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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

c'est le reve

the dream.

it was a national day parade. i knew it to be so because there were fireworks in the daytime (the logic can't be explained in waking hours). we had coffee with mutual friends. you had a hotel room overlooking the parade and pyrotechnics. your husband was busy with his schoolkids at the parade, he would only be free later. crowds everywhere. when coffee was over, you said you were going back to the room, to while away time before he got back late. the mutual friends melted away. i offered to stay with you, to keep you company. perhaps i had been playful during the coffee already.

we stood at the lift lobby. we pressed the button. i was joking with you about something. i put my arm around you. there was more talk. i kissed you. you didn't stop me. i think you kissed me back.

we were in the lift, i tried to casually press the buttons for the high floor so the lift wouldn't stop and this moment wouldn't have to end, then it wasn't a lift it was a storeroom, then it wasn't a storeroom it was a hotel room, then it was a lift again and that continued. i alternated between anxiousness over the buttons, being seen, and wondering why the door to the room was ajar.

i tried to put my hand up your skirt or down your pants. you screamed then, and i thought to myself, shit the spell is broken, the moment over. it must have been a spell that let me kiss you. you said to me, there are some things that are only for a husband. i thought that was that, the moment was over. instead you kissed me. apparently there are some other things that i can share with husbands.

you felt tiny in my embrace. i cradled you almost, arms wrapped around you tight. finally while i was kissing your neck i couldn't help but wonder why the door was ajar, and there was a person sitting on a bed with red sheets right in front of it.

i turned to look, and i woke. it was a shivering sweaty wakening .

it was just a dream. why can't i look at you the same.

9 Comments:

  • hahaha. servant, your story is so hilarious. omgosh. *im trying to compose myself, before i rotf*
    and soon the husband was back. and everything went back to normal for her. but "you" were changed. "sweet" surrender that turned "bitter".
    - "difficult" "little" "little"

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Tuesday, July 26, 2005 8:16:00 PM  

  • yes indeed "very" funny. my queen is most cruel. or should i say, "my" queen "is" most cruel.

    By Blogger pure, at Wednesday, July 27, 2005 12:10:00 AM  

  • wah lau eh, as weng always says. funny because of the content. its so visual but i likeIT. heh. just say "my" queen is most cruel will do. but that aint true. a servant that can manipulate the "queen" is the most cruel. little little isnt cruel. love is cruel. you're cruel.
    - you're difficult, while im just your sweet sweet sister~~~

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Wednesday, July 27, 2005 5:41:00 AM  

  • I also know how to use quotation marks too. "Just" so "as" to see "how" my man "Weng" here responds to this post that "was" apparently "used" in jest.

    I don't even know "why" i "bother".

    By Blogger Eddie G., at Friday, July 29, 2005 9:10:00 PM  

  • "Yeah" "man" "I" so know what the "two" of "you" are talking "about". Ahh its tough typing that way. How's life Mr. Weng!! :)

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Sunday, July 31, 2005 2:51:00 AM  

  • Excuse me, but in french it's "C'est LE rĂªve" and not "C'est la reve".
    ;)

    By Blogger LunaVorax, at Sunday, July 31, 2005 3:26:00 AM  

  • Well firstly apparently "none" of us "know" how to use "quotation" marks. But "thanks" everybody for perpetuating this so-called disease. (only eddie is going to get that joke).

    did anyone realise every comment has quotation marks in it? although i think only lunavorax used them correctly. Thanks for the french grammar tip, lunavorax.

    well Mel, life is ok. A lot of work to be done, and no social life, but still. Not as fun as basketball shoes and shooting 10-10-10 but not all of us get to be athletes i guess. harhar.

    in case mark is reading this, i ate a mushroom quiche today, and it was FULL of mushrooms. I found it hard to believe.

    life is a roller coaster.

    By Blogger pure, at Sunday, July 31, 2005 7:23:00 AM  

  • "mushroom quiche", never heard of it. maybe i cant be called a mushroom lover huh. but then again it wasn't me who posted that mushroom thing(must have been a certain 'someone'), but i do like mushrooms. shouldnt a mushroom quiche be full of mushrooms anyway? self-explanatory i presume.

    -mark

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Sunday, July 31, 2005 8:46:00 AM  

  • "life is a roller coaster"

    Very much so, especially when you regulate it with things like Mushroom Quiches.

    By Blogger Eddie G., at Monday, August 01, 2005 12:43:00 AM  

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