Taking a bite out of my weekend

I had a great weekend - far better than I even expected. After work on Friday I rushed home, did the shower-hair-makeup-wardrobe-mirrorcheck routine and dashed out to meet JC for a much needed coffee. At 11 pm dropped off JC and went to pick up Lars for a night out at Gianpula, which turned out to be fun. The only upsetting thing about Friday was that on our way out of Gianpula this freaky-looking guy stopped me in my tacks with (get this.... TOP pick-up line turn on phrase coming your way - NOT...)

Ha nigdmek, hi!

Which translates to: Lemme bite you, girl!



Eeeewwww! A primitive insane reflex action led me to turn my head towards the speaker to examine this very troubling genetically deficient ape-like male specimen. Meanwhile I was giving him my 'drop-dead-and-rot-in-hell' glare. Seeing that he was the size of King Kong's older brother, I reluctantly decided that it was best not to hit him (metaphorically) with one of the many snide remarks in my warding-off-unwanted-admirers arsenal or (literally) with my totally cute and stlylish hardback handbag.

Closer inspection of the ill-groomed creature proved that he also suffered deficiencies in the oral hygene department. And I imagine this guy fancies himself to be some kind of dark intriguing vampire-style seducer of defensless womenfolk, loving his women to death etc. Well I guarantee you that the very thought of this guy biting into anything (let alone anyONE!) is disgusting enough to kill said defensless womenfolk on the spot! Gag! Gag! Gag!

But moving on to better things... Saturday and Sunday morning, I spent working on my laptop (hang on... did I say 'moving on to better things'... erm...)

But that effort was well rewarded on Sunday afternoon which I spent lounging in the most relaxing environments imaginable... so really hard work does pay off, once in a while!

And it's Monday again and back to work!

TGIF - will make up for it at the weekend!

So TGIF! Yippeee! Or well, I would like it to be yippee! But since I am behind with absolutely everything, I will be spending most of the weekend inside cramped in some weird position on my bed with my faithful laptop, books flying out of my ears and a pitcher of coffee on my bedside table.

Writing. Typing, typing.

Typing hard. Harder. The letters on my keys fading.

Save. Proof. Edit. Read. Re-read. Send.

Sit. Wait for a reply. Longingly. Hoping for one reply and fearing another.

Oh well!

However, this evening I am going for coffee with JC and later will head out to THE local summer club (aka Gianpula) with Lars and E. I have decided to postpone all the hard work until tomorrow and Sunday. Call it procrastination. Call it burnout deflection. Call it what you want. But it reminds me of a phrase Frank (Nicolas Cage) says in the film Bringing Out the Dead:

“Distraction. Destruction. I feel the need!”

Truth is that a good part of my brain has been taken over by some hedonistic persona which unbeknown to yours truly had been lurking in the shadows, just waiting for the right moment to pounce on me and take over in manner of guerrilla-warfare-tactician. So prior to meeting JC I have decided to go and do some serious shopping (aka more damage to my bank account!) I feel like buying myself something new, but the shop windows with all their lime green, crazy yellow and psycho pink are going to let me down I fear. Perhaps, at least some accessories. Or a bag and new shoes. Hmmm! Am feeling decidedly better already.

Hopefully Gianpula will be good tonight. And I'm not just talking good I'm talking a blast!

Then I'll make up for it tomorrow morning by working non stop. Eeek! And once these deadlines are past, I have decided to treat myself to a spectacularly luxurious spa-type weekend break in Gozo! Now, that’s something to look forward to!

Well, as I always say: I’m a girl, so I can get away with it! (Or rather, I always manage to at any rate!)

Have a great weekend all!

Take care and keep in touch!

Spike's Feng Shui

It is with great regret
that I am writing
to inform you that
Spike
is Dead.

He stood
silent
on a windowsill
for eighteen months.

Motionless.
Unobtrusive.
Undemanding.

Then,
riding on a drunken wave
of unbridled courage
he set sail upon a gust of wind
veiled
as promising spring air.

Spike sprung through nothingness -
hopeful,
he took the leap.

The wind slowed,
its swell decreasing
suddenly.

Most regrettably
Spike landed not on my bed -
as I imagine was his original intention
(being
an obelisk-shaped cactus
complete with
a pink flower
perched on top.)

He came to rest
against
the cold tiled floor of my room,
his body mangled
and twisted
and broken.
Not his intention,
I'm sure.

My windowsill
looks plainly
onto my bed,
just a foot away.

The wind
smiles upon successfully
ridding my room
of bad
feng shui.

Spike is dead.

Hope lives
in the smile of
the wind.

Perhaps the next plant
to grace my windowsill
will be
a
ghost orchid.

Intense

Last weekend, I had a blinding flash of light over a cosy dinner garnished with some intense conversation... and no the flare wasn't caused by an ominous case of stormy weather or faulty light bulbs firing up! I realised that I am apparently helplessly drawn to all things intense. This hit me with a bang while my host and I were having a seemingly innocuous conversation.

Misinterpreting the puzzled look which clouded my face (which usually means that I am pretty close to some Eureka-type moment of revelation!) my host asked me what was wrong. Briefly testing my intensity theory I deviously deflected the conversation on a subject which was sure to capture all his attention.

I put my thoughts on hold until the time when I would step into my car and drive – because that is when I think best. Once the meal was concluded with dessert and time came for me to part from my dining companion my mind eagerly revved to the intensity business. Thoughts and memories confirming my theories came in waves which ebbed and flowed to the tune of my diesel engine.

My reflections, during the twenty-minute drive home proved my theory. I cannot deal with bland apathy and blunt impartiality. They are as dead as dinosaurs and as boring as a hollow bark of a tree (an expression which reminds me of someone I once used to date! Don’t even try to get this one – it’s a joke between my favourite three people; me, myself and I! Just kidding…)

Then intensity slithered alongside my car, sliding over the dew on the badly-surfaced tarmac road. Intensity presented itself along with two cars speeding and overtaking each other behind me. I had to swerve violently to get out of the way of the crated-up cars, seemingly fresh out of the Fast and the Furious or perhaps even Gone in Sixty Seconds, seemingly racing each other without having much control of their cars’ progress on the by-pass.

So close to my heart is the need to feel intensity, which is really all about the energy of life in its purest form, that I have written this haiku. .

Intensity is a double-edged sword

When its frosty blade cuts you

It severs.

I think that the Zen Master would like that!

Now, on a more mundane note - can someone please explain to me why these tough rider wannabes think that speeding about the Maltese roads in the early hours of a humid morning is a good idea?

Long time!

Admittedly I haven’t checked in on you guys in a long time. It’s been such a long time that in fact I am not even going to try and justify this. It’s too complex and personal – even for an ‘anonymous’ blog such as this. Suffice it to say that all projects are back on track-ish’. (Ish being the ever important suffix type-thing!)

A couple of emails from concerned friends, pissed off regular readers and people completely unknown to me (hailing from New York to Kent to Milan and Australia) made me rethink my idea of taking the blog offline. Which is perhaps a good thing.

Just a note regarding what’s been happening on my planet for the past erm, ahem since, well, (GAWD! Now I feel really bad…) since May 4 th. Obviously I am a very bad person, and possibly even a worse blogger – I have not blogged in a MONTH. In OVER a month actually. Ooops! Oh well!

No – just in case you were wondering, this absence of mine is not due to my having won the lottery (as self had erroneously predicted) having spent all the cash and now being indebted to the little evil bank manager person! I could obviously adjust all too easily (perhaps also naturally) to the lavish life of constantly jetting around on expensive planes / yachts / cars / helicopters with good looking men, having A-list male celebrities in punch-outs and possibly Mexican Standoffs fighting over moi… Not that it has ever happened, but it could… Hey, come on I’d be worth it, non?

Acutually, I had a couple of setbacks - perfectly normal thing, afterall one cannot expect to be getting one’s way all the time. Tee hee! Yes, I say ALL the time.

Will have to get self forgiven with a couple of good posts… so will be working on that in the very near future!

Meanwhile if anyone knows the correct lotto numbers for next draw please EMAIL ME! (Yes, I know, this is getting delusional, but so what?)