The Bees are coming.... BUZZZZ.... RUN!!!!

Yes dears!

It's been a nice week and the pink has certainly cheered me up more than considerably.

The only drawback is that the music's gone. And I can't put it back 'cos myfilestash.com limited their upload file size to 2MB.... Dang! And just when I've something good to share too!

(try downloading I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross... it's SO GOOD and It's Raining Men by Gerri Halliwell. They're brilliant girl-power songs. )

Started reading Tony Parson's Man and Boy but I just can go through with it. That the bastard had an extra-marital affair after all that his beautiful wife had sacrificed for him was just TOO much for me.

So what if he's the protagonist? I do not care for assholic protagonists at all. Zero-tolerance. Uh-huh.

Ray's done and all set for broadcast. It's really a brilliant brilliant movie about a brilliant brilliant man.... And I've SO gotta watch it.... When you're feeling down... try this:

"Hit the road, Jack, don't you come back, no more no more no more no more, hit ths road, Jack, don't you come back no more..."

WAYY COOL!!!

Just goes to prove my point that the greatest thing you can leave behind isn't wealth but what you've done for humanity. Legends that inspire generations of people come from these remarkable individuals. And I think it'll be cool if I can just achieve a tenth of that. really...

Watched "Closer" trailer too cos my colleague's editing it and got overwhelmed by how fragile modern human relationships are. Just a simple kiss can destroy 2 beautiful and seemingly perfect couples. How can something so beautiful be so easily destroyed? I cannot accept that harsh reality and therefore got upset with so and so later on... even though I told myself I cannot think about him anymore.

Oh well... In J's terms, it's a relapse. The each relapse gets increasingly less damaging to my nerves and for that I'm grateful.

And speaking of J, I'm starting to get freaked out that certain so and sos have been prying into our lives. It's really not all that nice. Then again, these people are out of our lives for good. So what does it matter what we write, or post, or whatever? They can be voyeurs... but we can avoid giving them the satisfaction that we're trying to avoid them. No?

Back to the title subject of today.... ZE BEES. Yes, the bees are coming just as I predicted. But like the witches from Macbeth, I was only half correct in my predictions. Ze bees did come a-buzzing. And trickling in they did. One or 2 at a time.

BUT.... met up with one of the proverbial bees on Sat after a whole day of dancing. Was in dance gear cos I couldn't be bothered to change...

28 ain't all that old and it was a Saturday, somemore he danced too..... did swing dancing in US and salsaed in Singapore. Naturally I expected a young punk...

Jaws dropped when I saw him..... to put it bluntly, I was out with someone like my Dad. Receding hairline, silver-rimmed specs, staid and stoic no-frills business shirt and pants... complete with black hair slicked back in a 1980s curry-puff coif.

The picture of both of us was really really weird. Him in old fogey business wear and me in my dance gear.... just SUPREMELY BIZARRE! And the worst thing was I had to go buy skateboards for props at Carrefour and he went with me. Gosh! He looked so blardy out of place. And the vibes were all WRONG!!!

When he tried one of the skateboards and skidded and almost killed a kid in the process, I knew... "This guy is trying too darn hard!"

He said he never even skated before... And only tried it cos he thought it looked easy. *BEEP* minus 100 points.... for attempted kid-killing.

So then we went to Gelare for a drink and while he offered to buy me a drink, I just stuffed 5 bucks to him and ordered mango/banana smoothie (my fave drink after dance). And he din refuse.

He asked for the cheapest drink there--- iced lemon tea. But it wasn't available so he ordered Snapple...

Mental me: This dude's SO stingy! Still dare to go on dates. EEwwww....

Conversation:

lalalalalalala

Me: Oh... Yes. I want to be a broadcast journalist...

Old bee: What kind of news in particular?

Me: Just normal news.... no financial news... Even though Dow Jones came to our school to recruit people. Financial news is niche but REALLY BORING..... so what did you study in US?

Old bee: Finance. I love numbers.... really good with them.

mental me (screaming): Sheesh he's a bore! So old still wanna play around! GROSS!!!! I feel like puking..... somebody pass me a paper bag!!!!

Old bee: So what dance did you do today?

Me: Oh.. a variety. mostly jazz... a little bit of salsa.

Old bee: oh you must be very good...

Me: passable. I'm only OK with hiphop. suck at jazz and ballet.

Old bee: how about nightclubs?

Me: Sorry?? (I really didn't get him)

Old bee: as in nightclub dancing?

mental me: Who the hell calls clubs and pubs NIGHTCLUBS these days? Doncha think the NIGHT is pretty redundant? You mean there are DAY-clubs???!!!

me: Oh... ok. Like I said.... hiphop's good. and RnB. An occasional mambo's fun too...

Old bee: I like 80's music.

mental me: I can see why!

Old bee: sorry.... are you schooling or working?

Me: thought you knew this? I told you this earlier...

Old bee: sorry... my memory's failing me. haha.. (sheepish laugh) getting to be like my Dad.

mental me: I can see why TOO! You old fogey!


These are just samples... there were tonnes of bloopers and evidences of old-fogeyness along the way. And we talked about an ok topic.. on gaydom. Then he suddenly managed to steer this OK topic to inappropriateness by saying some gay got an er**tion from watching him in a sauna. What the FUDGE???!!!

DANG!

And when I finally got to leave, I thought. Ok... so all the vibes were wrong. This guy will never want to see me again! I'm too young for him and he knows that. Neither will I ever see him... and good riddance!

BUT NO! This old bee who should seriously be on crutches KEEPS CALLING! It's freaking me out more than any voyeurs here... I mean seriously FREAKING ME OUT!

He'll call halfway through my dance class on Sunday and ask what I'll be doing for the rest of the day.... when I distinctly told him I'll be dancing the whole Sunday away just the day before.

He's become OVER-friendly on msn so I've blocked him. I mean.. seriously. This guy should get a grip on himself!

So... I presently suffer from Bee-adhorrence now. Sigh.... hopefully it'll go away. But for now.... NO MORE BEE-MEETING!