All grown up and nowhere to go

Archive for December 2009

Mmghh. Nyeh.

Rah.

Had wanted to write thoughtful, intelligent stuff but realized am too tired, can’t even talk about Sherlock movie just watched with Zee. Sleep awaits-

Just finished cousin’s wedding. If I have to hear any more “so when’s it your turn, haha” jokes I will scream. My uncles were even asking me if, when it comes to my turn, I’d invite them over to Sing since I’ll probably have my wedding there. Since the question came after 3 slices of tiramisu (and a fruit tart), I was too overwhelmed and told them to direct all free flight requests to my dad.

I haven’t yet found the perfect response which would include the fact that I’m single and don’t bloody hell know when and even if I’ll be getting married without sounding sad/desperate/angsty, although I really am comfortable with my flying-solo situation.

Anyhow, Bali flight tomorrow at 8am, so I’d better wipe the gunk off my face and sleep… My wasp nest of a hair needs a wash too.

Flying back home to Jakarta tomorrow to attend younger cousin’s wedding. The fact that he’s getting married at 23 when I can’t even maintain a relationship with my hairdresser is not depressing in the least. What’s depressing is the very probable likelihood that I’m not going to be able to fit into my Trixilini dress for the wedding anymore after continuous bingeing at work.

Why? Why do the gods create McDonalds breakfast with pancakes on the menu?? Why are there kaya toasts??? Worst of all, why do delicious excessively sweet teh exist? (I’m hoping all the dancing I’ve done recently has a somewhat muting effect on the fat load accumulation, but the fact that I eat before+after the dancing may have an even more muting effect on the supposed muting effect.)

Anyways, bloody jampacked flying ahead. Saturday noon to Jakarta, wedding on Sunday, then we’re off to a Bali “family holiday” on Monday. Flying back to Jakarta on Thursday, Christmas on Friday, then back to Sing on Saturday night.

“Then… when would we have time to shop?” I asked my dad (I’d wanted to restock my Indo-translated Jap comics). But does he care? NOOOOO.

Anyways, it’s midnight and I’ve yet to coordinate space for the three pairs of heels I’m bringing into half a suitcase (my space allocation, as sharing with younger sis… I’m hoping to invade some of her territories). Adios!

It hurts and it’s tiring. It’s one thing to watch from the other side of the fence and flirt with fate, it’s another to actually–

No, I refuse to fall!

I haven’t danced hiphop in a while, quite refreshing to try it out again. And quite depressing to find out my fitness level has dropped + I can’t stretch the way I used to… Zzz. Not to mention my nose is blardy runny the whole time… Sniff.

Gonna rest early now, it’s been a packed weekend.

Are we or are we not meeting?

Am confused!