Mush Gush

Sometimes, you just have this irresistible urge to sprout something incredibly mushy about the Significant Other, stuff that might make the average, indifferent third party observer cringe in embarrassment, for you. And when this urge strikes, there is this tendency to gush about the mushy stuff.

Not because of any burning desire to declare to the world how perfect one's partner is or how 'complete/pure' the love between the two love birds is. There is of course a sizeable minority who might be thus motivated: primarily those still in the ephemerous high of dreamy romance, frolicking in the warm sunny comfort of puppy love. I am not one of the blessed few, not amongst those still caught in the sweet pangs of youthful love; the Significant Other and I both know how imperfect we are and our love is hardly cherubic or pure. Carnal and consuming might be a more apt description. Heh heh. ^^

But I digress, this tendency to gush upon the onset of a Mush Attack is almost invariably premised on the strange yet simple notion that when reduced to its most basic level is: Even though I may not know exactly why, I just XXXXXXXX you to bits. And an inexplicable need to get it off your chest.

So I happen to be in such a mood now, I don't know why and I don't care. But in recognition of my civic duty not to swamp disinterested readers with nausea-inducing mush, I shall tone it down severely. Tonight's Harry Potter movie was over hyped and with the exception of a couple of fight scenes towards the end, boring. What you did though, my dear, was a very pleasant surprise. Extremely pleasant and shockingly surprising especially considering your previous stand with regards to this whole aspect.

I love you to bits and for some inexplicable reason I just wanted to devour you today. Lock, stock and barrel. From the moment we met up. Now. I know I know, you'll say it's just the dick talking. It's not. It'll do the talking tomorrow. And if the urge to gush mush came about everytime before/after sex, this blog would be a mush pit and be dismissed as trashy spam written by a maniac whose brains have turned to mush from all the sex.

So no, the rush to gush mush is not dependent on the availability of sex (or god forbid, the lack of it). And sex is most certainly not dependent on the urge to gush mush. Did I mention how much I love you dear (even though we piss each other off sometimes)? [Insert various mushy statements.]

In the Heat of the Night - Sandra

In the heat of the night,
You'll lose your heart and sell your soul.
I lose control
In the heat of the night...

The 5 Night Stand

You've gotta love online tests, things you do to while away the time even if you might not have much time to start with in the first place. While blog surfing, I stumbled on this test that I vaguely remember having done before but it was only when I got the results and saw the image of that smug guy below that I realised I'd taken the test long ago... and attained exactly the same result. ^^

Just to qualify the result, which remains surprisingly apt for certain areas (especially the last paragraph ^^), it's a dating persona test. Which means it isn't indicative of one's personality or behaviour during a relationship. But as far as dating (and sleeping around) went, this much was pretty accurate. A fact Sean can probably attest to with some displeasure. Ha ha. Speaking of whom, I suspect he'd fall into either the Boy Next Door (RGLD) or The Slow Dancer (DGLD) category. There is some truth behind that old "Opposites attract" axiom after all.

The 5-Night Stand Deliberate Brutal Sex Master (DBSM) Compassionate, loving, and understanding, but only for one business week, you are The 5-Night Stand. Sex is your primary objective, and you are a skilled manipulator. Therefore, you get LOTS of ass. Most likely, you juggle many men at once; you care about all of them a lot, but each of them a little. It adds up, right? One love. You're not dishonest with people, exactly. It's unlikely, for instance, you'd actually say "I love you," just to get laid; and you might even go as far as explaining "I'm not ready for a commitment" to a potential partner. Of course, when you say it, you'd smile that special smile, like you two have an inside joke. Him. Your exact male opposite: The Boy Next Door Random Gentle Love Dreamer The secret of your success? Every nice person has an instinct to fix the broken dirtbag within you. Women especially have this instinct, because deep down they want their sons to be evil, a genetic advantage. To wit, your most likely occupations are stock broker, lawyer, and photographer. You are a hard worker, because power and success turn you on. ALWAYS AVOID: The False Messiah (DBLM), The Vapor Trail (RBLM), The Bachelor (DGSM) CONSIDER: The 5-Night Stand (DBSM) Link: The Online Dating Persona Test @ OkCupid

You-nut, I nut.

Sunday service is invariably either incredibly boring in terms of the hallelujah-the Lord-saves-prepare yourself for His Coming kind or the usual mind-numbing hellfire & brimstone eternal-damnation to all sinners, faggots, fornicators, alcoholics, materialistic bastards, (Insert any and every kind of 'worldly' vice that comes to the preacher's mind) type. Today was one of the latter, which really was the norm de riguer style of Pastor X.

His sermon, one of a 'short series of four' *Shudders*, was all about controlling one's thoughts, part of the key to being a 'victorious and Dynamic Christian'. Which basically entailed an entire sermon devoted to the ills of pornography, masturbation, fantasising with lust that leads to fornication and adultery, homosexuality. Even sitcoms like 'Ugly Betty' and 'Desperate Housewives' were not spared in the tirade against all things evil and worldly that degrade our 'moral fibre as Christians'. I'm sorry but the only tangible fibre I deem useful is the kind you get from fruit and veggies, not some prejudicial strait-jacketed view thrust upon one from the pulpit.

Anyway, as the sermon carried on, I noted with some bemusement that a rather uneasy silence had descended upon the congregation. No doubt wondering how many gold tiles got ripped off their heavenly palace cause of that wanking off session the other day. I still find it rich how X equated being a Dynamic Christian (as opposed to being a Defeated one) with surrendering one's 'sexual desires to God.'

Here's what he had to say on the subject of humans being sexual creatures (duh); "We are all sexual beings, that is the truth! But we must surrender our sexual desires to God to live as dynamic Christians! *Pause* We are all sexual beings unless you are a You-Nut (how he pronounces Eunuch). *Another Pause* And there are only three ways of being a You-nut. First way is you are born a You-nut. Second, someone chops off your organs and you become a You-nut. Last way, you become a You-nut for the glory of the Kingdom of God!"

With so many nuts in one sentence, one would be hard pressed to think the man wasn't a little nuts himself. Especially the third way of becoming a you-nut (Eunuch). I'm sorry but why the hell would anyone want to be a Eunuch (much less a nut) for the glory of the kingdom of God? You must be a real You-Nut to want to chop off your nuts and all. Which in retrospect, could be his point after all. I dunno it's just nutty.

Anyway enough about you-nuts because I am going nuts myself. The Boyfriend and I haven't met up for two weeks (largely due to work on my end) and I'm going crazy cause I haven't had any intimate physical contact let alone sex in two weeks. No sex for two weeks and no full-course action for three. As noted by Pastor X, we are all sexual beings. Amen to that (and only that). I'm one too and sadly for him, moral fibre of the kind espoused from the pulpit is sorely lacking in yours truly. Sex with the Boyfriend (the full course kind much preferred ^^) of course remains extremely high up on my list of needs as I am sure it is on his.

So thankfully, we do get a chance to meet up tomorrow (thank god for PLC) and god help anyone who knocks on his door cause ma'am I'm sorry but your son will jolly well not answer the door or you when his dick is in my ass or vice versa. As for the good and very loud Pastor X, I won't be taking his advice anytime soon; I'd much rather be Dynamic in Bed than be a Dynamic You-nut without his nuts.

Recap

The past one and a half weeks have been the most eventful and certainly the most tiring yet enjoyable since I started work at the Firm 5 weeks ago. Staying back till eleven at night, marathon 9 hour session meetings, having the entire weekend burnt, the numerous research tasks, more admin and procedural matters to settle, assisting in the preparation of a defence to the opposing counsel's last minute application to strike out; the list goes on.

Needless to say, the erstwhile sacrosanct rule 1 of Surviving Pupillage 101 went out of the window some time ago. Staying back late though, wasn't all too bad. Here's why:

1. You get to know how the system works and milk it for all its worth. Hence, the five dollars dinner allowance and the ability to claim for taxi fare after 8 PM were fully utilised; the dinner allowance was seldom claimed though as dinner was bought back by the secretary and charged to the clients throughout the entire course of the After the day's Trial-Client's meeting sessions. My cab fare came up to about $130.


2. Getting all pally with the secretaries which is good because you hear all sorts of juicy details, know the ground better and best of all, they actually help you of their own accord and willingly at that. This duty is of course reciprocal: you help where you can and with regards to the same case.


3. I found out the pattern of things in liti department: nice & relaxed working hours on normal days, hectic & heavy during the pre-trial and actual trial period. Something I think I'll be able to adapt to.


4. You learn a lot more when you're on a big case. Naturally, you work a lot more too.


5. I saved a lot of money on food. Everything gets charged to the client. Lunch & Dinner during meetings: Client. Pizza hut & Macs over the weekend: Client. Lunch at the Supreme Court Bistro during the trial: Client.


6. I found out a lot of miscellaneous bits of information. Like how the conference room air con remote also works for the unit just above my workstation and how the office or more accurately the people left in the office really evolve after 8 : more chatty, we laugh more and I turn up the volume on my radio (kindly lent by the clerk) by 2 notches.

So even though it was tiring; hauling myself out of bed on some days was a Herculean task, going to work and staying late wasn't a drag. Shag yes, Pain no. Breakfast and Coffee certainly helped to jump start the day. Plus working on this mammoth case did have other benefits, I got to work with a Senior Counsel and an MP, see the way the case was handled and issues addressed, discuss the case, attend 4 days of the trial and see the Judge roll his eyes and diss the opposing counsels.

Some of the more memorable soundbites:

Mr A (Opposing counsel for 1st Defendant who got a real dressing down from the Judge on the first day of the trial and who got scolded daily thereafter): Your Honour, you are being fair to the Plaintiffs but you are not being fair to us, the particulars do not contain....

Judge: Mr A, can you please sit down so that we can continue with the trial? It is already 4.30 PM and you have wasted 30 mins of this Court's time on an issue I have said over and over again is a non issue.

Mr B (Opposing counsel for 2nd Defendant- after the Judge had dissed him on a number of his cross-examination points as being irrelevant): I'm sorry, Your Honour. Now, to return to my last meaningful question.

Judge: Which was yesterday.

Exchanges like these which were sprinkled liberally throughout the different days I attended were reward enough for all the late hours. Three days left for the trial, I've decided to pop in as and when I'm free after the PLC lectures to see the SC in action, this time in jeans and t-shirt while seated in the public gallery.

PLC is in itself a welcome break, 5 months of relative slackness, the ability once again to skip lectures and just laze about at home ^^. The Last Day wasn't bad, I got paid (finally ^^), got a couple of elusive chicks' numbers (even though they're old and wanted to trade numbers - secretaries remain infinitely useful) and went out with a bunch of the guy LA(junior lawyers)s for supper and Wine in what promises to be a monthly affair.

5 more months and I'll be back. And it's a thought which doesn't send chills down my spine or evoke any gloomy dismal feeling. The environment's nice as are the people (at my side at least ^^), the next 5 years will certainly be manageable. :)

Sean says.

I'm sure most of you know about that stupid game, Simon Says, where a person says "Simon Says pull your left ear" and everyone has to pull his/her left ear, etc, etc. It's a game that's almost inevitably used as an 'ice-breaker' due to the sheer lack of preparation needed and the ability to make people do retarded things in the spirit of 'getting to know you better.' I say it's stupid because attempting to be an excellent listener and executing the most ridiculous sort of actions perfectly, simply cements one's status as an excellent peon.

Plus obeying commands from an unknown entity called Simon is neither logical nor appealing. Unless Simon happens to be a cute, hot, toned guy and Says ," Let's Fuck." Then I'll do as Simon Says. But when the Boyfriend says something, it needs to be addressed, quickly, even if I don't always agree with it.

So ok la, I haven't been mentioning him much in the past few posts which have been by and far largely work related. But dear, I'm pretty sure you do not wanted to be lumped together with lawyers with a lame sense of humour or in a post bemoaning the drudgery of work. Plus you know, the fact that I haven't been talking about the two of us doesn't mean I've forgotten about you.

We're still the same, glad to have each other for company, maybe a little more time together would be nice but on the brighter side of things, we save more money and have less time to argue about stupid things. Like why I went to watch transformers. (Ha ha kiddin). The conversation's the same, the company still appreciated, sex remains great. Alright, I won't mind more of the latter and I'm talking about the full course kind, work feeds the sex-drive more and you know my penchant for anal sex.

But basically, all I'm saying is that whatever I feel for you is not dependent on the number of times I mention you/us on the blog la you kotek and I know you know that too. So I'll just put that comment down to you having had a little too much to drink during that Villa Bali sojourn with Gerard and Gavin. ^^

I'm of course not blameless and Sean has said I'm becoming a workaholic, which I'm not, trust me. But when there are a multitude of things to be done within a tight span of time especially during this pre-trial period, staying-back late and burning the weekend is inevitable. So no point complaining about that right? :)

Even though I do space out sometimes, like earlier while on the phone with him while waiting for the cab I just called, I told Sean I'd call him back cause I needed to call my Dad to ask him to iron my work wear for tomorrow. Then the cab came and I got off the phone with my dad. And I clean forgot about returning the call; my mind instead filled with thoughts about the necessary documents/ authorities preparation before tomorrow's trial, additional issues for the research topic, necessary books to bring along, what time I had to haul myself out of bed in order to reach office by 7.40 AM, etc.

It was only when he called some 10 mins later as I was reaching home that I suddenly remembered I was supposed to return the call. He was understandably vocal in the loud but not pissed way when I told him I'd clean forgotten about returning his call. But I plead fatigue, after all staying back late for 4 days in a row and having my entire weekend burnt does exact a toll.

Still it's something I'll have to get used to, at least the pattern is discernible now. Relatively easygoing on normal days and really hectic/busy during the pre-trial and trial period. The DPP knows why I'm not complaining, that much. As for you dear, I'm still the same, maybe just in greater need of some recharging via my very favourite activity a-la-full course action. :)