Friday, June 20, 2008

Borneo Bliss

I'm sitting on the verandah of James house in Borneo, it's so peaceful, the sound of his indoor water feature is filtering through the house, the gentle breeze is kissing my face and lifting tendrils of my hair, I can see the mountains in the distance capped by the fluffy white clouds. Sigh, I wish every day could be as it is today. Dx

Friday, June 13, 2008

Hey man that's my bag

'What did you say to him?!' I asked my best mate Kina?  'nothing' came the very calm reply. 'Well he's pouring his heart out  on the phone!' I said, looking at her.  She very calmly tapped the ash of her cig and gave me that famous shrug that her entire family use.  Sigh, and he's still on the phone as I'm quizzing her.
I hang up and look at Kina, who's giving me that enigmatic smile, 'Tell me' I say to her.  'No, I can't I promised him.' she says to me.  'Look, who's best friend are you, .. tell me!'  She smiles at me and says ' you haven't touched your drink mate, c'mon chin chin' . Diversion tactics, so I let it go.
I had come over to catch up with Kina to tell her all about me little misadventures while she was living la Vida loca in Phuket with her man for the week, some people just have to have a good life eh.  First thing she says is 'don't I look black? I've been sunbathing every day'  .. sigh, 'no you don't Kina, unlike Kira who looked like a dark choc mousse when she came back from Bali, you look very brown'  She wrinkles her nose at me.
I had a particularly horrid week, my bag had been stolen, and my cough was still giving me grief, it's like the cough said, 'oi, you, we're here squatting in yer lungs, and we ain't budging.. so nah'.  Apart from having to deal with security, from the mall that I was in when the bag was taken, I also had to deal with the po po aka police.  Which is always a walk through the tulips, not. James daughter was with me at the time, and she was flabbergasted at the relentless inquisition of my race, nationality, parentage, lineage, looks.... I looked at Mel and said, 'it's ok, don't get wound up, it's normal, every single government body does this to me, I have to grin and bear it to get through it all , otherwise I'd be the one incarcerated !   Tell me what has my name and the way I look got anything to do with a police report on the theft of my bag?  Does it make a difference to how they prioritise it?  Can you just imagine the scene? '
Chief Officer - Ello ello, and what seems to be the problem Sargent?'  
Sargent -  'lady had her bag stolen sir
C.O. - 'Fair enough, fair enough, and what is the lady's name in question and what does she look like?'
Sargent - ' Well that's the whole point sir, not a normal name , so one would presume of another race, than the one that is normal in this part of the world, and due to that and to the distinct difference in colour and facial features, I'd say she's definitely of mixed origins and not, one of us sir.'
C.O. - 'aaaahhhh we have ourselves a hybrid then do we Sargent, well then how long did you keep her at the station for questioning?'
Sargent - 'for as long as I possibly could sir, and until I got her to explain her lineage and name'
C.O. - 'well done Sargent, good bit of detective work... and what did she come in for?....'

Geezzz, anyway, I finally got back to the mall, and had to be taken home by James to get my spare set of keys as my car keys were in my bag along with my house keys.  Can you imagine what a pain in the A.. all this was ???  Imagine watching paint dry... or better still going down to the police station. .... HAH!

James takes me home and keeps going on about how he needs his passport to go to my neck of the woods, really, people have no idea!  Anyhow, after terrorising my household, James brings me back to the mall or should I say to the scene of the crime, ooo bit CSI'ish eh, and then insists on me having a stiff drink (oi oi, hang on with those trashy thoughts) so he plies me with whiskey water, as that is what he thinks I should be drinking under the circumstances...and eventually after a few... well a lot.. he says I can go home and think evil thoughts on the b.....ds who stole my bag.

Needless to say DC called several times during the day, but I had had enough and really didn't want to talk to anyone,  I think sulking is a solitary hobby, which should be done in the comfort of one's home without any interruptions thank you. 
The next day I get a phone call from the po po, some good Samaritan found the stuff from my bag on the side of a road and brought it in.  The police officer in charge is trying to be funny with me.. literally. I asked him if he had called me in to the station and he said "no' with a very straight face, and when he saw how stricken I looked, he smiled and said he was just kidding and yes he had called and handed me over a plastic bag which was filled with the contents of my stolen bag, needless to say my wallet and the actual bag were gone, but everything else was there. Thank goodness for little mercies! So I overlook the police officer's strange attempt at humour and bugger off right quick

Sometimes human beings aren't half bad...Dx

Friday, June 6, 2008

Well Well

So here I am trying to get ready, I've got a date to go to, for the first time in months,  and DC is calling, really great timing on his behalf.    My son is calling me to the house phone when I refuse to answer my hand phone, and I'm thinking, well it just has to be today innit?
I make it to the restaurant (just about after clunking down the phone and giving the F1 a run for their money) We had agreed on meeting somewhere we both knew, and could have drinks at upstairs later on. I walk in to the restaurant downstairs and my date's not there, the waiter gets me a table close to the huge french windows that looks out into the street which is humming with life.  I order myself a glass of red and look around.
Two minutes later, the waiter shows a family of three to the table in front of me, a western man, his oriental wife (well I presume she's his wife) and their cute child, mixes always make  very cute kids.   I'm thinking to myself, *perfect, a family next to me on my first date*  .   The father/husband whom I shall call Mr.A looks up and stares at me, I ignore it, this is a common occurrence, and not something I particularly enjoy.  Then Mrs. A looks and stares at me, as she's seen Mr A looking at me.  I manage a good impersonation of Marlene Dietrich and light up a cig.  As I look around the cute kid is now looking at me, I catch her eye and give her a *big eyes* look, she gives me half a smile, smart kid. 
It's now half an hour past the time we were supposed to meet and Pierre has not turned up, so I text him and ask him if he's on the way (I don' t usually wait around like a lemon for any date).  He texts back and says he is.   My girlfriend Nina is texting me to see how things are, I told her he's late, she calls back and says he's a "far-ked".  Yeah well I told her I'd finish my glass of wine and if he didn't turn up by then I'd leave.
 Mr A. is still looking over and staring at me, and every time he does, Mrs A rubbernecks around... ggeezzz.  their food arrives, they've ordered a pizza to share to begin with, and as they tuck in, my jaw drops, Mrs A, has taken her shoes off and is now sitting cross legged on her chair eating her pizza, I mean it's bad enough that the waiters have let them in with Mr A wearing shorts and Mrs A in cut off jeans, but sitting crossed legged  on your chair in a restaurant ... So when Mr A stares at me again, I just give him a very cutting look, which says many many things but probably is not getting across as he's probably the type who thinks with a different head if you get what I mean.  I mentally make an effort to not be judgemental and check my phone.
Pierre walks in and apologises  as kisses me on both cheeks (on my face in case all your minds have fallen into the gutter) He says he's sorry he's 15 minutes late, I look at him and say '15 minutes.. what time did you think we were supposed to meet?'  He looks at me, his watch and his phone and says 'um 8.30?'   I sigh. 'actually we said 8 pm , Pierre, I've been here for 45 minutes, and was about to leave once I'd finished my drink, I don't wait around in case you were wondering"  His face goes pale for an instant, I can tell he's flustered, so he looks at me and smiles and says 'I'm so sorry Cheri, I honestly thought it was 8.30pm, I guess I'm going to be in the same ranks as Mr Retro for this mistake!'  I smile at him, he's so sincere, you can tell he feels bad. 
Now all this time I can feel two pairs of eyes on us, I clocked the look Mr A gave when he saw Pierre walking towards me and then when he sat down, and I'm not surprised, Pierre is a tall, well built black man ( I cannot say African American as his blood lines include French, Spanish and Lebanese blood!) once Pierre and I were conversing I looked over my shoulder, Mrs A had her feet back in her shoes on the floor and Mr A. wasn't craning over anymore.  He He He the colour distinction always amuses me.
Pierre orders a lovely bottle of Pinot Noir and the evening goes really well, he pays the bill when we're done and we head upstairs to the bar for a drink.  The DJ who's spinning on the night recognises me and immediately comes over to greet us, as soon as the DJ meets us, I start hissing through my teeth "stop telling him about my DJ ing days"! Pierre is looking at me in amusement.  It's retro night and MR DJ is playing all the songs we both know and love.  By the end of the night, even the bartenders are having fun and are passing us shots on the house!  
Pierre walks me to my car, he's leaving the next day for a 10 day business trip.  It was a great night and I left it at that.  Cest la vie! Dx  

Sunday, June 1, 2008


I have such a terrible cough, I thought it was getting better last week, but I guess with the abuse I've done on the smoking end , it's not surprising that it's still with me. Just like a lot of things in life, your baggage hangs around you like a millstone and the intangible happy moments disappear in a blink of an eye. 
What is it with women our age, that we seem to be divided into two definite circles, those desperetly seeking something and taking whatever comes along and those content to live their lives and wait for the right one. I mean, we bitch and moan about the state of our love life, when we know we have a platheora of choices, which we don't really view as choices, as we disregard the ones we know, we talk and mull over the ones that we do or getting to know, and totally ignore the ones we feel are unsuitable, and lets admit it really, there are more of those than anything else.
When the right moment, with the right one does come along we backpedal.  We meet some really sweet guys who would make perfect boyfriends, and great husbands, but we always think for someone else!  The bad boys are more fun. 
I think it's time to grow up and give up the bad boys and get to know the nerds and the sweet guys.