Very Disorganised Thoughts.

Okay. A lot of things I want to put down. But thoughts running everywhere, so as usual, I will try to bullet point.

1) Typo Of the Day:
Me: i tell you, when you’re back, we must go to woodlands. causeway pot.
Raji: ?

2) D&D
It was damn bloody good fun and was too hilarious. Other than the fact that me, together with 5 other girls got hauled up on stage and given emergency handphone chargers as gifts simply because we had something black on us, were wearing watches, were not wearing glasses, had hair past our shoulder length, were female, and had correctly guessed the host’s mobile subscription as being M1. How embarassing. Infront of my whole department. (which is freaking huge, btw) Argh. Overall, great fun. The host Justin was realllly, realllllly good. And super energetic.  And funny. Terribly funny.

3) Movies
Was at Vivocity today. (hahaha why am I laughing? i dont know. people are funny la.) Well, yes, was at Vivocity today with SH. Went a lil crazy and bought 4 very, very nice and absolutely darling skirts for work. Now to buy matching shoes and tops (preferably from This Fashion. cough. hey, they’re basics are good!). Also caught the movie, Volver. Penelope Cruz is surprisingly good. Very earthy and real. Of course, lots of cleavage, but what the hell. Damn good film. Another one was Paris, Je taime. A collection of short French films. I enjoyed that thoroughly as well. I’m a sucker for short stories and novellas, so watching this was like a gift from the Divine Powers of Art. A couple of stories I didn’t quite understand, but some were just, simply put, beautiful. OH. Did I mention that I absolutely love this bookstore called PageONE in Vivocity? Very, very funky. The shelves look like they are sinking into the floor and are all tilted to one side. Nice. :) I have too many books to finish reading. Egad. (my goodness. haven’t heard that word since I last read Archie!)

4) Sleepy.
Sleepy. And am going to cut my hair tomorrow. And perhaps, dye it black. Or a very dark dark shade of brown. Oh well. We’ll see my mood tomorrow. Toodles little blog.

Work Sweet Work.

 

I must be a nerd. I must be a real nerd. I must really be a real nerd.
I like work. I look forward to it everyday. I count my blessings. I am lucky. Of course, on occasion, I sit there wondering if it was for this that I studied and enjoyed poring through libraries of literature texts for three years. Is this what I see myself doing years from now? I don’t know. Honestly, not really. But it’s too early to tell, isn’t it? I like my job, my work place, my colleagues. My boss just came back from a vacation in US, and got me super stylish chrome earrings and a bottle of Calvin Klein perfume. How cool.

I’m feeling a little bummed because the next few days are going to be a little hectic, and not very routine. Work ends a little early tomorrow because we have our annual Dinner & Dance. Somehow, it all sounds very auntish-unclish, but, well yes. So we knock off early, but since I live on the other side of the planet, I have to rush off and change and then meet my colleague who insisted on fixing me up with her Estee Lauder beautician. So we’ll be doing our make up together tomorrow. She is really on. But well, I’m not complaining. She is one of the best colleagues anyone can have. Really nurturing and patient and funny. And a foodie and a health freak, and yes, gives me Estee Lauder makeup appts. :P I probably would be more enthusiastic about this whole dinner and dance if I didn’t have a huge pimple emerging smack from the center of my forehead. It’s just that everything’s going to be really rushed from tomorrow. So after work, have to rush back home. :( And the next day, I don’t have the luxury of being chartered to work. I have a six day course to attend, on another part of the island, and have yet to figure out how I’m going to drag my slumber-struck body there every morning. :( Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.

Well. Time to go raid my wardrobe again. My dress sense has deteriorated. (just for the record, drinkboy had to remind me how this word was spelt.) *bangs forehead on wall*

Farethee well, my faceless friends! (and the faced ones) (and the defaced ones) HAHAHAH my humour stuns me, occasionally. okay, i’m off!!!

Rusty Gears.

One year off that way of life and the gears in my head have quite evidently gone rusty.

It’s a damn good thing I love my job.

Worrying about Worrying.

For the last 48 hours, the Highpriestess has been surviving on just one hour of sleep.
Yes, one little, precious hour of sleep.
Yesterday, for the first time, I thought I was screwed. I was even having visuals of my folks at work saying, “I’m sorry. We have to let you go.”
I was paralysed with fear. I slept at 1 plus. Woke up at 10 minute intervals. With an old black and white Indian film running on the television. Without my spectacles, everytime my eyelids opened, I would see a blur of grey and white and I would shut my eyes again. Hoping and praying that the Sandman will spill his crystals onto my eyelids and take me away to slumberland. But no. At three sharp in the morning, I woke up. I felt stricken with panic and fear and everything else quite unnecessary at three a.m. in the morning. Especially when my transport was going to arrive in 3.5 hours.

A little boy tried to calm me down and I finally panicked enough and exhausted myself, and knocked off at 4.30 a.m. Yes, one hour. One precious little hour. I have something very important tomorrow but am feeling very unprepared and unsettled about it. Although I just had a private conversation with the Gods’ and Goddesses’, I’m still feeling a little.. well, spaced out. I’m just going to trust in myself and in any greater design that has been planned for me (although I’m aware I still have some control over it, oh well, I wouldn’t know.) I’m off to bed now. And yes, congratulations to Drinkboy. I knew you’d make it.

The Highpriestess is Boring.

Yes. I have concluded this.
I am becoming extremely boring.
Or perhaps, I have become extremely boring.
Too boring for my own goodness.
I met up with a long time friend, confidante yesterday for a little birthday dinner treat @ Changi Airport’s Fish & Co.
He is the older brother figure that I have always sought solid advice from.
You know, the ones who never let you down with their steadfast, grounded approach.
While I was sitting at home with my MCs, I was really looking forward to meeting up with him and telling him all about my life.
And as we sat for dinner, he was updating me on his life and diving stories and bungy jumping stories and overseas stories to Macau, India, Penang etc, I sat there trying to say something exciting about my life, but I couldn’t. I really, really couldn’t. To make things worse, he said that I have a habit of spacing out- looking into the distance with a glazed look. Is that what I have been reduced to? I always had so many exciting things to say and do, but there I was. Bombarding my brain to say something exciting, or at least intelligent even. But nope.

I think the most exciting thing I did was a little jump I did when I saw he had bought me the Lemony Snickett’s Collection that we decided to split-cost. I jumped. Over books. Books.

No comments. I have entirely no comments on myself.
But to my dearest brother, thank you very much. I had a very, very lovely evening.
Your stranded-at-sea story still makes me burst out laughing.
I just wish I lived a life half as exciting as yours. But, I don’t think I have the guts to do that.
Because that’s me.
I’m boring.
The only exciting in my life right now? Is my little fairy tattooed on myself.

I. Need. A. Life.

P.S: The books are fantastic. I love them! Thank you so so so much, Cool Geek! :P
P.P.S.: Get a life, Meera.