Fly or Die?

fly or die

Monday, August 16, 2004
Fish! We spend Saturday afternoon cleaning Minnie & Moe's fishtank. My guppies have made good on the world's oldest commandment 'Be fruitful and multiply'. I am a happy grandmother now. "Works great," Matt says as we stared at the tank. He has just installed a new 'get rid of goo' pump thingy in it. "Yeah, nice work," I say and gave him a hug. Did I mention that he always smells nice - like grass after rain - even after 3 hours of fish crap? Anyway, I began to put away the stuff - hoses, pails, etc when he started talking. "I was thinking ..." "What now? Whenever you think, you're up to no good," I tease, and pretended to look disgusted. I do a pretty good I'm-sick-of-you face. "Let's go for a holiday." "A what?" "You know ... stop work for a few days, visit foreign places ... you know, holiday, vacation, time off?" "I know what a holiday is," I say, "but why?" "I don't know," he replies sheepishly, "It'll be ... er ... nice?" "Let me think about it." As always, he doesn't hear me. "Bali? Air Asia goes there." "You cheapskate." "Maldives!" A lightbulb switches on in his mind and makes his eyes gleam, "8 days of bliss." He baits. "8 days? Billy will kill me." "Gee, it's been a long time since I last dived. You too." "Is this you or your mid-life crisis speaking?" "How about it? It'll be fun." "No, not Maldives. It's too far to get home when I'm sick of you." "I promise ... you'll have the time of your life." "Hmm ... that sounds like a threat." "C'mon, I'll be nice." "Hey, shall we get June, Mila and her boyfriend to go too? No?" He looks at me with disdain, "Hey, lets bring the next door Uncle, wife and kids too." "Okay, okay. Not a great idea. But let's see if Billy kills me first," I said. We finally settled on Pulau Redang. Yeah, I know it is a far cry from the Maldives. But gotta support the Cuti-Cuti Malaysia campaign. And it will probably only happen, if it does at all, after the biggie project I'm working on now with Tomas and gang. Nonetheless, the thought of being with him 24/7 for 5 days is scary. Strangely, the proverb "Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea" springs to mind. I might discover too much about him way too soon and vice versa. Am I ready for so much reality? He might not smell so good anymore. Pencil chewed at 12:36:00 pm //
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