Here we are

It rained today. After a really long time.

When i got out of french class, the concrete had on a fresh coat of rain, the pathways were strewn with blue velvet from jacaranda trees, few drops of rain still lingered around the metal structures.

It was the last day of the A-year. Of course there is the exam week, to that add the upcoming comprehensive exam which i am chairing, year-end paperwork such as reports to be written and responsibilities to be handed over to summer alternates. One would feel obligated not to relax. But i felt pensive, and let my mind wander. Must have been the rain.

Truth be told, i come here primarily to talk to myself. Haven't been here though for some time, not sure what that means.

So tell me, how am i doing?

Mr. jones was visiting me during the memorial day weekend. His first time here. We had a tiff the night before, which made me cry and him paranoid thinking i was gonna break up with him or some. Well, i gave him bit of a reason i guess, when he called a few times and i didn't pick up. Anyway, we made up, and it was a blast as usual. I took him to an island, we almost missed the ferry because of the mean person at the counter, but the girl at the dock let us on, and by the end of the day i proved to mr jones that for every mean bloak you encounter, there exist four nice ones. Hehe.

Once on the island, we pretend sailed in our petit bateau, sat by the beach watching people and analysing the shoes, :-P (mr jones made me toss my heels, i can't believe, making me a whole foot shorter than him!), playing soccer with a runaway ball that was dancing on the wave, and driving around the island for hours in a golf cart. Mmmm...t'was a golden day. The wind was chilly when we got back on the ferry and he kept piling up jackets on me, hmm, sometimes he just treats me like a baby! Oh, and as the ferry started sailing out came this silver lining along a grey cloud on a golden sky. People ooh-ed, a rush ensued, cameras clicked, videos rolled, but i just sat comme une chatte contente leaning on his shoulder, oblivious of this rare natural phenomenon.

We didn't get to go dancing this time, guess whose fault it was! Ummhmm...i was almost all dressed up, and then...oh oops...hush, you silly! :-P Anyway, i did get a sweet buzz on my way back home that night, but mr jones wanted to discuss future, twenty years from now! Eek that kinda killed my buzz! He did let me in on his plan of sailing around the world and eventually moving to Spain. Well, even though i was TUI, i encouraged him to fulfill his dreams. (Later, me and my sis had a good laugh imagining myself as a blithering Passepartout to mr jones' precise Fogg, foiling his pristine plan with my trademark free wheeling ...hahahaha).

Shh, we also found out that neither of us likes to drive, what's more, mr jones actually called me a nonchalant driver! Hmph! Well, be that as it may, (nonchalant, moi? LOL) being the older of the two, i held my tongue, and gulped the adjective down.

Well, c'est tout!

Not really.

Mr jones broke down right before leaving, goodbyes were getting to be increasingly tough, he said. And when i came back from the airport and saw his empty closet, i could no longer hold it together either.

I have never been here. Dunno where we are going. Pas vraiment.

Beautiful journey though. Wouldn't trade it for the world.