Random Mid-Week Thoughts...

... that went through my head until lunch beckoned.

• I have no problems with the toilet seat being up. If it's up, just put it down. It's that simple. Don't think it is something you should fret and enhanced your fine lines over. And no, not only men do it. Women do too. I have walked into a ladies public toilet and found the seat up a few times. There are other things that turn me off in a man e.g. not keeping his fingernails short, clean and dirt free. In addition, men who grow their pinky fingernails longer than their other fingernails. Some say it's a feng shui thing but sorry to say, I find it gross and unacceptable.
• Massa and I have a common denominator. We've both fractured our skull. And no, you don't hear the voices of people talking to you when you're in a coma. It's like being in a deep slumber. Get well soon Massa. Although I would love to see Schumi race again and try to bring some glory back to Ferrari. However, I believe one should not return when they have retired unless necessary circumstances requires them to. Defeats the purpose of retiring. I also believe every F1 driver wants to race in a Ferrari at one point in the span of their career.
• Leave approved *cheer*. Dream Par-Don is now possible but we still need to lock-in some details before a decision is made on flying to another continent in December. There will be fabulosity, if it happens. Major fabulosity. If not, we'll be there next year *pacify, pacify*. Plan B that involves a ship is in the works, in case. No matter what, I will get my skinny bony a** and wobbly tummy in Par-Don somehow, someday. A comforting thought: this dream is closer to being realised than before.
• It seems like this month is passing by ever so slowly (like driving in Perth where the speed limit is 60) eventhough there's only two more days left till August arrives. Looking forward to the long weekend next week (rained on my own parade because I thought it was this weekend) and being back in the peninsular to catch up with family and friends, and enjoying my grandmama's soup.
• You tell yourself life is good and you get the feeling that perhaps it really is when he, of few words surprises you verbally and you're not exactly looking your best, with your hair in a mess and your post-facial bare face looking back at him. Swwwww--eeeeeet.
• Someone suggested that maybe I should try being 'friendlier' and work my feminine wiles to make life 'easier' at work as others are currently adopting this so-called approach to their apparent advantage. Said I have the face and the tools for it. I felt slightly insulted by this remark but I know where that came from. If I had learned anything from previous work experiences, it would be this: that yes, you can get ahead at work without having to suck-up to anyone, not even your boss. I do not believe in boot-licking and I will not resort to it. My work should speak for itself. If my boss is unable to recognise my contribution and potential (which is not an issue at this moment), it only means that I'm buying time until I find a better match in another organisation. I will not make a 'friend' out of anyone when it comes to work. Moving on, an opportunity has come knocking and I will not jinx it. Hush... keeping my fingers and toes crossed.
• I am currently looping George Michael's Last Christmas while writing this post which never fails to warp me back to the time when I was in my early twenties and working in the city back home. I remember shopping for Christmas gifts during lunchtime to tick the boxes off my usual 20-something gift list and this song will be playing in the malls, festively decorated in line with the season of giving. I also remember having lunch at Dome Cafe and Societe (which has a Parisian allure to it), and ice-cream at Haagen Dazs. Talking about Haagen Dazs and ice-cream, when it comes to flavours, I go back to the basics. I'm fundamentally a vanilla and chocolate person. Boring, I know. I'm not very adventurous when it comes to things I put in my mouth. However, the mango and passion fruit flavour by this brand which (did you know?) was established by Polish immigrants to the States, is my current favourite. Unfortunately, it's a limited edition flavour. I shall savour every scoop I get from the tub we bought yesterday.
• It's been a while since I've bought a pair of heels. Oh dear, almost a month I think. What can I say? Shoes will still fit in your life when everything does not. And the side profile of a pair of heels is breathtakingly beautiful. It is art. Art, indeed. Once again, the urge to add to the collection has emerged and is growing stronger. *ignore, ignore* If you like the design, you should respect the designer (and his/her creative effort) and not buy the imitation. However, the argument on the other side of the fence will be, imitation is a form of flattery. Well, I choose the former. Respect the designer. And this has always been my stand. Save is the new four letter word. Save to have enough to spend in future, that is. Save for Par-Don and Project Nest. Therefore, no new heels for now if I can help it *cringe*.
• A thank you to God I whisper for the blessings (in people and in kind) he has bestowed upon me, as I gaze out of the glass windows and up at the cotton-candy clouds above. To quote the late and talented Yasmin Ahmad: Everyday, I thank Allah for everyday things like the ability to breathe, the ability to love, the ability to laugh, and the ability to eat and drink.

Time to flutter off for food. Over and out.