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Is He Into You?

Tutu's First Post

Two things are bothering me today.

One, Zen, my bestest friend since we were 10 years old, has been flooding my Inbox as well as my hand phone with horoscope predictions. Yes! The crazy woman has finally ditched her Tarots obsession, only to pick up Astrology!
Here’s what the psychics are saying about me today:

(My email prediction)

Aquarius (January 21 ~ February 19)
February 11, 2006
This is the start of something very important for you, Tutu.
You’re in the thick of it as the Sun and Mercury join Neptune in your sign, making with Mars in Taurus, Jupiter in Scorpio and Saturn in Leo, a cross in the fixed signs. You will be challenged on all fronts — at home, at work and in your relationships — and you’re probably more determined than ever to win through, so this is a time when you can actually make considerable headway in your life, despite the obstacles.
Tutu, you’ll be the stronger for it!

(And, from my sms prediction)

Aquarius (21/01 ~ 19/02)
February 11, 2006
With so much favorable celestial energy right now, you are able to see something you couldn't see before. You have the power of insight and this is especially true in relationships with friends. In some ways, you may be greatly disappointed, but not to worry, for it is in fact for the better. In time, you will see.

The way I see it, though there was no obvious contradiction between the two predictions, they do not relate or coincide or have much in common either. And further more, as I have explained this to Zen numerously in the past week, I am not interested in horoscopes! Having said that, I will support her enthusiastic interest in it – seeing that she is my bestest friend since when we were 10 and all – but I do not need to know what the Sun and Mercury, Mars, Saturn and all the other stars in the solar system are up to, really. But does the woman listens? Of course, not! So I’ll have to be enduring all the emails and the sms for a while more, until when she decides to move on to something else. I hope it’s not Voodoo – oh please, no.

The second thing, or person, that is bothering me, is my roommie, Bambi. Actually, I should call her my roommate, not roommie, as roommie refers to someone whom I am close and friendly with. Unfortunately, Bambi and I are not very close, and only marginally friendly.

But hey, before you start having thoughts about me being the hostile and bossy roommate, let me tell you that I did attempt to be friendly, but she wasn’t interested. So, don’t say I didn’t try, ok!? ‘Cos I did try, and I tried pretty hard too! And most people who know me will tell you that I’m a very warm and friendly person; unless if you betray my trust, then that’s a different story – but we’ll talk about that later.

Back to Bambi. We became roommates about three months ago. Actually, I do not have the habit of sharing rooms with people, especially people whom I don’t know very well, but she was desperate, and like I said, I’m a nice person. Bambi is the cousin of a friend of the wife of my colleague – I know, it’s complicated! Anyway, like I said, she was desperate, and since my landlady, Elsa, was agreeable as long as there was a contract as per standard, plus I get to save on rent, so Bambi moved in.

Till today, I have no idea why Bambi was desperate for a place to stay in the beginning, nor do I know anything whatsoever about where she works, what she works as (though there are speculations), or where she’s from originally. I’m beginning to question my own sanity and judgment. She could be a drug smuggler, or a terrorist, or a serial killer.

But then again, I don’t think a terrorist or a serial killer would be stupid enough to borrow my lip gloss and hair brush, wear my clothes, and steal from my coin jar. Her DNAs are everywhere! Ok, you can probably tell I’ve been watching too much CSI.

Anyway, it’s bad enough that my favorite MNG dress has stains down the front and a broken zipper, my STILA lip gloss is permanently MIA, and my coin jar is half empty. They are material goods and are replaceable.

Yesterday, I took half a day off work due to a monster headache, and was really looking forward to a quiet afternoon in bed with two aspirins and a nice hot cup of lavender tea. But when I got home, I heard noises coming from the kitchen. Everyone else was at work, and I immediately imagined a robber, or worse yet, a serial killer? I didn’t have any weapon on hand, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure I knew what to do with it. What if he has a gun? What if there’s a group of them? I was about to turn around and walk back out, go somewhere safe where I can call the police, when I heard giggles.

Giggles!?
And then someone groaned rather loudly, “Oh Bambi, yes baby... oh yessss!”
What???
I know what you’re thinking at this point, and you will be absolutely right!

As soon as I realized what was going on, I headed for the front door. Though it was possible to make it up the stairs without too much noise, I doubt I would feel comfortable knowing what was going on in the kitchen, directly beneath my bedroom. But just as I tried to exit, the door was flung open, so quickly and with such force that I lost my balance and fell backwards onto the floor. Needless to say, I made quite a bit of noise, and so did Elsa, who had just stepped into the house and was surprised to see me sprawled at the entrance, still wearing my Vincci heels.

“Tutu, what –"

“Shhh!” I told her, but it was too late.

There was a moment of silence, followed by the sounds of scrambling, and more giggling from the kitchen.

“Who’s in there? “

I guess Elsa didn’t feel the need to be quiet in her own house. And without waiting for an answer, she headed for the kitchen. I didn’t know how to warn her, so I just kept quiet and remained on the floor.

“What – you again?”

Huh? What?

“I made it very clear the last time. If I catch you bringing men back to the house again, I will call the police and have you both arrested!”

Again? The police?

My curiosity got the better of me. Praying that Bambi and her partner in crime (or lust) were decently dressed, I cautiously made my way towards the scene of the crime.

They were both sitting on the dining table. Bambi had on a short skirt – my skirt! And I only wore it twice! – and a black bra (nope, not mine, we are of different cup sizes, thankfully!). The man, looking to be in his early thirties, was hastily zipping up his pants. Other items of clothing were strewn around the kitchen. There was a wad of something on the stove, and it did not look like a dishtowel.

Neither Bambi, nor the man, appeared to be embarrassed at being caught. They also did not apologize nor pleaded to Elsa about reporting them to the police. Instead, after calmly straightening their clothing, Bambi led the man out of the kitchen, and headed not for the front door, but up the stairs into the room – my room!

Elsa and I were dumbfounded for an entire minute. My mouth was hanging to my knees. And during the silence I swear I heard the rhythmic sound of furniture hitting against the wall due to repeated force from the floor above.

“She’s done it before?” I asked Elsa, but now I wish I had kept my mouth shut.
The answer I got, after a lengthy pause, was: “Tutu, You were the one who recommended her to move in. I am holding you responsible for her behavior. I think both of you should leave.”

I think the horoscope prediction about me facing challenges at home was an understatement – not that I believe in that nonsense.

By the way, did I say there were two things bothering me? Actually, there are three, and the third is: I’m homeless!