Tue, 29 Nov 2011 10:45 pm
The Move
Last weekend, me and Bubble borrowed a van from a friend to move some of my stuff. I was dreading for this day. Not feeling too shabby about the whole moving out process. But I console myself this would be a good thing. New place, new hope & dreams. And...I'd be far away from Bubble.
I was tired from not much sleep the night before. Bubble was being the perfect gentleman that he is. Carried most of the heavy loads. Me on the other hand was sweating profusely. How lady like!!! Blerghhhhh!
After getting all the job done, Bubble wanted to stop by at the end of the lane where my new place would be. What's at the end of the lane? The beach of course. Although it wasn't much of a beach where you can swim and play in the water, the seascape is still breathtaking.
I followed Bubble with some distance between us. I figure standing close to him watching the blue sky while the sea breeze blowing on my face is not a very 'friendly' thing to do. Oh yeah...sure I've pictured us walking hands in hands along the beach plenty of times.....but we know that ain't happening. Guess...I felt guilty reliving my fantasy. So I stay far apart while Bubble went on and on about the beautiful place. There were a few men looking like thugs, sitting under the shade. I could hear them muttering some profanity and it doesn't sound good. We left the place as I was antsy about those guys.
All set to drive back, he stopped again after spotting another lane to a more secluded part of the beach. There's big rocks all over leading to the sea. Bubble went hoppity hop on those rocks. I STRUGGLED!!! Arghhhhhhh! He looked back to see how am I doing, and I force myself to make it on my own. Last thing I need is him offering his hands to pull me up. Bubble went on, on one of his lectures. I stayed far behind, told him I ain't getting any closer because my sandals might get me tripping on them rocks. It was all utter bullshit of course. I have bigger worries than falling flat on my face.
I laughed at his silly joke. I smiled listening to his dream of retiring in a small hut by the beach one day when he no longer wish to work . Seems pretty intimate sharing wishful dreams. But the distance I place between me and him should do the work. So I thought. Then why does my heart go all squirmy listening to him rattling on like this.
We stopped by for dinner. Along some busy street. Street food at it's best. It felt good being with him eating cheap roadside noodles. In my heart, I kept telling myself...it won't be long before I don't have to put up with much more of these wonderful moments with Bubble.
Perhaps I am a miserable person. What kind of person look forward to not spending good times with someone eh? If I could answer that and many more questions that exist in my life.....life would be so easy.
Mon, 14 Nov 2011 7:02 pm
Guilt trips and Supertools.
12/11/2011
Was preoccupied last week with the best friend. We went over to the new place, he helped with some stuff. Basically just moving heavy loads that I couldn't quite manage on my own. It's weird having him and the ex husband under one roof doing these sort of things for me. Then again, my life has never been conventional has it?
We went hunting for curtains and linens the next day. The best friend paid for everything. Including groceries. Hah!!! Guilt trip comes with heavy price tag. Hmm...come to think about it...I seem to be imposing very heavy penalty on these guilt trips. It cost the ex husband 200 over k for his. Hehhehehehhehe! Boy....I just felt like a very sharp razor blade then. Well..that ought to teach the boys to be much nicer to me in future.
Bubble came for dinner once. Didn't stay for long. I did forewarned him about my best friend. I guess he knows better than to fight for my attention.
However, the day after my best friend went back, I made Sarawak Laksa for Bubble. Having been pampered by me with dinner consisting of several dishes usually, the one bowl of laksa did not full filled Bubble's appetite that night. So I made some side dishes while we had our exchange of small talks in my kitchen. I like doing these things for Bubble. Is that bad? Arghhhhh!
After he whacked 2 more plates of Korean noodles, he gleefully took out the anti clockwise clock that he's been dying to show me. His face lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw my smile...err..okay I grinned at the clock. I feel like a kid when I'm around Bubble. There's always a new toy for me to explore. It's nice when someone made a lot of effort for you. Bubble told me those clocks are on loan. Yeah right!!
Something caught my eyes when Bubble opened the back of the clock to show me how he made the mechanism work. I lost my interest on the clock and I carefully took his shiny tool in my hand. Wow! Wee!!! Awesome stuff!!! 
Leatherman Super Tool is something that anyone would be so proud to own. Heck! I wish I had one myself. Bubble let me explore the Super tool. It felt extremely slutty, (if I dare say so myself) for me to caress his tools, running my fingers along that smooth steel blade ....kinky!!! I caught Bubble looking at me and I had to stop myself from drooling at Supertool. Damn!!
We talked until it was way past our bedtime. It was close to 3am by the time I hit the sack. Feeling all happy and warm. There will be a price to be paid tomorrow, when I have to haul arse to get more work done at the new place. Dang!!!
Tue, 1 Nov 2011 6:58 am
Thumpty Thump
How long do you think I'd last before I go insane? I ain't too sure myself. How much more of Bubble could I take? No farking idea, either.
Lately, the phone calls been escalating. Not that I am complaining, but all these stuff is not helping me staying 'platonic' with Bubble. At least not on my side. Hmmmmm!
Was out almost the whole day yesterday cleaning up the new crib. Bubble called in between work time to talk about non consequential stuff. I swear one of these days, we'll be discussing about the weather. Dang!!
One topic that we often discussed is his fixation on Vietnamese bride. I am not sure if he's baiting me, or he's really shallow like most men I know. Generally, most brilliant ideas that his friends came up with (to fix him with some of these girls) was turned down with one very good reason why he didn't end up with a bride.
Apparently not having a property, is a big No No for them (the Vietnamese lass). WTH!!! I don't envy the men. You got to be quite loaded to have a wife apparently.
I was busy again this morning. I hinted to Bubble there's no point making his way to where I am. I reached home around 3 in the afternoon. Was planning on making hummus and beef nachos later. Thought of Bubble and my mobile rang. Gheez..telepathic are we? Bubble told me about his day. I told him about nachos & hummus. Dang!!! I got to stop baiting him with food. He's not a Kitty for heaven sake. 
Dinner was supposed to be 7 ish, but Bubble called again to bring forward dinner time (the man is hungry). Hungry or miss me? Dare I ask. Lols!!! A woman is allowed to day dream, yes, no? 
In the evening, Bubble came with a homemade, card box clock. No kidding. He took out the parts from an old clock and stick it on a plain card board, scribble some numbers on it and more stuff got to be done by us, something to keep us busy after dinner. And the whole foreplay start again. Like a bunch of 5 year old, sitting at the kiddie table. With glitter glue in our hands, we started pimping the clock. Again people....very small clock, small working area and we both were doing the job simultaneously. He was holding my hand longer than usual, while trying to fix the battery into the clock. I decided to stare him in the eye this time. Hah!!! He no dare to look at me.
It's been an hour since he left for home. I was pretty knackered, getting all snuggle up in my bed and came another call from Bubble. Just to check if the clock we made was working. Pffttttt!!!! Clock is fine you dufus..it's me heart that's going all thumpty thump.
Mon, 31 Oct 2011 7:12 am
My Super Multimeter.
On a cold, wet night...what am I suppose to do but invite Bubble over. (Actually I would call him on any given night, just trying to make as much excuses as I could)
I made drunken chicken and sweat peas omelet for dinner. Served with hot steaming rice. Bubble must have been very hungry for he had 3 helpings. We talked, we laughed but we did not sing. After dinner, Bubble asked why was the computer not on. I told him my boyfriend died on me. He mulled over the matter and decided to do something about it. Knowing how attached I am with that pc of mine.
Bubble drove back to his place to fetch his tools. I was still in a daze. Thinking why would someone drive back and forth in the rain just to fix something that he ain't too sure he could fix. But wait on Bubble I did.
Half an hour later, Bubble came back with his multimeter.
Wonderful stuff that is 
, why wonderful??? Well..it gave me plenty of joy. Not that it jolt me to life. But it came close to that. Bubble ripped open the computer, and he began testing all the different components. I assist him of course. It was like one super-duper foreplay. I couldn't remember when was the last time I felt so much electric vibes going on within me. When Bubble lean close to me, his hands ever so slightly brushed mine. Our face so close to each other. WTH!!!!! Is he cock teasing me??? Only I ain't got no cock..so you guys do the math.
By end of the night, I was dying to send Bubble off. I was tired and I couldn't take anymore of the foreplay.
Sat, 29 Oct 2011 8:57 am
Bubble the physcopath?
I was busy the last couple of days. A friend came by for a visit. I of course asked Bubble if he could do the honor bringing her around. Don't think my friend could entirely accept Bubble's quirkiness, but I had FUN watching the reaction on her mush.
Bubble : So, what do you think of him?
Beena : He's annoyingly irritating! What does he do for a living, again?
Bubble : I have no idea. I don't even know his real name.
Beena : OMG! He's a physcopath then?
Bubble : Probably. (Flashed Beena one of my super wide grin)
Beena : What the hell are you letting him hanging around here for?
Bubble : Hmm..for the thrill I guess, my life is super boring now...that man provides good entertainment.
Every time when someone shallow enough display their shallowness, I thank god I am at a deeper level :D
Perhaps mikejames is on to something, not many might want to know him as I do.
On the second day my friend was here, Bubble made arrangement to bring us for 'ikan bakar' which is like 40 minutes drive from my place. Imagine the shock I had when my friend told me to cancel the dinner plan just because she rather go for a movie instead. WTF!!! I am not about to ditch Bubble for some inconsiderate people. So..I told her we are going for this dinner because someone was nice enough to clear his other arrangements to make plans with us.
It was awkward in the car. Bubble was being super quiet. Hmmm...my intuition that he's a mind reader is getting stronger. I tried making light conversation but fail miserably. Gheez..if I could flash and make everything alright,I would.
Good thing by the time we made our way to the table, Bubble was his usual perky self. We had a lovely time, fresh seafood and glorious view of the open sea. Walking back to the car, saw this street vendor selling roasted chestnut. Cabbage is all mad about this stuff, so bought 10rm worth and she started snacking in the car.
Bubble was busy driving, so I cracked open a few for him. Hmmm...cosy. We were in a cosy spot until I reliased we have audience in the car.
People can say anything they like about Bubble. I cannot change their view on him. All I know is..no one has ever brought me simple pleasures in life, quite like he had.
