i am

I called in sick today - partly due to the fact that I've been feeling a wee bit under the weather from the inability to get a good night's sleep
but more because I just .couldnt. be. stuffed. Hah.

It is a g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s day - shock of sun, light breeze and a lingering spice to the air that just calls for a picnic out.

I am spending time with me me me today.
I am without a stitch of make-up.
My hair is a nest of creative peaks and knots.

I got out of bed, took a lazy stroll to the shops, past lovely cafes by the river and watched as moms did their groceries, as the retired elderly nursed beers before noon, as kids played to the envy of adults.
I bought quirky moon bowls at a thrift store (I dont know what they're for but they look delightful on my shelf) and some household items that you only ever buy alone like toilet paper and facial cotton balls.

I came home, put on some jazz, cleaned up the place and hung up some lanterns I've been meaning to do for quite some time.
I made myself a lunch of toast and raspberry jam, mushrooms (stuffed with garlic & cheese) and my comfort food - eggs.

I organized my underwear closet.
I painted my nails.
I worked on a jigsaw puzzle.

On days like these,
I am my father's princess;
comfortable in silence, appreciative of laughter still
I am my mother's daughter;
tidy and meticulous, with just a hint of neurosis
I am my sister's other half;
with a shared love for the classic and the quirky
I am my brother's best friend;
playful and creative, the world before me
I am my lover's pulse;
waiting for the weekend and the rest of our lives

But there is also a space inside,
that makes room for noone but me.
Tiny, yet it holds the world
with faithful fingertips.

"eeurch!"

I accidentally ate catfood!!

I know I said I was curious about what it tasted like but this was an involuntary act! It wasnt even the kitty crackers - it was his wet food..."Eeeurch!"

I was mixing Biscuit's lunch after work and singing my heart out to Fred Astaire's 'Cheek to cheek' when a huge chunky piece of Whiska's Chicken & Tuna flew right into my open mouth. I don't understand it's amazing precision, I don't.

I called my girlfriend up and wailed,

"I ate catfood! It was an accident!"

"Umm ok. With you I can never tell.."

"The worst part is.."

"???"

"I still don't know what it tastes like....I was so surprised, I swallowed!"

"That sounds soooo wrong, babe"

"..."

Hmmph. No love.

t'was the night before payday

"(*)rosieposie(*)" says:
cheryll la dee dum dee dum

"(*)rosieposie(*)" says:
guess how much i have in my spending account whoop de doo da

miss yong is busy busy. says:
yes

miss yong is busy busy. says:
spending account? what's that

"(*)rosieposie(*)" says:
seringgit tujuh puluh sen

miss yong is busy busy. says:
oh thats ok

miss yong is busy busy. says:
S.T told me to re-evaluate my finances

miss yong is busy busy. says:
ahahhahahhh

we career girls like to get together and talk financial economics

sleep is the new black

I'm in the midst of sporadic insomniac bouts punctuated by restless dreams that have me waking up disoriented. I have no idea why - things are going fine in my life. But it takes me forever to fall asleep and then like clockwork, 5:10am and I get woken up by everything and nothing at all. I've stopped trying to get back to bed - instead, I'll cuddle up on the couch with Biscuit and wait for first light to fill the living room.

It's not so bad. It's the bizarre dreams that get to me. Dreams of horrible things happening to the people I love. Dreams of past heartaches, of loss and the sudden recall of wounding words and actions. It's a difficult thing to shrug off for the rest of my day.

It makes me wonder if it's the calm before the storm.

here

At the end of the day,
this is my religion
this is what I believe

I believe that everything will come around again
That what was lost will be found
And although things within may never mend -
the drop of blood in the milk,
the driftwood,
it will still be fine

You will still be fine

I believe that second chances are few and far between
But we gain much from what was lost
And the only things that matter
are much closer to home
than what you would expect

I believe there is much to be grateful for
That we are blessed in ways
beyond narrow realization
and that we are loved
beyond comprehension

I must remember
what was scattered will come together in time
and there will be much laughter

I believe
that everything you need right now is right here
in the palm of your hand

It is in the ebb and flow,
the breathing in, breathing out