Breasts!Breasts! Everywhere..

When Aaron walked into the office Wednesday,

his eyes almost popped out.

“What’s with the blatant display of breasts today?”

Once again, Gayle and I have unwittingly,

subconsciously connected (somehow)

and come to the office with low-cut tops on.

(Me because I was too lazy to iron something more decent

(which is not to say it was very indecent)

Gayle because her udders are humongous no matter what she wears)

It’s like one of those days when we come wearing the same colour

Or we start humming the same song, at the exact same time

Or when we PMS together

Or when our periods come on the same day…

And why miss an opportunity to blog such an occasion?
“Aaron, will you take a picture of our cleavage please?”

I ask, sweet as pie.

He turns, he hesitates.
Then he turns back,

“How many times in a man's life is he asked to take a picture of girls’ chest AND handed the camera too?”

he says, eyes gleaming.

But this is no normal post

This is a Tribute.

To Gayle: My Milk Cow

You see, she’s quitting.

Yep.

No more crazy G and A stories.

No more singing at the top of our lungs to Tenacious D.

No more taking our PMS out on each other.

No more crazy blogging/commenting days.

No more fucking IPOD being waved in front of my nose.

We've only known each other for nearly a year

but o what a great year its been

one of us turned gay

the other became single after nine years of successive couplehood

and amidst all that there were

tales of sexual escapades

rants about Penang drivers

the most random thoughts

(that you never thought any one would dare say aloud)

There was Taboo

and chicken stew

God, I can't go on.

She says she wants

her life to be more organised

more progress

more money

more education

If not for her

my first office job would have killed me

but she made me see

how good it could be

and now she's fucking leaving

(this is the bitch that interviewed me)

We've given each other pep talks

recognition when needed and earned

hell, she holds the award

for the best(sweetest) email ever written about me

to others

(I doubt there are that many good ones anyway)

I really can't imagine

life without Gayle

Can you?

This is why

when we throw her a farewell party

I shall cry my eyes out

just to make the bitch feel like shite.

but anyhoo,

Thank You, I do love you.