Of a Quickie on Saturday Morning

Guten tag!

After I’ve uploaded a couple of hundred photos to facebook (and believe me, I wish I were exaggerating this time) I intend to grab a quick lunch, provided my parents are back from their little date by then, and then laze around in bed all day watching Gossip Girl.

I love the weekends.

It’s been a shitty couple of days for me, but it’s all looking up again. Here’s keeping my fingers crossed.

And hey. Even if it does continue going downhill – there’s always the option of getting 100% shitfaced at St James tonight.

xoxo, anyone?

p.s. Post-work plans are already in progress. 1st event: 1st August, my place, I Love Lucy marathon, possibly interspersed with I Dream of Jeannie, and any other classics anyone can think of. Other events include visiting the Art Museum, shopping for insane socks/stockings, a faux photography spree.. and I know I’m already forgetting something. Panty Mistress, a little help?

Of what we call ‘a bad day’

• By the time I woke up, my sister was already in the shower, so I had to wait.
• My hard boiled eggs were runny.
• I didn’t have time for coffee at home, which means more vending machine crap.
• I tried to tap my way out of the bus using my office pass instead of the EZ link.
• I got to work and discovered that Azri was on MC, so I was pretty much swamped all damn day long.
• I had cramps.
• I tore a hole in my favourite dress.
• My toenail fell off. Yes, the whole nail.
• I had to wait twenty whole minutes in my own lift lobby because the lift went all the way up, stopped at every floor, and then did the same thing on the way back down.
• I scratched myself pretty badly on my neck.
• When I removed my nail polish and cut my nails, I realised some of my fingers now look filthy, because the underside of the nail has been stained by the mehndi from Friday night.
• I very likely twisted my right ankle on my way out of the office.
• My back isn’t getting noticeably better.
• The patches I’m wearing show. Which is so unglam.

And that’s just the stuff I remember. It was really really not the best of days.

There were upsides though. I managed to start a new book. I had lunch with my favourite boys who travelled all the way to ulu ass Pasir Panjang from Simei and Tampines because they’re just sweethearts like that. DD didn’t come along. I window shopped online between email floods. And dinner was fantabulous as always. And my sister bought me truffles.

And tomorrow I’ll probably wear one of the million new tops my mom got for me just cos she went overboard while shopping because she missed me.

So what if I only have 9 toenails? Tomorrow I’ll look fabulous, and have a damned good book to keep me company. Life goes on. Till this month’s cellphone bill comes, that is. Then, I’ll probably get a severe putting down from the folks. But hey, we’ll deal with that when it happens eh.

of jonesing on a Monday night

Muscle pull – still going strong.

General mood – vastly improved.

An hour long chat with a really good friend seems to have done the trick.

Everything’s different, but nothing’s changed.

Work in the morning, so it’s time for bed. Woopdeedoop!

p.s. thanks for the lift home, Panty Mistress. T’was reminiscent of some very good times. =)

Of Lousy Monday Mornings

I remember feeling this way almost exactly a year ago. The sense of an overwhelming loss, not wanting to get out of bed ever again..

I’m too tired today to smile and nod. Part of me is glad I have to go to work, just so I’ll have something to do instead of mull over things. The rest of me wants to mope.

I pulled a muscle in my back yesterday, which made doing anything painful. Lying down, sitting up, standing still, walking, nothing helped. I was hoping to wake up with it gone, but it’s still here, like a knife twisting in my shoulder, the pain’s shooting all the way down my right side.

It’s like the big man decided to give me an assortment and is letting me take my pick of things to be upset about.

I have to leave for work in 25 minutes. Time to get dressed, I guess.

of one just for Farah

I came home to find my uncle here, so it was witty banter and heart felt hugs all around. Then I took a loooong hot bath under my parents’ new rain shower, with my mom’s awesome Rich Plum bath gel. And then I had dosais and uttapum for dinner.

And now I’m going to curl up in bed and have sweet dreams of shopping with my girlfriends in NYC, of icy cold weather, and of a delicious mocha skinned man.

Lyrics from a song that only Farah understands the significance of, since she whined at me to update:

Rupee – If I Can’t

[Chorus]
If i can’t if i can’t
Have you
Then baby i don’t wanna be
With no-one else
If i can’t if i can’t
Have you
Then baby i would rather be
By myself

[Verse 1]
She is the meaning of beauty
Her spirit and her style consumes me
From the very first time i saw her
She captured me within her power

[Pre-chorus]
All it took was just one look look
Before i knew it i was hooked hooked
Put my loving to the test test
And now i must confess

All it took was just one look look
Before i knew it i was hooked hooked
Put my loving to the test test
And now i must confess

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Woman i would die without you
Cause i love everything about you
Lady you are my very existence
And girl i say this with persistence
Cause i know

[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus 3x]