I miss blogging. I miss having something to say, a story to tell.

Words escape a blank mind.

And yet right now, for all intents and purposes, I am content, happy even. But wistful. Very wistful.

I sit and stare off into a distance not quite seeing the ceiling or the walls, waiting and searching for something I cannot grasp.

and time ticks on...

I shall not have to work hard when I grow old(er).

Always a comfort to know :)

Shorn

..and I like it :p

Shopping while therapeutic losses its luster very rapidly once a purchase has been made. But a physical change lasts a little bit longer. Even after you’ve become used to looking at the new you in the mirror, people you meet days, weeks or even months later will react quite dramatically to the change in your appearance. And each time that happens it’s a good feeling all over again.

Of course I realize changing one’s outward appearance in order to relieve or remedy an internal struggle is, for want of a better word, daft. And even though I know better I can’t deny that I have succeeded in distracting myself and alleviating my worries for a little while. In the best case scenario, maybe a prolonged sense of wellness brought on by the change could help me climb out of the dumps and get out of the rut of obsessive fatalistic thinking. I’m not expecting that to happen, but I’m open to the possibility.

I need to be reminded constantly that it’s not doom and gloom all the time, because on my good days it’s clear that my problems are minor and my dissatisfaction, negligible. But on my bad days, minor hurts take on colossal proportions despite efforts to remain in a neutral state of mind. I am very tired of it; I want the floodgates to shut and the dam to dry up.

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Can you believe I was just talking about my new hair cut? :)

The last week of June

It's anticipation not expectation.

And I am nervous too but only about whether I can stay in character.

Whatever happens, happens. But as long as we have fun, it'll be just fine.

It's an adventure!

Cookie Monster

My stomach is making unearthly noises.

I fed it and yet the rumbling giant within grumbles and growls, hardly appeased.

Fortunately there's no one around for it to frighten and unfortunately throwing measly raisins down the feeding chute would only infuriate it more.

Maybe Famous Amos would do the trick. It likes chocolates and sugar, it sure does.

Psst! Can you tell? The weekend hads begun :)

Where I want to be: Somewhere over the Rainbow

All is peaceful in the office. All the bosses are not in. All the colleagues are relaxed, a lazy Friday indeed.

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I’ve been listening to music and doing some miscellaneous documentation.

After all this time, Eva Cassidy’s delicate crooning still manages to soothe the soul.

I had yet another delicious duck rice lunch at Sunrise, Paramount Garden. If you haven’t been there yet, you should know you’re missing a cramped, overcrowded, hot and sticky, run-down restaurant, where the waitresses are just as hot and bothered and the proprietors shout orders at each other at ear piercing decibel levels and the waiting customers breathe down the necks of the seated customers. Yeah, that, and the best duck rice I’ve ever had.

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In other news, it’s June!

How time flies, but I hope, not in vain.