Window Blogging

Promise me one thing. What? Promise me that you won’t ever try and show me your poems. (Laughs). Yes I won’t. So are you flirting with me? Hmmm...I’m flirting with the idea of flirting with you. *from two different movies*

Fiction is not me. I gave being Ellis/Gaiman a chance, tried to steal a look at Borge's words and even wrote under influence. The best case conclusion would be that I'm still raw, but just between you and me, I'm not really in the being-patient market for me to "mature". And also, writer's are a dime a dozen and bloggers wanting to be writers cheaper than that. But you know what, till there’s money in the game, I will stay. And anyway, like those HSBC ads all over Heathrow, its all perspective (innit?). Which is not to say that perspective doesn't change. For like loyalty, it is very much for sale. Like a microwaved bag of popping popcorn, very much unstable. And with enough butter, easy to swallow but hard to digest. Ah perspective. Pop me one. Although, at the moment, the popcorn bag is a tad bit empty. Cause I can't talk about existential woes and relationship problems and having fun on dates or fights in clubs. About music, drugs and wine. About ho...

Now, I'm a dog lover. The worst kind, cause I have nothing but contempt for the enemy. The cat that is. There's a cat lover in my office. She's a girl. They usually are. The worst kind as well. We try and trip each other in the hallway, throw darts at the others thumbnail pic, snarl and float rumours in office about each other. Anything that can pass HR's radar really. As you can see, somewhere down the line it moved away from the dog cat argument. Today though, she sent this. I think she's trying to get back to the old ways. But that means I need to have a wittier response ready. Fuck. Just when I was getting really good at tripping her. ----------- DOG DIARY 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing...

He: All these years, I’ve lived in the shadows, stalking you under the persona of a friend, harmless and partner in crime to smiles and cries. The guise suited me fine and I could like you the way you wanted to be liked. But today, when for the thousandth time you asked me for the thousandth drink, another chance to be partner in crime, something finally gave in. Life is a series of moments, that weigh dense in the mind, until one of them, gets ready to burst like a fabulous yellow roman candle. And when that happens, helpless, you can only pray that it was the right one that burst. This time, under the influence of the thousandth drink, the harmless persona burst. Her: Deep. Pretty deep. I’ve known all along, you know. I’ve even waited, with patient breath, for the shadows to part. And now, this, this is your coming out, proposing love from the shadows speech. Sigh. Why doesn’t anyone ever give it to me straight? Can we please stick to “ I love you’s and keep you happy forever's” ...

She: “The music’s sad here.” He: “Yeah. There’s no dearth of sad songs about rainy days and lovers who don’t bring flowers. Here though, they play songs that truly pain - songs so despairing they can make you wonder why you even bother.” She: “I like it.” He: “I had a feeling you would.” She: “No, I like what you said. I don’t care two hoots for the music. Champagne?” He: “ummm..No, Champagne’s for celebrating. I’ll have a martini. Stirred like crazy” She laughed. She liked beginnings.