Mossy (Faux) Dashing.

Cables on my Mossy (Faux) Dashing...

It isn’t turning out to be very dashing at all.

Due to some strange reason (I suspect because I had forgotten all about the pattern), Mossy just isn’t turning out right. Bleh.

Anyway, I have resigned myself to having two panels of cables running up past the thumb area. O’well…it’ll still be nice fingerless gloves anyway.

On a completely non-knitting related matter, I have decided. June/July will be the date irrespective of whether Nil has a job or not…and whether my parents approve…or not. Will say more but not now.

I need to decide.

Y’know, I think he loves you more than you love him. Don’t take too long to decide if you want to risk it all to be with him. You’re not made for long distance relationships. And knowing you, once you go on another path, Nil will be the last thing on your mind. You need to decide.

In between two jugs of red sangria, this man, Le Jazz, who was once more than a friend told me everything I needed to know. Of course it was more than just what I wrote above but basically the idea was just that: I need to decide.

Distance has a way with relationships, particularly with people who don’t do well with separation and lack of attention. I am one of those people and am not afraid or shy to admit it. I need affection, physical and emotional affection. I need intellectual stimulation. I need to be there for someone I love. So when distance parts me with a loved one, it makes things harder – needs get shoved aside or worse, it gets fulfilled through another way.

To make matters worse, I have just been told that I am a born flirt who has a way with words; “flirtatous and tactful” was how he put it. Put me together with a man whom I find insanely attractive, some booze and all hell will break loose.

Part of me worries that if this keeps up – the distance, the distractions and so forth – I will slowly begin to find fault with Nil and worse, fall out of love with him which I don’t. I may profess to be attracted to another person but my heart will never feel anything for him. Nevertheless, the one thing that I cannot deny is this: sometimes the mind has a way of manipulating the heart and soul to fulfill certain needs. So if two people who are attracted to each other were placed together in the same room, it is only safe to assume that something will happen. Not the kind that you’re thinking of, but it’ll be something that is enough to trigger a reaction from everyone.

And I don’t want it to. I want to be in love with one man forever…this man. Deep down inside, I just want to be with him; I just want to eliminate the distance factor. With it out of the picture, everything will become right again…as it used to be before we ran into this roadblock.

I miss him. A lot. Too much. It hurts. No one can ever be quite like him.

I used to think that giving myself six months or more to decide would be enough but I realized yesterday that it’s not good enough. I need to know now…otherwise I risk losing the one person who is good for and to me.

Now…now would definitely be a good time.

Drunken vainpot.

Sometimes I’m just all nice and shy. Maybe even cheeky. Other times, I am crazy, boozy and flirty.

Hmm. Should I go to bed? Hmmm. OOOO...bedtime!

Have it any way you like but you cannot deny this: me = drunken vainpot!

Right now, I’m off to bed…with a buzz from the two jugs of sangria. WHOA!

Choices.

Of lately, I’ve been toying with the idea of going back to school.

Specifically grad-law school.

I have been wondering why this sudden yet intense fascination with the law and if it had anything to do with either the nature of my work (I have been doing mostly legal work) or my rather smallish exposure to media law and IP during my years of study as a mass communication graduate. No, it has precious little to do with my fascination for lawyers…although I haven’t actually decided if I want go into the practice or not. Yes, even though I have worked on family law, conveyancing, a little bit of corps and now trade practices, I am gravitating more towards intellectual property law with a general mix of business law. It is after all something I’m familiar with…media law would be better though. ^.^

Anyway, the trouble with this option is that law in France isn’t easy nor short. Unlike the postgraduate courses that I had in mind (either in Singapore or Australia), the ones in France run for at least two years and are taught entirely in French. Considering that my French isn’t exactly up to conversational level, the thought of reading something in French is horrifying. Add the fact that it’s le droit and…well, you know what I mean.

So many things to consider. There is Nil…money…time…possibility of babies…ack.

Choices, choices.

Don’t forget me.

Just so you will remember…

…how we came to meet…

…how we came to love…

…how we came to be.

How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Just so you will remember.

I do.

So don’t forget me.

Knitting hiatus.

But only for a short while.

Work has been a bytch, I’m tired…VERY (I am not too sure if it’s PMS or what… )…and I need to finish off Les Bleus plus a wrap top for myself. Gifts for other people will just have to wait for now.

Le Lapin, please tell Sharpie that I’m sorry that I can’t do a little something for his coming bun.