had a fabulous time at traders.we checked in, got a room that somehow wasn’t ready and got an even better room on level 23.
we were supposed to do a miss j (ie sleep and just laze about) but it wasn’t mean to be, so we ended up at klcc for a short spell, having desert at chinoz.
the sky bar was unfortunately closed, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise because we were too lazy to go out anyway (finally doing a miss j), and after our swim at the pool, we ended up ordering room service for dinner (which was fabulous!) while watching the return of the jedi and spouting out the lines verbatim in between bites (they had digitally inserted hayden christiansen at the end and changed the closing song entirely, much to our disgust).
next agenda was coloring therose’s hair which took the better part of 2 hours while watching fantastic four (which i never saw the ending off because miss j called and i was distracted. who can tell me what happened??).
hooked up my brother’s portable dvd player and watched 2/3 of blood diamond, and later went to sleep with the soundtrack of cinta playing in the background …
managed to run one loop at the park the next morning before it stated to rain; went back to the hotel to get umbrellas and completed the remaining 3 loops briskwalking.
after a rather dismal brekkie (the only real let down during our stay), we rested a bit and then went to the jacuzzi, heated pool and sauna (yes, all three).
oh, and after we checked out, we went to the spa for a double massage …
skin glowing and smelling heavenly, complimentary lollipops in our mouths and sunglasses on, it was the perfect end to a wonderful getaway.
..........
but no matter how much i enjoyed the mini break (and i truly did), at the back of my head, playing over and over and over, was what i witnessed on friday night.
i have no energy to re-write what happened, but this is (an excerpt of) the email i sent miss j.
hey babe.
i saw somehting tonite that i wish i didnt.
he was in early today, since around 10.30 (almost never happens) and worked throughout hte day.
at around 6.30, 7 pm i saw a girl in a v neck black sleeveless top n jean in his office across his table leaning somehwat inappropriately (like wanting to show cleavage) for a staff of his. Didnt see her face though. but she could very well be hte girl i earlier thought was his gf (you his sister).
later saw her again talking to him, and hte next time i looked, she was standing behind his chair leaning over deep to his left side, as you would if you were, say, giving him a big hug or trying to kiss him from above or both ...
she left soon after.
..........
my life feels like a truly bad movie right about now, and this, is the (ultra sappy) song from the official soundtrack.
..........
so, no more inspirasi hidup even.
i no longer have that, to look forward to at work.
it feels like all the colour has been bleached out.
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
time, perhaps, to fix the broken blinds on my window and draw it to a close once and for all.
some things just should not be seen.
..........
well, at the very absolute least, i now know that he is most definitely not gay.
oh, and after we checked out, we went to the spa for a double massage …
skin glowing and smelling heavenly, complimentary lollipops in our mouths and sunglasses on, it was the perfect end to a wonderful getaway.
..........
but no matter how much i enjoyed the mini break (and i truly did), at the back of my head, playing over and over and over, was what i witnessed on friday night.
i have no energy to re-write what happened, but this is (an excerpt of) the email i sent miss j.
hey babe.
i saw somehting tonite that i wish i didnt.
he was in early today, since around 10.30 (almost never happens) and worked throughout hte day.
at around 6.30, 7 pm i saw a girl in a v neck black sleeveless top n jean in his office across his table leaning somehwat inappropriately (like wanting to show cleavage) for a staff of his. Didnt see her face though. but she could very well be hte girl i earlier thought was his gf (you his sister).
later saw her again talking to him, and hte next time i looked, she was standing behind his chair leaning over deep to his left side, as you would if you were, say, giving him a big hug or trying to kiss him from above or both ...
she left soon after.
..........
my life feels like a truly bad movie right about now, and this, is the (ultra sappy) song from the official soundtrack.
..........
so, no more inspirasi hidup even.
i no longer have that, to look forward to at work.
it feels like all the colour has been bleached out.
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
time, perhaps, to fix the broken blinds on my window and draw it to a close once and for all.
some things just should not be seen.
..........
well, at the very absolute least, i now know that he is most definitely not gay.
6 comments:
oh babe, sorry i interrupted Fantastic Four, you guys should have told me!
re MrSexy - he is a married man having an affair with an underage girl. that's my take. not worth your moon and sun.
hugs xox
I'd say, when one is obsessed with someone/something, one tend to read more than what it actually means. SO, you go over to his office, knock on the door, and demand an explanation from him. Good luck ;)
hrm... i agree with anon up here taht u should say hi. there may be a perfectly plausible explanation as to what that lady was doing. there also may not.
regardless of the outcome, Mal's Lost Marbles supports Lita. U do what u wana do babe! if u wana say hi, go on...
i am also thinking whether its time to unleash lita's army. maybe Des, me and a couple other guys could like go over and erm chat with mr sexy...
damn. looks like my efforts to besmirch his honour has been in vain.
ok, let's try this then. he's NOT gay and she's his ex who desperately wants to get back into his pants.
that works for you?
maybe he's a lesbo post ops?
you still want my binoculars or not?
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