I am officially on leave! *grins* I still had things to do last night and only managed to email my work about an hour ago (yes I woke up very early to get them done). I am just taking two days off as it is the term break and I spend more time at work and with my laptop even when I am at home. Guilt kicks in and naturally, it seems best to take time off and forget about work.
What do we plan to do? Apart from sorting the essentials, which by the way, I managed to tick some items off the list, we will spend time with friends and perhaps do an outing just outside London tomorrow, if time permits.
I had a polyvore to go with this post but I had more things to add and couldn’t find them. Guess I have to defer it until it is close to the ‘idea’. *smile*
First stop, breakfast of course. Looking forward to hot nasi lemak and teh tarik. Then, we probably head to one of London's favorite streets.
Gosh! How I miss penning down my thoughts. Work keeps on coming, a sign to recovery it seems. However, after the restructuring which took place about a year ago, having more staff would be good. I can sense my colleagues and I are knackered.
Anyway, let’s talk on girly stuff. *smiles*
A group of girls, well, two mothers and their ever-so-chic daughters, went roaming in the department stores in search of the right frock. It didn’t matter to the girls what kind of clothes we tried on as long as they were pretty, or better, made us looked like a princess or fairy. They do have those clothes you know, I mean, being magical creatures. They were our biggest critics, although one of them vocabulary was limited to ‘pretty’, ‘cute’ or ‘princess’. We had so much fun that we forgot how tired we felt until we reached home. All of us had an early night. In fact, I reckoned we slept earlier than our girls. *lol*
On another note, sometimes I feel the expectation set by people can be rather annoying. Just because some of us choose simplicity, it does not mean we are not excited. Take the designers for example. Some love ‘bling bling’ and others prefer the concept of ‘less is more’. Why do people question the unnecessary details when the end result is still the same? A few years from now, I dont think they even remember those things.
If you like something, it doesn’t matter how much it costs as long as you wear it, then the item is worthy. There is no point buying designer shoes or bags if they end up in the closet. Similarly a small party attended by people you care is more meaningful. In fact, some dont even like parties and their idea of a birthday celebration is to stay at home and perhaps cook dinner for their loved ones. Yet, people love to question on the lack of following the norm. For all we know, the trend was created by a handful but just because they are the attention seekers, it becomes an acceptable way of life.
Over the last few weeks, our life has been on a roller coaster to the extent that I feel I'm close to reaching the boiling point. I haven’t snapped, yet. I am merely expressing my grouses to a handful, those who feel my hectic lifestyle is colourful and listening to my dissatisfaction is the highlight of their day. Although I must say that I wish I could trade place with them and have a flexible diary, squeezing coffee or lunch whenever I please. Unfortunately, it is just a wishful thinking and if I can find a way to apply leave from reality, I wouldn’t mind flying off to Neverland, sans Capt Hook. The young lady has managed to convince me that being a fairy has many perks, including stylish attire for different season. They even have designs for Halloween.
For the first time, I forgot to put a slot in my diary for an annual event at her school. As we left home this morning, I asked if it was ok for me not to attend. She hesitated and said it was fine. Sensing her disappointment, I said I would try my best and if I could make it, I will miss some parts of the show. Her face lit and replied that it was fine for being late as long as I could be there. Thus I am trying my best to keep everything together, without losing my state of mind. I reckon it has reached questionable level judging from my desire of becoming a magical creature and hoping to see Capt Jack Sparrow.
Then again, I suppose we each have our own way to unwind and for me, if it means finding my way to Neverland, why not?
*Ms B apologizes for not being able to blog hop, leave or reply comments. She barely has time to eat, let alone succumb to her guilty pleasure. It is to no surprise that she has gone ‘cuckoo’.*
The young lady's latest favourite tune. Can you spot the tomatoes? *wink*
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle Life is a maze and love is a riddle I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried And I don't know why
I'm just a little girl lost in the moment I'm so scared but I don't show it I can't figure it out It's bringing me down I know I've got to let it go Jjust enjoy the show
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The young lady got herself a new outfit over the weekend; a red devil’s dress complete with headgear. Her groovy aunt whom we met for lunch gave a green packet which was enough for her to get the outfit. She wore it almost immediately. It didn’t matter that I had a small devil holding my hand in the mall as I could see witches, wizards and fairies among us. I foresee this will last for the next few weeks.
‘Pretty’ and ‘cute’ were forbidden. Instead, we had to say she looked scary and awful. She even posed for the occasion and asked Groovy Aunt to capture them.
Alas, the devil in her only lasted for a day. As I was down with a bad stomach bug yesterday, she helped me to do the house chores. I wished I had the energy to make baked macaroni as she requested but it was a struggle and we settled for chicken soup instead. Still, she wasn’t complaining and finished the whole bowl.
Despite feeling blue, the young lady’s latest song has a calming effect. I too find myself singing to the tune.
“I want my money back. I want my money back. I want my money back. Just enjoy the show”.
I once asked a friend if she experienced of not wanting to share emotional posts after people she knew read her blog. I have had this reluctance ever since I made my blog known to some people or became closer to blogger friends. I avoid writing when I feel melancholy as I am pretty sure it will raise an alarm. Nevertheless, one cannot avoid expressing if one wants to maintain sanity. The more you hold back, the bigger the explosion. Imagine a bottle of coke being shaken many times and we open the bottle cap, the degree of spill is bad.
Anyway, how can I compare myself to a bottle of coke? I should at least make reference to wine. It is pricier than the fizzy drink. *grin*
These days, there is a tune which keeps playing inside my head. Only today I realised it was a song by Raihan. I kept thinking of the lyrics repeatedly.
I am not sad or upset, neither I am happy or thrill. I am feeling.... just. And sometimes, all it takes to lift me up is receiving message like this, “good night tomato tree.”*smile*
It had been a tiring and annoying week, the latter was caused by a sudden request to deal with an urgent matter on late Thursday evening. I managed to excuse myself by 7pm on Friday as I had something important the next day. Else, I was sure I’d be stuck at the office much later than that.
The weekend was good, despite the stress I felt prior to my exam, which I passed thankfully. We managed to catch up with friends and had plenty of dining session as well as play time for the young lady. She was given the green light to party all night and looked forward to fully-utilise it but her excitement was cut short when her play-mate surrendered to la-la land around 10ish. She fell asleep not long after.
Anyway, sometimes I wonder on why people expect others to respect their choice when they themselves disrespect the decisions made by others. I’m using disrespect as it covers many grounds, be it voicing out disapproval or disappointment, signalling negative vibes etc. Unless the decision involves ethics, moral or religious issue, then one would feel compelled to advise. Yet, when one is questioned on something which looks positive (no criminal intent or against values and religion), it somehow makes us think twice on telling.
Darn! Another crappy post. I was hoping to write something witty or girly (dress, shoes, ehem ehem) but I had a dull week. I need to go out, or better, go shopping! Well, maybe not indulging myself to shoes and bags but perhaps coffee with friends and enjoy the view of candymen while I still can. *grin*
