the best compliment ever.

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

- e.e cummings

It is 4.03 and I can’t sleep.

Questioning is losing its effect. I want to know yet, knowledge is not going to bring the relief I need.  The next best action feels so far away, it almost seems out of reach. This is getting really old.

B for Brumm!

His nose crinkles in anticipation as the silkiness of my fingers reaches over to grasp his cherubic porcelain cheeks. Tugging at each other lips like school mates playing catch in the middle of the school yard before collapsing into a quivering heap of giggles brings an odd but familiar comfort.

As a feisty head strong person, it takes something close to a miracle for me to understand a view of another. Everything that you stand for, everything that endears me to you, everything that made this magic possible between us made me want to spend every last minute with you even though, I understand that it would conflict with everything that made you, who you are.

I want to get to know you and not destroy you. For that reason alone, I cannot be selfish. I have to respect your decision, your choice regardless of how fragile it may seem. Life has to run it’s course and we deserve to see what we see.

Macau

Caught Zaia, the Cirque du Soleil show for The Venetian Macao. Absolutely loved the dream like theme in comparison to KA which was fiery, exciting, just more of everything. While my jaw was at my feet, I recall thinking who conjures up productions of this nature. Must be one hell of a creative. Astronauts floating across the street, fire twirling acrobats who have no bones in their body and can probably fit themselves into a soft drink can.

A-freaking-mazing. Other than that little nugget, Macau is sad. We were leaning on the third level railings of MGM Grand Casino when we are barked at by security. Turns out, people tend to hurl themself off buildings, railings after losing their life’s possessions to gambling. According to the marketing lady we spoke to at The Venetian, there’s a suicide a day. Not uncommon. I couldn’t imagine working here, I reckon I’d go batshit crazy. Imagine living on Sentosa. Well, it’s a ferry away from Hong Kong where tons of shopping, night life etc.  This is what Singapore wants for her island – a casino.

Not looking back.

I constantly battle with not looking at the past. The left brain screams “c’mon girl!” The last three months has been nothing short of amazing. If this signals the 30s, I say bring it on!

I will no longer look back because, the future is dazzling and I don’t want to miss a thing!

What panic attacks are made of.

George, I have an ulcer. I don’t sleep well, mostly because you keep calling me at night. If you don’t call me, I dream that you’re going to call me. I think about you in the shower, not in a good way but in an “I’m so distracted I can’t remember if I washed my hair way”. So, I wash my hair twice! I have a hole in my stomach, I am running out of shampoo

Comparison of costs

The cost of my weekly language class (10 weeks) = $400

The cost of Chutney’s obedience training class (7 weeks) = $400

There is something wrong with that, isn’t there? Thankfully, I love him and I need him to learn to get over his feet fetish. REALLY.

Conflict of interest

It is a shame that my regular Monday dinner date does not share my love for all things, gold and glittery. Paperchase makes the most gorgeous cake stands. A recent kitchen debacle had me yearning for a “lazy susan”. I love my Tangerine Kitchenaid. One would say that I am already blessed and yet, I find myself lusting over a Cusinart Ice Cream Maker, well really I would much prefer one from Musso. Alas, my pockets resemble a shallow well instead of a deep abyss that it SHOULD be.

 

 

 

My sandwich kicks your sandwich’s butt

Having recently being anointed into the Shenton Way / CDB crowd, I am still feeling my way around. After spending the last couple years firmly stuck in “smart casual”, it is slightly jarring to be surrounded by suits. The “arts” geek in me is resigned to its impending doom destiny. A major pro – the food here though is impeccable, a wide selection ranging from cuisine type, food location, price range and even vegan/pescatarian friendly. Imagine that!

The price, is well somewhat expected.

roasted mushroom & tomato sandwich from The Sandwich Shop

Off to the movies with LF

Getting a weekday off for me, has the same frequency as an eclipse. It almost never happens and when it does, you better whip your camera out (proverbially speaking, of course) and savour the moment because, it’ll be a LONG while before another one like it will come along.

LF  had the day off too and, I cajoled him into watching the first showing of the day for “He is just not that into you”. For those who are considering watching the movie after reading the book, let me help you save some money. Don’t. It is quite different from the book. For all intents and purposes, it is a feel good movie. Without giving out spoilers, half of the cast end up being the “exception” which the original book begs you not to do. You are almost NEVER the exception. Always the rule. So, why does the movie make it different? Acting wise, I could find no fault. I love Drew Berrymore who had not enough screen time, and ex-beau Justin Long did a great job of carrying the story. You can’t help a sucky script.

It was disappointing. Poor LF was giving me dagger stares for bringing him to such a poofy movie.