The Same Old Story
Looking in this morning filled me with melancholic nostalgia and reminded me of an incident many years ago when my father paid a surprise visit while I was a second year student.I was breaking every single rule of the hostel with a KFC take-away, a bottle of cheap wine and a girl in my room. Luckily my roommate - who promised to occupy himself elsewhere for a while - saw my father arriving and came to warn me. I shoved the wine and the food into the flustered girl’s arms and told her to disappear out through the back where I brought her in. I rushed down the stairs to intercept my father to give her a chance to get away.
“I did not expect you,” I said and he said that he wanted to surprise me. Well, he certainly did that but for some reason it felt more than a disturbance.
“The same old staircase,” my father said, reminding me for the umpteenth time that he studied at the same institution and lived in the same hostel when he was my age. “The same old rooms,” he said as we entered my room. By that time he had tears in his eyes. “The same old wardrobes,” he continued as he opened the wardrobe. To my consternation it revealed an embarrassed girl standing there with disheveled hair; a bottle of wine and a KFC box in her hands.
“She… She just came to fetch a book,” I managed to say.
My father looked at me with something immeasurable in his eyes and with a long sigh said: “And the same old excuse.”
So now I come here ascending the familiar old stairs and walking the haunted passages of CS; heading straight for the blogs. I observe a lot of new faces, a lot of missing faces and even more of the old faces.
And I say to myself, what a wonderful… Shit no! Still the same old… what! I don’t know but somehow it is still the same old … uh… whatever.
But it is great seeing you guys again.
Have a wonderful day
Comments (47)
Hope life has been treating you good and you stay around awhile. So good to see old faces again and old feet on cs staircase, your only after a book after all
Yes, just a book and it's not even about anatomy either.
Hmm, some of those quote make one think. It is such a pity that that too is now being commercialized.
Great to see you haven't lost all your lives yet, mate......
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Howzit mate!. Good to see ya too.
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Yes, I saw her when I looked through the blogs. It's a pity she does not like cats.
I was looking all over for you
But I was here with me all the time.
Whatever you’re making for lunch, make it two please?
I'm defrosting some fish.I'll make enough for two. If you don't claim yours within the next six hours I'll eat it for supper.
How are you young man? Hope life has treated you well.
Indeed! Especially when your professor was your father's roommate.
The fish is a Red Roman and we have them in abundance and they are easy to catch if you're at the right place.
Your looking good,nice to see ya.
You have two hours before I foreclose on the deal.
Some people say the stomach (middle part) is best but I prefer the firm meat of the tail. My mother was crazy about the head but I don't have all that patience. I put it in the same category as crayfish heads and chicken feet - too much trouble for too little meat.
Thank you and you look even better. Gosh. if you were closer...
keep implying I'm a lazy bones and I'll be having you on that magic coffee table of yours
wonderful seeing you FurryFoot
loved your " same old story" loved how your dad replied to you " same old excuse" perfect
Now I know who you got your way with words from ....
as for not liking cats, new or old for you I'll always find an excuse
Oh nothing. My old man was quite nice about it. He told her to get out of the wardrobe as it is too dark to read in there. Then he had a glass of wine with us and gave us money for the movies before he left us in peace.
You should not say such things, My heart is pumping custard.
My late maternal grandma was a Hakka ( one of the major groups of varieties in Chinese ) and it was our family custom to serve her the fish head.
We save fish heads for the elders to respect their status and fish eye for school going children so that they will be clever
To be honest, I’ve eaten my fair share of fish eyes and all I can say, MiMi is none the wiser
As children we fought about the eyes but that was when last I ate a fish eye - or a fish head for that matter.
I don't eat cooked or steamed fish. It must be grilled (preferably) or fried.
If fish eyes made people wiser, I would have been one of three men paying tribute to a boy in a manger before I was sixteen.
MiMi loves loves loves steamed garoupa ( grouper )
Hope you are doing well
I just googled your garoupa and quite frankly, if I should catch one over her I'd throw it back. I'd be too scared to eat it as it looks very much like the poisonous puffers we get here,
You must give me the name of your plastic quack. every time I see you you look younger.
how is life treating you?
Life is treating me just fine. It is death that sneak around that worries me. Not my own but those of other people around me who are my age. At this rate I will run out of company soon.
I want some of the anti-aging products too coz my Arty might trade me in for a newer model
I saw some cooked specimens and it looks delicious but I wont prepare it. I'd be too scared that it be its poisonous cousin.