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Sunday, February 05, 2006

An Old Friend

I was out at the dance halls the other night, with my trusty ole’ dance shoes on, dancing on the dance floor to the “danciest” part of “Sweet Child O’ of Mine”, when I spotted an old friend of mine thru the masses from my childhood, from across the floor. Her mother was best friends with my mother and I’m sure we pretty much spent the first twelve years of our lives together, right thru from play school, up to the end of primary school. We lost contact after that I suppose. This was the girl, that when our mothers were drinking coffee and talking, we were showing each other our “bits” and questioning how our “versions” worked! “Yock! Where’s your willy!?”. “I haven’t got a willy!!!! “Why not? Where does your pee come out……..out there? Yock!!

Anyways, I went up to her and introduced myself. She didn’t remember me at first; apparently my appearance has changed drastically from my youth. I went from being a small, fat, blonde child to a tall young man with a mop of dark curly hair! She had changed too, her beautiful blue eyes were still the same, (that’s how I recognised her at first) but she was now a stunning young woman, and it was funny to think this was the person whose books and purple school uniform I threw up all over in First Class!! Ha!!

We chatted anyways bout stuff, “You still at the bottom of the hill?”, “Yup, you still at the top of the hill!!?!” The thing was, after I told her I was in final year in college, she told me she was married with two children and introduced me to her husband!! I was like “Wow, She’s all grown up now!” That sweet young girl, who made me play shop with her, had two young girls of her own now! We said our goodbyes and parted. It was really good seeing her and catching up with her, but I was so frazzled at how much her life was different to mine. I wish you and your family all the best Blue Eyes…..

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Current Listenings

Pallus is currently listening to:

The Las: The Las

Garden State Original Soundtrack

29: Ryan Adams

Depeche Mode: Singles 1981-1985

The Smashing Pumpkins: Adore

Foo Fighters: In Your Honour

The Strokes: First Impressions of Earth

Wilco: Being There

The Magic Numbers: The Magic Numbers

The Frank and Walters: Souviners

Crimson: Blarney 00

La Cuache: Matmatah