Little town, it's a quiet village, Everyday, like the one before...

Tale as old as time,

True as it can be,

Barely even friends,

Then somebody bends,

Unexpectedly...

 

Caught Beauty and The Beast The Musical yesterday and the little girl who believes that fairytales do come true was ignited in me for 2 hours and 20 mins. 

 

At 5.30pm, when the curtains closed, when the actors took their bow, I woke up... realised and saw that life... is just as it is, and fairytales only come true on stage where everything is make believe.

I Quit.

Yesterday was liberation day. I was emancipated. The feeling was priceless.

25 more days till my last day. Then I'll be on holiday for 10 days until a new beginning.

 

Thought about going to Hong Kong but I should not spend money I don't have yet.

Thought about going to Singapore and again, I should not spend money I don't have yet.

... stay put I shall and sleep in till lunchtime, be a couch potato and pamper myself when I feel like it. 

Time will be at my disposal. 240 hours of awesome-ness.

 

Finally... a major happie has been bestowed upon me.

Tonight, a foot massage and Wentworth Miller.

Life's gooood this week.

My American Boy...

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.

He said Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peeking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm a like what's underneath them.
And no I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits.
First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bedroom.
I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy.

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.

Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Café.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I've never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dressed in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker's looking Fresh to Death I'm lovin' those Shell Toes.
Walkin that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy.

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.

-Estelle feat. Kanya West

My official Bali song, this is. Was playing on MTV while I was getting ready for dinner and I have been lovin' it ever since. Do hope to step foot in the U.S. of A. one day again. It's been 11 years since... and the SATC tour will be a must-do. MUST.

Something good has come my way and I don't want to jinx it before it is confirmed but I hope to be moving to greener pastures soon:) Finally....

This will be a major happie. MAJOR.

Sometimes you feel like slamming the door shut and locking it from behind you.

You want to find depth again when everything seems shallow. You feel uninspired. You may not always know what's right eventhough you think you do but hey, neither does everyone. And until each party acknowledges that they are not always 100% right all the time (only God is), a healthy mutual ground will not be found. Battles will continue raging... silent spells conjured...

 

All you can do is take a deep breath and in your own time, take the dive into the unknown again because you don't want to give up. Because you see that there is worth in something. And until you lose the strength to try. Until you realise you've done all you can and it's hopeless to force something that is just not meant to be, you will keep going back for more. Because your heart is battling with your head. And because, your momma taught you better.

'When?' is the question.

Parents flew off to Phuket this morning.

Em is in Perhentian.

KT is in London.

Birdy will be flying to Penang later.

 

Wish I was anywhere else but here at work. Still waiting for my chance to abandon the ship I'm in.

 

If you find yourself dragging your ass out of bed every morning and not looking forward to going to work, it's a sign. Don't get me wrong, I like what I do. I basically spend money for the company. Have a comfortable budget to play with. And I get to meet and network with interesting people from various organisations on a regional scale. It's the other rotten ingredients that spoil the soup. Seems like there's a million reasons to leave, and none to stay if I want to continue to grow.

 

Quando, quando, quando is the question...

Just so that it is recorded somewhere...

What did I say... bad things come in 3s and no. 3 striked.

 

Over the weekend I experienced the worst case of food poisoning. Vomitted twice. Purged for 9 hours. Dizzy spells. Tummy aches. Lower BP (I already have low BP).

Doc said, "If you're still purging and if your BP continues to drop, I will have to start you on a drip." I was in too much pain to react.

 

Felt like a withered rose. And I completely lost my appetite. Looking at food just made me feel like throwing up and I'm still regaining my strength. I reckon I cleared a whole lot of toxins but it was not worth it. Have like 2 types of antibiotics to complete now. One for this (food poisoning) and another for my ear infection (I can still hear the echo). I can't figure out what I ate that triggered the flushing mechanism in my body. The only meal I had on Friday was a plate of seafood pasta but it could not have been that, or could it be it?

 

No Country For Old Men was to me, a film for fans of the Coen brothers. Must say Javier Bardem did an excellent job in bringing chills down my spine, like Anthony Hopkins did in Silence of the Lambs. Coincidentally, he also won an Oscar for his superb performance. Perhaps it's easier to deliver a convincing portrayal as a psychopath.

 

Shoes! Shoes and more shoes! It's the Nine West members only sale tomorrow! Shall flutter over to Pavilion during lunchtime and see if there's anything to grab :) Hey, retail therapy is the best therapy, right?

Don't know how this happened...

At 5.30am yesterday I was awoken by some scratching noise inside my right ear and the next thing I know, it's blocked. Started jumping on one side and tried to sneeze by sniffing Honey's fur (yes I actually hug a bear to sleep and no I didn't name him - was embroidered on his left paw when I got him) to clear the pressure but to no avail.

 

You know the feeling when you have water in your ears? Same thing but it's worse and painful. Doc said I caught an infection and that my ear drum is swollen. I can hear myself when I talk now, there's an echo and it's irritating me. 

 

Took the day off and with the volume louder than usual, P.S. I Love You was my movie of choice. It was another disappointment. BD, don't expect too much. No, I didn't cry a bucket of tears. Only managed a drop or two towards the ending. Lead actress played by Hilary Swank was not convincing enough as the grieving widower in my opinion. Gerard Butler as the dead husband was nevertheless charming in his Irish accent. Last I read, he's going out with Cameron Diaz now.

 

This weekend I'm planning to watch No Country For Old Men. Hope it won't be a let down. But you know what they say... bad things come in 3s.