Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
It's 8.24am now. Suffering from insomnia after a night of phoning with Dickson and Kelvin, the Thinny. My eyes are hating and cursing my brain now because the former is feeling really sore and fatigue, but the latter just wouldn't put me on the track to Lalaland whereby Edison's waiting under that apple tree.
On a totally different note, hit town last night with Jason. My main motive was to get my pay at boatquay and my wonderwoman, Mom's birthday present. And as usual, they were diminished.
Reasons being... PAY: Stanley, the luku, said tomorrow. BIRTHDAY PRESSIE: My beloved wonderwoman is... 1) a full time housewife. 2) hangs out with 三姑六婆s (okay, doesn't matter). 3) doesn't adore makeup like normal women do (puts on only a light shade of lipstick only on weddings). 4) have really high expectations for bags (texture must be soft, must be spacey enough for her manymanymanymany stuffs, handle mustn't be too short, blah blah blah), plus the fact she already have a no. of them. 5) sis already got her a necklace on mothers' day (and she's wearing it 24/7! Hell, where did this sour smell come from..... -.-) 6) no angpows for her because I give her most of my pay throughout the years I worked in pubs so it's really mundane. 7) rings - I think she prefers her wedding one. 8) clothes are too common. 9) shoes as well. 10) dinner out is mundane because it is mundane. 11) cologne doesn't seem right, because she only steals mine once in a while for just 1-2sprays. 12) I wanted to get people to deliver flowers to the doorstep but I was reminded that she hate flowers because she never fails to rabbit on... "knn. buy flowers for what? useless stuffs. ask him give you money or diamonds lah!" when I bring home flowers. (Okay, she didn't say 'knn', just 'nnb'.) 13) no overseas trip because she's planning one herself. 14) a cute pet - she hates them because she said she doesn't want another one; 4 monkeys are enough. 15) a doll bigger than wonderwoman - she'll probably kick my ass. 16) handmade card with many many 'iloveyou's - shut up with those corny stuffs.
I thought picking out pressies for the opposite sex was the crackiest thing to do. Didn't know my wonderwoman was worse.
Any ideas, people?
Back to the topic, hell, those pair of heels never stops biting me; I was walking like a sweating drunken pig who just tar-ed a bottle of martell and sashayed my way throughout the streets by Orchard Road. Funny? No, it was excruciation. Okay, that's not the point. Got a lipgloss and a black translucent dress for myself instead.
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I'm gonna turn my america-based-clock back to singapore, which means I'll keep my poor eyes wide till tonight. And besides that, I have to bloody hell go down to boatquay to get my pay. So people better not provoke me today. Or I'll scare them to death by staring them with my serious-darkblack-rings-reddish-sore-eyes.
Off to find activities to keep my eyes big. Toothpicks or scotch tapes, maybe.