Hey there Delilah

So this Sunday, I'll be at the beach. Not in Singapore, not doing laundry, not studying, but at the beach!!! (Fingers crossed that it doesnt rain)

Somtam, cotton candy, foot reflexology, easy chairs, banana boats, tender coconut (no alcohol, tsk tsk) and a good life! Finally, the fact that I'll be on a holiday has sunk in. I do have to wake up to dial in a conf. call on Tuesday morning, but I'll pardon that cuz I'm just THAT happy today!

Tomorrow is the big company dinner and my team does not have costumes yet! Which is an excellent excuse to leave work at 530 and go shopping! (I want a hot white dress, but I doubt I'll get a chance to...sigh...)

I have been easily annoyed by many people this week - the first being my cheapstake landlord who refuses to fix a leak in my room. It's freakin pouring everyday and he comes n does something to it, which makes NO difference! I think he jus licks off the water n pretends the leak is fixed!!! #$%^&*(@#$%^&*(

I am also highly annoyed at people who are "mature adults" but have the responsibility of a 3 year old. For God's sake, you may be brats of your world's (and I am, of mine) but don't expect me to put up with you, just like I don't expect you to put up with mine. Everyone around you picks up after themselves and takes responsibility for things they do - and as common courtsey to each other. So, please DO THE SAME. Unless you're paying me to do so for you!

Seasonal people irritate me. Here one day, gone the next. n then back. Because hey, I wasn't born to suit your conveniences. and nothing blossoms when you arrive.

Blargh!

So ahem. Anyhoo.

Tonight is the big shopping night. Tomorrow is the big dinner. Friday is the big play. I think I forgot minor things like - packing, buying stuff for family, oh n work. Apparently it makes a difference if 1 out of a 1,000 people go on a holiday!

I must also strategize for my "Improve Dad Revolution" - which entails joining forces with the mother and bro in nagging him endlessly until he gives in and gets a life! Beyond his job, meals, and TV.

I also need to master the art of tuning out the mother when she starts her MBA and/or marriage monologue!

With lots to do and lots to plan for, I should get back to looking busy and pretending to work!

Just a Little Bit

It’s a beautiful day outside and for once, I have nowhere to be at, and nothing urgent to do. It’s a refreshing feeling – to not have my mind racing miles ahead of self.

I’ll start studying shortly, and strangely enough, I find that very de-stressing. There is no boss breathing down my neck and I am in control for a change.

This time next week, I’d be home and napping. (Home = Thailand) I’ve taken a week off from work and am going home for 9 days…I should be excited about it but for some reason it feels like a forced holiday. I’m not mentally prepared to take a long break yet, I guess. Or maybe I just haven’t had the time to absorb it’s implications. There is tons of work to be settled before heading off, sigh, and sigh.

At the risk of sounding like an awful person, I’ll say that I feel like thr’s an OD of family time. Don’t get me wrong, I love them and everything. But I think I can use some quiet time instead. Oh well. I do intend on spending a couple of days at the spa! I got a cheap-ass ticket on a budget carrier so that I can splurge on other things openly!

WOMAD was awesome on Friday. I loved the Scottish band, Shooglenifty! The music they created was to die for! The energy on the stage as well as in the crowd was enough to get me dancing non stop and stay on music high! The intensity on the faces of band members if something I love about live music! ADF was LOUD, as expected. But I didn’t love it as much as I thought I would. Maybe its because I was too in love with the long haired dreamy looking Scottish boy playing an instrument (who’s name I don’t know!) The finale party bored me within minutes and I finally dragged everyone home! (Sorry Narenoo!)

I clicked that pic on Saturday sometime close to mid-night while taking a lone walk on the beach. Soon after, I was followed by 2 creepy looking Indian men and I hurried home (after mouthing a few obscenities!) They had the nerve to wait outside the 7/11 while I went to grab a drink n hopefully get rid of them! Mofos!

Back to Sunday – when thankfully it’s not raining. And I’m gonna retire to my notes and the TV in the background, and study Fundamentals of Business Economics! N Soon, a cup of Earl Gray!

4 AM

It’s 3:45 AM on a Friday night/Saturday morning and although I should be tucked in bed, sleep seems far far away. This newly developed insomnia is beginning to worry me now. One or two days is acceptable but 4 days of tossing and turning in bed is not quite normal.

It’s been quite a Friday night. The original plan of meeting D for a drink or two at Harry’s and then off home – followed by Rush Hour 3 later at night, was abandoned as the Harry’s gathering increased to 7 people and extended well into, and almost past dinner time. After much contemplation, the movie was over-written by a quick drunk dinner and more drinking at FC. House parties rock – oh so totally! The “crowd” is great, the “DJ” is friendly, and the “dance floor” always has place. The free flow of alcohol and the bed to sprawl on only adds to the fun for a Friday night. Lots of drinking games that revealed interesting facts, dancing and a wine glass that kept filling itself up ( n I don’t even like wine!) kept the party going till 3. I figured I might as well get home and get some sleep so I don’t waste the entire Saturday in bed!

N here I am, wide awake.

The boy has touched down at London, which makes all of this more real than it was when he was in India. This hit me in the middle of the party, with a glass in one hand, and a phone in the other. I was not prepared for the wave that hit me after, but was thankfully caught by well meaning friends. And then I was okay. I am okay, yes.

So that was that.

It’s now 4 am and I still can’t sleep. Damn it.

Gin & Juice

The birthday came and lasted 3 days! :D Started off with late night calls from the boy, the family, the relatives n present from the housemate! A great cake and celebration at the office, dinner n drinks with great friends, cake – flowers – chocolates from the boy (special thanks to the “delivery man”), and awesome presents. Lots of wishes from friends across the world (partial thanks to Facebook) and finally a birthday lunch with the office friends today (all paid for by the boss).

I haven’t stopped grinning all this while and feel sooooooooooo loved!

EPL has started and I’ll finally be watching soccer again! I miss watching the late night matches over summer (Euro 2004 was it?) when the nights were long, getting high was fun, and life was simpler. When mother did not lecture about sleeping early, the bro fixed the mid night snack, and soccer players were cute (and talented, I’m sure)! Oh fun days!

So long distance with the boy sucks, especially since we’d recently been spending a lot of time together. Life’s not fallen apart but IMs limit conversation, as does family. I miss.

Speaking of IM’s – it’s strange that I have these detailed, intimate conversations with certain people where we talk about everything, from the weather to troubles/relationships/plans. And then we meet in person, and we hardly have anything to say to each other. Suddenly conversations are stunted and a half-baked joke are forced to bridge the silences. Or better yet, in big groups, we almost *avoid* any direct conversation? What with the dry pleasantries and quickly looking away.

Why can’t it flow as easily as it does over IM? Is facing people so difficult now that we prefer the veil of text than voices?

Birthdays n such...

There's so much I want to say, but I'm too exhausted n delirious n far too happy to pen it down...

I just had a kick-ass birthday and I can't stop smiling...lovely company, good food, and great presents! I feel extremely luffed (loved) thanks to all the wonderful people who came down and I'm gonna go to bed holding on to this feeling!

Thanks All!

You never walk alone...

The boy has left – moved on to (hopefully) a better place and to better things. The magnitude of the change that has happened has not hit me yet - I just went numb, and then okay. I hate people who go away! The farewell was complete with many promises and strict instructions. (You can NOT do a lot of things, but I can. Because, well, I'm a girl! ) I'm keeping my fingers crossed and planning the December trip.
I slept a lot and woke up with this strange restlessness. I want to fast forward 3-4 years in life to see what it's going to be like. I guess because nothing major and life changing is happening to me personally (like going to b school, changing jobs, moving cities), I just keep imaging what it'd be like if any of these things happened. And the problem with imagination is that there are just SO MANY OPTIONS. I get carried away with these possibilities and weave entire worlds around them, only to realize that I have no idea which one would eventually be mine. Now, I am not a very patient person and therefore the restlessness to know ahead of time. Crystal ball, anyone?
Friday happened, and it over. Boss returned from his holiday, a lot less sour, and back to making politically incorrect remarks about cleavages and other things! I’m both disturbed and relieved! My last few conversations with him were terse, and wanted me to quit my job! To celebrate this lack of grouchiness, JJ and I went and bought ourselves a pair of shoes each. And nutella waffles, in true Friday fashion!
All the plans for the day were scrapped and I found myself in Penny Black eating tons and tons of finger food for dinner and making “high” small talk with random colleagues. Eventually we turned to singing (we had the entire 2nd floor to ourselves and our home brewed band!!) I resisted every offer but finally gave in and …SANG! All of us did, and it was such great fun. My first time ever, singing in front of anyone! N no the mic did not break down! This Belgian hot shot and I tried to kick off the dance floor, but it didn’t quite work out. Once the “party” became boring, I headed off to settlers for a friend’s birthday and then home like a good child. Total alcohol consumption – 1 vodka cranberry. Barely vodka. Too much berry!
So, I’m doing okay I guess. The world hasn’t fallen apart and I’m not miserable. There is plenty to be done and no excuses left!