since then many a tea and dinner dates have been had….
Friday, February 20, 2009
I’m dating again.
And it makes me nervous.
Like I am having mini anxiety attacks.
Feelings of anxiousness are perforating my body
There is all this talking
Text-ing, sms-ing, Black Berry-ing
Questions, getting to know details
Sharing, caring, spreading of information
That leaves me exhausted
And Monday after an exhilarating night of dancing
I found myself
With the phone,
Dialing a number
Listening as he said Hello
First softly
Then Goofily
Then Annoyed
And as he hung up,
I realized how hard it is
To move forward, even for your own good
Most especially when your dastardly heart refuses to give up
And it makes me nervous.
Like I am having mini anxiety attacks.
Feelings of anxiousness are perforating my body
There is all this talking
Text-ing, sms-ing, Black Berry-ing
Questions, getting to know details
Sharing, caring, spreading of information
That leaves me exhausted
And Monday after an exhilarating night of dancing
I found myself
With the phone,
Dialing a number
Listening as he said Hello
First softly
Then Goofily
Then Annoyed
And as he hung up,
I realized how hard it is
To move forward, even for your own good
Most especially when your dastardly heart refuses to give up
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Nobody wants to be saved
No truer words were spoken to me today.
You can never save the friend from the disaster that is her man. (Listen up Rhi Rhi’s friends) The man can mack on you in front of her, and she’ll think he’s sweet for being so inclusive of her friends.
You can warn your friends at work, to dress for the job they want, to act more professional but all you’re going to earn is a reputation as the bossy work nazi.
You can scream hell and high water for someone who doesn’t know how to swim not to jump into the deep end, but there will always be that one person who looks at you like you’re a lickle mental…..and dive straight in…..
Poor Muhammad/Jesus/Buddha, Ain’t nobody want to be saved….and least of all by you.
You can never save the friend from the disaster that is her man. (Listen up Rhi Rhi’s friends) The man can mack on you in front of her, and she’ll think he’s sweet for being so inclusive of her friends.
You can warn your friends at work, to dress for the job they want, to act more professional but all you’re going to earn is a reputation as the bossy work nazi.
You can scream hell and high water for someone who doesn’t know how to swim not to jump into the deep end, but there will always be that one person who looks at you like you’re a lickle mental…..and dive straight in…..
Poor Muhammad/Jesus/Buddha, Ain’t nobody want to be saved….and least of all by you.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Commenting on things I have no Business Commenting on:
Chris beat up RiRi? Oh Lawd….for some reason he just seems too young to be a wife beater…what a sorry story, all I know is if a man is going to raise his hand on me, he better not fall asleep…..
On Fellow bloggers calling you nosey: Listen if your seductive writing gets me hooked into your life, you owe me regular updates, in the same way Grey’s Anatomy writers owe me good episodes…..I never asked to be an addict…..it was forced upon me.
The deep freeze is over. (Or so I hope.) Toronto is beginning to thaw. Signs of life long forgotten are starting to spring up. My phone is slowly starting to ring again. Friends re-discovering each other, wanting to hang out, go for dinner, enjoy the changing weather. Glimpses of skin like flashes of light are on display, as the most daring of the daring break out the long neglected mini skirt, sans boots, or the half sleeved jacket.
I just looked at my hand, and realized that I forgot to shave a very tiny perfectly linear line of hair.
On Friday night my friend and I had dinner at Chimichanga. A few minutes into our meal, my friend chews out a wee little blade. The owner gives us a half hearted vacant apology and comps our meal….I leave the restaurant feeling that it was our one bonifide chance to get a really good settlement, and our ‘niceness’ just kept us from being independently wealthy. The worst part is as we walked out there was no second apology, nothing, infact no one came back to our table, and we simply just got up and walked out after 45 mins.
The chaos at work is over. Last week was a blur of long faces, tears and baggy eyes. And this week the world has gone on. The pace at which life continues always amazes me.
On my father joining facebook: I called home the other day and was told that neither of my non tech savvy parents were able to speak to me as both were occupied on facebook. I later received a friend request. Now if my father tags me in 25 random things, I think I may go bonkers. On the flip side, it is so cute, to watch him type his status update with one finger- 'Father Putz is watching hockey'
'Father Putz is wondering why CP is always sleeping'
Practiced all weekend for a dance I am doing (with three others) this coming Saturday for a friends wedding. The fear of falling flat on my face in front of 500 people is not as easy to shake as first assumed.
It is Monday…..and while most of you are groaning and droning about it being the beginning of the week….It’s Salsa night to me…the very best night of the week.
On Fellow bloggers calling you nosey: Listen if your seductive writing gets me hooked into your life, you owe me regular updates, in the same way Grey’s Anatomy writers owe me good episodes…..I never asked to be an addict…..it was forced upon me.
The deep freeze is over. (Or so I hope.) Toronto is beginning to thaw. Signs of life long forgotten are starting to spring up. My phone is slowly starting to ring again. Friends re-discovering each other, wanting to hang out, go for dinner, enjoy the changing weather. Glimpses of skin like flashes of light are on display, as the most daring of the daring break out the long neglected mini skirt, sans boots, or the half sleeved jacket.
I just looked at my hand, and realized that I forgot to shave a very tiny perfectly linear line of hair.
On Friday night my friend and I had dinner at Chimichanga. A few minutes into our meal, my friend chews out a wee little blade. The owner gives us a half hearted vacant apology and comps our meal….I leave the restaurant feeling that it was our one bonifide chance to get a really good settlement, and our ‘niceness’ just kept us from being independently wealthy. The worst part is as we walked out there was no second apology, nothing, infact no one came back to our table, and we simply just got up and walked out after 45 mins.
The chaos at work is over. Last week was a blur of long faces, tears and baggy eyes. And this week the world has gone on. The pace at which life continues always amazes me.
On my father joining facebook: I called home the other day and was told that neither of my non tech savvy parents were able to speak to me as both were occupied on facebook. I later received a friend request. Now if my father tags me in 25 random things, I think I may go bonkers. On the flip side, it is so cute, to watch him type his status update with one finger- 'Father Putz is watching hockey'
'Father Putz is wondering why CP is always sleeping'
Practiced all weekend for a dance I am doing (with three others) this coming Saturday for a friends wedding. The fear of falling flat on my face in front of 500 people is not as easy to shake as first assumed.
It is Monday…..and while most of you are groaning and droning about it being the beginning of the week….It’s Salsa night to me…the very best night of the week.
Monday, February 02, 2009
When your 17, they encourage you to take your time, look around….why are you going out all the time, meeting all these boys, stay home, stay home….
When your 20, they say, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you, don’t settle down just yet…you’re too young, sure he loves you now, but something better is going to come along….
When your 25, they say, you’re still young, but you’d be surprised how fast life comes at you, you should start looking a little more seriously…..
When you 28, their noses flip up as you approach, as if you’re starting to smell like expired milk…and they say, ‘Why are you sitting at home, go out, meet people, it’s time, it’s time, it only gets harder as you get older….hurry up…it’s time….”
When your 20, they say, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you, don’t settle down just yet…you’re too young, sure he loves you now, but something better is going to come along….
When your 25, they say, you’re still young, but you’d be surprised how fast life comes at you, you should start looking a little more seriously…..
When you 28, their noses flip up as you approach, as if you’re starting to smell like expired milk…and they say, ‘Why are you sitting at home, go out, meet people, it’s time, it’s time, it only gets harder as you get older….hurry up…it’s time….”
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