Tsuris and tantrums

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Friday, November 11, 2005

He surprises me.



Shaun on the phone talking business











Yesterday, i came home to a house that smelt like green tea and lavander.
My clothes folded neatly in a corner.
My things arranged nicely in the cupboard.
My bed made (gasp!)
My perfume blocking an old picture and i smiled.


Weary are the days i shuttle from work.home.sleep.work

There is no other way.
I am too comfortable with what i'm earning now i don't think i can take it if i'm earning any less. So fuck it really if i don't have a life.

But that doesn't stop me from planning for my future of course. From insurance to business. But i wasn't really prepared for this:

Him: Do you see yourself getting married
Me: Nope. Haven't got there yet. But i love weddings tho.

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If it were not for yesterday, i'd ask him to take a long walk. Perhaps i want to see other people.

Because i'm one of the most eligible bachelorettes in town.

Because i missed having someone around, bringing me out, being romanced, having someone intelligent to talk to, going to the movies -- having a normal life.

Anything but this -- Housewife to my dog. Living in a boxed up apartment. Still. Alone.


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I've got one of the most difficult tasks assigned to me at work and i am going to have one of the most horrible bosses. Time to step things up a little and rise to the occassion. If i survive till the 20th i'd be buying myself my first apple product.

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The cab passed KK hospital just now on the way to Carl's Jr. I was reminded of the day my sis OD-ed. I was crying on the phone with Vic and even before uncle mamat, my mom and i arrived, Vic was already there taking care of admissions. Talking to my sis.

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