Her Pandora’s Box

Dear sugarplum fairy,

Tomorrow marks the first day of a new job and yes, i am thrilled. It is like the blind’s attempt to leap and perhaps its all been a mistake and i might just fall and regret this. And perhaps this somewhat ‘new experience’ could just turnout to be another material in my bag of ’sour’ memories. Did i just made it all too obvious i’m not the most optimistic person around? Afterall, it is only a new job. A vacation job, to be exact. And so i have issues.

Speaking of which, I’ve never stopped to question myself; to ask why i cannot deal with changes, why i don’t give it a chance, why i look away and ultimately reject it, why is it so hard to adjust to something new? But of late, i’ve been gently pressing myself towards the edge an inch bit at a time. And just minutes ago, i found me telling myself "let’s give this a try". Alas!

A quick backtrack,

Last Thursday screamed for some splendid partying and hell, i had a ball of a time. Here it comes:

It was all a much too sweaty, funny, podium-hogging, make-up runny situation. I started the night with a bad headache but it turned out to be heaps of fun and friends.

Leo’s getting married and the time is just about right. Christmas sale means gorgeous dresses and of course, SALE.  Now thats a toughy. The garden lunch will be held nearby the church and i’m thinking something not too elaborate. Like a white linen sundress or something. But the again, the invitation states- Dresscode: Cocktail Chic. Now, that sounds like fancy, sassy and chic in contrast to white, simple and sweet. You guys, some help? Perhaps some ideas and of course budget-friendly places!

I’ve decided on a little something-something for the wedding dinner. Now thats settled.

Sam’s blog reads and i quote:

"I’m feeling a great sense of lost right now. I’m not quite sure why. i miss everything about Singapore."

I am beginning to miss my Samantha truck lots. Eversince she flew back home, we haven’t quite had the chance to update ourselves on each other’s life. She’s promised to fly back here for about a week just to hang out with me and shop for Christmas. Until about a week ago, all plan’s failed and no, she isn’t coming back. Not until next year. Samantha Ward, you are officially terribly missed. Come back.

Now that we’ve spoken of Christmas, i’ve been writing my christmas list all week. AND i’ve only settled on a gift for Chrystelle out of the entire list of people! Which isn’t so bad reflecting on the fact that she’d be flying back to Australia in mid December. The list needs to be dealt with and i will start right now..

Dear sugarplum fairy,

Hi world! Its good to be back. It is, it is.

Nothing productive has come outta this holiday. Though, its only been two weeks and considering i’ve secured a cool/very girly/uncomplicated vacation job in within a week, i think thats pretty impressive. I think.

Last week, the kids had their last hiphop, tap, jazz and ballet classes. The new dance term starts in January. I could’ve sworn i felt myself melting and then slowly seeping into the ground before i vanish. They gave me little notes that says ‘i will miss you’, hugs and even more i-miss-yous and then one of them wanted my address so she could write to me. These beautiful little people is definitely my greatest weakness. I love kids.

I spent two rainy/stagnant/uninteresting/unproductive/lonely days at home. I tried being innovative and did all that i could salvaging whatever i had here in the apartment. Eventually, at the end of approximately 8 hours, Yasin happened to phone and asked what i was up to. So i responded honestly: "i’m staring at the wall, Rabbit."

Now, staring into space isn’t as bad or as dull as you might perceive it be. It actually, well, naturally squeezes your creative juices dry and soon you will find yourself being imaginative, dreamy and excessively using ‘what if’, ‘if only’ and etc. No? Try it.

After an hour of amusing myself by this highly effective and therapeutic exercise for absolute bums, i’ve come to give its by-product: book titles! Here it comes:

Limited Edition Books by Maria A.L

• If I Could Get A Tattoo Pt. 1 and Pt. 2
• Step-by-step Guide To Moving Out Into Your Own Apartment By 21
• The Eurotrip With Sally (fiction)
• Eloping To The Carribean for Dummies The Crazy In Love
• What Would It Be Like To Be Under Alien Surveillance?

There, i had fun.

My room is beginning to look like an archeological dig. And so before i start discovering fossils, i should really do some cleaning up.

Paris Hilton’s sex tape is insanely weird. Its like Jerry Maguire meets Britney Spears in a porno called ‘Bambi’s New Adventure’. Gross.

Quite frankly, I just want and am dying to get rid of this splitting headache as much as i want to liposuct my lovehandles. No wait, i want to liposuct my lovehandles more.

I JUST REALLY MISS RABBIT OWKAY.

I’ve never been more random. I’m thinking it must be the aspirin.