Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts

Tuesday, 1 January 2008

Wooohoooo!!! Happy New Year!!!

There's about 30 minutes left to the first day of new year. Have you made a resolution? I am done with resolutions as well as masak-masak friends. I am deleting contact numbers and email addresses of these so-called friends. You can call it purging - they are shit anyway. :-)

It has always been the norm for me to send out a text message each Christmas and New Year to people on my phonebook list. This year I decided not to - and also not reply. The ones I didn't reply to, it means that I will call - in the next few days or I just can't be bothered to. Why wish someone Merry Christmas and a good year ahead when "you" are not there anyway? Are you there when I take a mis-step or worst, a fall? Are you there to laugh with me and share the pains I go through? NOPE. ABSENT.

The thing is, I'm not one to confront it and get all upset, etc. But I do have a problem when these "friends" get all huffy-puffy when I don't have their numbers stored in my phone because I lost my handphone. Whatever the fuck for? I mean, it's not like they call me. I try and keep up with them, on msn, I start the conversations, mostly. As a recent meet-up confirms my gut-feel, I am now freeing up space on my handphone for real friends - who matter to me and me to them. Why should I get myself into ridiculous yoga poses for these masak-masak ones?

So for the new year, I had my handphone off and was surrounded by people who DO matter. I had a call on the eve from a friend whom I know is a very busy person, another, all the way from Sweden and yet another from the group I worked with on a forum theatre piece. I appreciate it all. I never expected them to call but they did. Those who didn't call or wish, no worries - I know your worth to me and so should you.


So long fuckers, it's good that you can sleep at night.

Petal P. Rose

Thursday, 31 May 2007


Emptiness – part I

House of stone
Silence surrounds
No pitter patter
No laughter

House empty
Curtains down
Much like the end of a stage play
Audience, sans applause

Sun shines on,
The house it seeks
Infiltrate its warmth
Basking

Wind moves the clouds
Gusts pushing the emptiness
Of that, the House of stone

Will it succumb?

Exhausted, collapsed under pressure?