Livinghigh: July 2007
It doesn't take hydrogen gas. Or riding a shuttle.
Or snorting on the whitest, finest powder this side of La-la-land.
(It might take an extra spoonful of sugar, but maybe that's just me.)
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Thursday, July 26, 2007
Unemployment felt great this afternoon. Woke up at 12.45, and that too, only because I had three missed calls and four sms' waiting for me. :) Quit the job only yesterday, said all the teary goodbyes, and here I am, waiting to get things ready and packed in a couple of days.
Frankly, I hate moving. Terribly involving and exasperating. Too much organizing demanded, and the rewards aren't really all that great. And here I am, packing everything up, getting rid of many of the stuff I really like(d), having a 'Moving Sale' - going back home.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Still Seeing Shiny Disco Balls...
Came back home this morning with a definite hangover. Collapsed at my friend's place after a night of heavy-duty partying, with my contacts on, and the damn things started irritating me early morning, so I woke up by 10 am. Damn, no usual Sunday-sleeping-till-one this week.
O, but the party was fun!
Screamed my lungs out. Danced my butt flat. Maybe I lost some weight? Better not to hope for toooo much, now! *snigger* Drank tonnes. Five drinks. I get drunk after two, remember. So I was sloshed. *giggle*Happy me. Happy, happy, happy, happy me.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Uploaded a 4 CD "Best of ABBA" set on my iPOD finally, and have been listening to a whole bunch of old favourites. And it struck me, that despite all the "happy happy" image, the group have tons of not-so happy songs. I mean, apart from the all-too-famous "Dancing Queen" and a coupla others, you have songs dealing with:
- waiting around for the phone to ring from that person wringing your heart
- having a last dance, even though the love has gone
- "pick me! pick me!" happening in a crowded dance floor - Take a Chance...
- guy/ gal going away and you're left crying your heart out
- How winners take everything and losers are left... ummm.. singing.
Of course, now that I recall, ABBA was composed of two couples who later split up, so maybe all of that was just a symptom, chiqitita...? :)
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Laziness is a state of being. Lolling in the bed, too. My best friend says, I do too much of that - lolling, I mean. And he also thinks I'm a lousy employee. I retort, he's a Hitler.
Laziness is a state of art. Saturday afternoons, and you don't really are that you haven't had lunch. Lovely weather outside, but instead of going out, you open the verandah doors and let the cool breeze refresh you. Walking seems so mundane right now.
Not when I have my bed to lol on. :)
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
One lump or two
Cups of tea at the Tea Centre. Old world charm and just plain laziness. Afternoon saw me with the Hot Buttered Apple Tea and a half of the Mad Bawi's Truffle Cake, while early evening found me there again, sipping Lemongrass Tea this time.
O, and I left my umbrella behind, but went back and fetched it. Cups of tea at the Tea Centre. Not too bad, really, but not a patch on Flury's. :)
Monday, July 09, 2007
Saw The Queen yesterday for the second time. To be fair - the first time was on DVD, and this time it was in a freezing movie hall, with nice seats that make you (almost) think you're sleeping, with caramel popcorn to hog and your friends to steal.
So... yes, it's different.
And Helen Mirren is simply superb in the movie. Brought back memories of the time Diana died. I remember, it seemed like such a big deal at that time - my Anglo grandmum still has these ties with England, and she still goes gaga over the Royals there - and yes, Diana was a favourite, surprise, surprise. But while the Brits went on screaming bloody murder against the Queen for not 'being human' at Diana's death, I remember how my own grandmum was quite supportive of the monarch. And this movie also shows that. Behind all the publicity churning and all the clever taglines ("People's Princess"), it was easy to forget that the Queen was not really used to all this, and thought of all of it as quite a meaningless and annoying affront to a personal moment.
Mirren must have been tongue-tied over that brief cup-of-tea invite. :)
Saturday, July 07, 2007
This is a funny city.
Sometimes, I think it's dead-weight, at the end of its cycle, time to roll up and die, nothing really works, everything's pretty much falling apart, it's all just mouldy now, whatever goes up must come down, and that it's time to leave.
And then, everything feels great, nothing else really matters, clockwork is what I have, exhilaration can be found no where else, and I'm sad that it's almost over.
And then I tell myself that it's not over till it's over.
Friday, July 06, 2007
|Your Dominant Intelligence is Spatial Intelligence|
You've got a good sense of space and how the world around you looks.
You can close your eyes and "see" images. You have innate artistic talent.
An eye for color and shapes, you're also a natural designer.
Since you think in pictures, visual aids and demonstrations help you learn best.
You would make a good navigator, sculptor, visual artist, inventor, architect, interior designer, or engineer.
Of course.... I'm sure my friends don't buy into it...!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
I had a great holiday, but I picked up a cold. And that cold has now turned into a full-blown flu. *sniffle*
So, the kiddo in me kicked in, after the meds prescribed by best friend failed to work and older brother was unreachable on his cell, and I called Mum. She heard me patiently, chided me a lot, told me "I told you so" at least a hundred times, and then called up the family doc to get back with the meds I should have. Have an important interview the day after, so I need to be shipshape. So it's ok to bawl like the baby I am, and ask Mum for meds. :)
O, yay, I'm running a sweat now. :) Fever going? *fingers crossed*