Eighteen days

Eighteen days without B.

Yep, that seems like hell.

It's been two days. I've been calling her nonstop.

I tell her everything that's been going on in my miserable life.

I woke up to drive her to the airport. She was going to cry. I bit my tongue to keep me from saying anything emotional.

It's only eighteen days, I thought. Why am I so bummed about?

So I did what an idiot would do.

Made a fool out of myself at the airport.

She was going down the immigration level when I shouted, "be sure to have your rash checked when you get there, alright?"

Amber cracked up. She cracked up. But I was about to cry.

Promise me you'll get drunk on the plane, I told her.

Promise me you'll hook up in the Philippines, I told her.

Promise me you'll enjoy every second spent in that country, I told her.

I made her promise a lot of things.

I want her to enjoy her holidays. She deserves it. After two and a half year of slaving a commerce degree, I think it's well-earned.

I just hope I can go with her so we can get drunk together.


It's not cheating if you don't share the same postcode

Ah, touche.

I told her not to cheat on her on-again/off-again boyfriend but she did make a point.

They don't share the same postcode. They're in different continent right now so it's not technically cheating.

Smart woman.


I think we're back on track

That's what Johnson told me last night when we went out.

He called me up on private number. Just so I'd pick up. I don't pick up my phone when he calls because of his persistent attempt to catch up with me.

My phone rang. It was on private number. Since I was waiting for a call, I picked up.

It was him. I couldn't hang up because that would be borderline rude.

So I humoured him. Asked him what's been going on.

Nothing, just want to see if you want to catch up.

Fine then, I thought. We'll catch up. Nothing wrong with that.

So he went to pick me up at uni and went to watch a movie.

The Wedding Crashers is hilarious. I'd see it again with anyone keen to watch it with me.

He was happy because I had one embarassing stunt that left him laughing his ass off [I'd rather not talk about it.. It was really embarassing..].

He asked me if we're back on track.

Umm.. I don't think so. I'm happy with the way things are going really, I said.

But we're going out again for dinner tonight.

I'm excited. I can't say I'm stoked that I'm going down that road with him again.

But I think I'm ready to be friends. If he becomes my friend with benefits then that would just be a bonus.


Give this to your mum, tell her it's from me

A guy at work gave me a bouquet of lillies on Saturday night.

The lillies were actually on each of the tables. We were clearing the place when the supervisor said that we can take home the lillies if we want to.

Since I was so tired, I couldn't be bothered.

Fuck it, I said. I'm not going to spend another minute in this place taping together bouquets of lillies to take home. It'll wilt anyway.

So I went to sign off. I went back to the room to say goodbye to them when one of the guys held out his arm with a big bouquet of flowers. It was directed straight at me.

Here you go, he said.

I don't want it, I said. I'm a bitch. I was tired.

It's not for you. Give this to your mum, tell her it's from me, he said. With a naughty smile.

Ok, I think she'll want me to say thanks, I said.

Everyone was looking and laughing. He then walked me to my car asking me different sorts of questions.

What my nationality is.

How old I am.

How long I've been in Australia for.

My last job.

After a while I realised that I've told this guy every single thing about me but I don't know jackshit about him.

So it's my turn to ask him next time.