So ziza has added me as admin to this blog for quite some time now, but I never managed to gather my words together and type down anything for the longest time – no matter how hard I felt I needed to do so. I guess it has finally come, that urge to spill out my thoughts into this stream of cyber noise.
I’ve been living in Singapore for the past year and three months – can’t believe it’s been that long. Time flows in the tropics at it’s own pace with no season to mark any perception of time. It’s either rain or sunshine, day after day, everyday of the year. Not that I am complaining, I am not a fan of cold weather nor winter fashion for that matter. And I just noticed how lousy my writing style is.. eek!
In any case, I had a fall out with the bf this weekend, an after-shock of several preceding. This time it knocked down anything that was left in our relationship as we knew it – as in, since I moved to Singapore to live with him. It was Friday night, I had been out for industry drinks and had downed one pinte of beer in one go before I left the event to meet him for dinner. Over French food and good wine, he cornered me, oh so sly! and I confessed.
I had cheated on him.. he demanded for details I hid stuff, we left the restaurant and didn’t exchange any words for the next two days. Until Sunday, I came back from the Arabic class I give every morning. He was there, on the couch, looked me straight in the eye and said the plagued words – I’m breaking up with you.
…tbc
