Maria

Sleeping is good.

But too much of it apparently is not. Not especialy when it causes you to miss a effing flight home.

No, I am having no mee pok ta and I am not going to have a lighter head by "this time" today.

EFF EFF EFF.


I am really not very happy with myself right now.

In fact, I don't know exactly why, I don't know exactly how, I don't know exactly since when, but I have not been very happy with myself these days.

I hide. I lie. I pretend.

I run away when I really want to stay. I laugh very hard when I really want to cry very bad.

I don't care when I really care.


The companionship might've been like a youthful yet cruel summer vacation, the friendship heartfelt. But losing it is probably the most painful to endure now.

If, and when, it is really lost, I might wonder if everything had been real, or just a very sweet dream.


I need some time. And I still need to run away.

But I know I will come back soon.

And I so can't wait to see my baby Piper.

In 24

This time tomorrow, I would already have digested a bowl of my beloved mee pok ta to make space for Mom’s chicken soup, and then some bak kut teh perhaps.

This time tomorrow, I would already have dog pee all dried up on my jeans (I bet she’s gonna do that on me when she sees me).

This time tomorrow, I would already have gotten a hug and kiss from my favorite boy (and that I have to spend five hundred Honks dollars to buy).

This time tomorrow, I should already have a much lighter head.


One thing for sure, this time tomorrow, I will be out of the office. And I won't be needing to pretend.

心酸

I think I might just have made a mistake...

Shush

I think I'm trying a little too hard.

No! Not Again!

Now, seriously. Whoever does hotpot on a freakin' Monday night?!



We do!

Galbi'd

Well, I did say I was looking forward to August, didn't I?

Nah... wasn't so much for the summer Olympics though it did keep me entertained at times and if not for it, I would probably have died happy on my couch while watching my dumb Taiwanese shows on cable and never have flipped to the local channels.

Not really so much for the last, and probably the best, bit of summer - though I have never seen so much sun and I have never seen myself this brown for the last twelve months. Typhoons totally suck though.

Nope. None of the above.

The only thing that really thrilled me in August was eating Korean beef in no other place than Korea.



The bonus? The weather, summer making way for fall, was oh-so-perfect. And those pretty boys, and girls, who seemed to have nothing better to do on a Thursday morning but stroll the streets of Myeongdung.



Still, nothing beats the cow.



I am not showing you any picture of the best beef, though. Because the best things in life are not meant to be shared. Though the truth of the matter is, I was so stoned silly and I gobbled it up so fast before I snapped back to reality.


Ah. August has come, and almost gone. And when it's gone, it'll be September.

I just hope I get through September.

I Have No Patents... Yet

Like they always say, good things come in threes.



And like I always tell/convince/justify to myself, there are times when you just have to get all good things in threes.


This is not going to be on my Christmas wish list, no worries.

'Cos they're probably gonna be sold out by then.

Gracie's Six!

Happy birthday to you
Mommy's horrid but she's kinda busy too
But Mommy really hasn't forgotten about you
You're gonna get a big hug and kiss and birthday bone soon



Contrary to very popular belief, Mommy really loves you too.

And Mommy really thinks she's pretty good at writing birthday songs, she's contemplating writing (another) book of them.


These days, Mommy is really missing her two girls. This one's just turned six, which only brings to her mind, with much horror, that the other one's turning eight soon.

How can it be?! How can something that still looks so cute be freakin' eight years old?!

Mommy's horrible. But Mommy's just been having it rather tough recently too, and she thinks she might have gotten some things sorted out. And Mommy's thinking she has to start on some new grand plan - some plan that should include her two babies.


Be good. Don't bully Grandma. And don't let the rascal bully you.

Mommy's coming home soon.

xx

Pranked

Big Guy, I know I like making fun of people and laughing.

But that doesn't mean you should do the same to me.

Sometimes, enough is really enough.


I don't know, I'm getting very tired. Very worn out.

Maybe I think I should keep it shut for a while.


I can't wait to run away again.

T8

You know what?

I don't know what I'd done wrong too.

Große Scheiße

I just had the H-U-G-E-S-T dump ever.

And there I was, sitting on the toilet bowl, and I wondered…

I can’t believe I had that much shit in me.

(Thank God, I did not have the foresight to bring the camera with me into the bathroom…)

"Name the Cartoon Character" Contest

Send in your entries, and stand to win some fatbulous prizes.



And of course, that's not me.

Burned

It's been a long tiring week, having to keep the energy up, lift the spirits high, put on a smile and make the folks around me laugh with crazy antics like winning a ten-ounce steak-eating competition at midnight and putting up an impromptu "Insensitive" performance at the lounge bar.

It has been a long few weeks.

I probably wouldn't have minded it all. Except I still don't feel quite right in my heart, something seems to ache. And I wished I had at least picked a better song.


I only want to sleep. And I really want to go back to my movies. That's where I probably feel I really live.

So I did. I slept, then I woke to watch the life of Matsuko. Which is really resonating in me right now.

I really don't want to die alone too.




Gorgeous is apparently inspired by me, and he's where I want to be right now.

Stop making me jealous.