Il fait chaud aujourd'hui.

Bleeding hot today. Brooding at home, in a weird mood of sorts. Met A the other day at the Outram station (yes, the much hyped-about NEL!) while with Piggy... and BOY, was it awkward. Of all places, of all train doors... it had to be *that* same one. And to make things worse, she wasn't alone. I swear it must be an omen.

Been mostly slacking around. Revisited Al Dente and Embargo with Viv, and died laughing in the process (stick, put, shove, deposit, PLACE!!! :p), traditional Ikea and Hulk with Piggy (*DUMB* x 1001 movie); couple of the usual haunts. Looking forward to Sunday and Bent!. :>

26 days to go. Won't be long til the drama fest at the airport again, I suppose. Il importe pas. Its now that matters. We'll deal with it when it comes. So... umm, carpe diem?!

***

I will make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house.
I rush into the secret house.

Excerpt from "Twelfth Night" - Pauline
Lost and Delirious

Fountain of Sighs.

Back from a 2-day holiday with mom at the Beaufort in Sentosa, had a pretty eye-opening aromatherapy massage session... and prior to that, if there's anything I learnt, margaritas + sun tanning under noon sun = bad, BAD idea. Could hardly walk after that, and had to practically beg mom to head back to the room. Cocktails should always be drunk in the evening, or late at night. Or the wee hours of the morning.

Blogged a couple of days ago, but machine died before I had a chance to save or post. Suxxor. Its good to be back though. Even if I'm gonna be fielding off calls and such for the next few days/weeks. Sometimes you just wanna enjoy a little peace and solitude, yanno?

3am, and sitting up in bed thinking I really should be sleeping now coz I'm so damn tired, but... its *3* AM! What is the world coming to? [Aside from the fact that I just woke up from what was supposed to be a "nap"...] There should be at least another 4-5 hours of waking light! Does the air in flogging land really have sleep-inducing properties? Or is it the air-down-there that just plain puts people off sleep? Or... is it just the lack of "thon-ing" buddies here? Shrug. I think I'ma succumb and head to bed.

On a side note, FOS is brilliant. Mossies are driving me nuts.

***

And, in a moment that he would remember for the rest
of his life, she knelt and bent over his face, her hair hanging
in sheets that gave them the ultimate privacy and whispered
into his mouth the unforgivable thing she had just done. It
might have been Confession.

"Where or When" - Anita Shreve

[Who is out with a new novel All He Ever Wanted! *coughPLUGshamelessPLUGcough*]