the thing qith a pearl thong

I think is is like a sense of deja vu. How i used to frown with worry, getting all pissed off for a msg that came too late. And how i used to complain to my girls that i cant take it down anymore. I cant just sit around waiting for a 'customery' or 'habitual' message.

I used to remmebr sweating over it and thinking lots of horrible thoughts before i get my desired reply. Just like Samantha in Sex and the city - which i watched the whole of last night- how she ran 11 floors with her 11 inches high heels and a pearl thong somewhere, to catch the cheating Richard in the hotel suite. Only to find him being really in the middle of a conference. She 'all in' her pearl thong, he multi-carat yellow diamond ring and possible many hotel suites. She was just sick and tired of having to worry about Richard, possible screwing someone else.

today it was just like that. wondering - was it a case of oversleeping or was it just another case of 'getting out of the habit'.

had a chat with someone i least expected to be chatting over a few days back. and it was a well pleasant and abit unpleasant surprise. With all that chat - not from my side- about looking into the future, getting over it, having God sent eyes to not look back...etc. I cant help but stare at the conversation screen thinking - what the hell?

Logged off right smack in the middle of an ongoing sermon on 'how i regret blah blah blah'...

And then the next morning, i recieved the remaining offline msgs.

"Just tell him you got over him already! " Wise words of my trusted best bud. Oh yeah, why didnt i think of that? I did! but i preferred not to say anything but end it off, right smacked in the middle, 'i gtg.'.

Its irritatingly...i cant find a word for it. Its just unbelievable! whats with all that crap? Would the truth give a worse backlash? Oh please, i got over you way before we even broke up. Everyone knows that. Everyone that aint in australia knows that.

Its just pisses me off. really.