Lost in Transition

Now you see me,



Now you don't.


The cheap miser cells in me struggled as I finally click on the Internet access button of my hotel. Afterall it is Vegas. WHO stays in their hotel room to check their emails and surf the net?

ME.

I saw this funny little place today while driving.



Ask me how Vegas is people. And all I can say it is so different from what YOU would expect.

I am also homeless. Have you been homeless before? This hotel thing is nice for now, but it might wear off soon. I am so anxious to get a place. I even bought my new bed before having an address to ship too. Silly me.

I have no friends here. I want to go watch a movie but I have no one to go with.

Someone can visit me please?

please???

Once, he said to me: "I don't get mad, I only get even." This was when I threw a wilful but short tantrum one night which I regretted, apologized and received the above response. Needless to say, when we broke up, him getting even was an understatement.

well well. just wanna say that I am trying to learn how to manage myself. I feel like I am easily upset, angered or irritated the past few years. How do I say this, well I have definitely seen better days. I am getting more and more sensitive. Does it come with old age? I guess so.

He tried to get in touch with me. I tried to not return his messages. I am still trying.

This is Puppy & I. At Sentosa, Tanjong Beach on a very very hot day. She was really happy to leave the Mainland for the first time. I got a very bad sunburnt on my back. I think I look like I have a cute butt too.

Yay!

FOund!

I bought this bag from a Zakka shop while touring in Tokyo last January. Now i see it on sale online at this really cute store ThreePotatoFour. I like their stuff. A lot.

And it is such a coincident 'coz out of my 8,462,948,958,230,622 bags, I chose to use this last weekend and chanced upon it just now!

p.s. I bought the bag a little much cheaper though...hehehehehee

The jet is not lagging, it's me.

I lay here with eyes wide open, staring at the window as it slowly turns brighter and brighter behind the curtains. It is only 7 AM on an unknowing Saturday morning. I feel wronged.

My final moments of the night before involved being awakened by the piercing ringing of my antique rotary phone. I answered, just to stop it, and S immediately was slurring something like this: Why didn’t you drop by just now? Why didn’t you even bother to come?

My cellphone said it was 11 o'clock. I was sound asleep, so I couldn’t cook up an excuse as fast as I normally could. So I just said: Hey, I’m sleeping. I am tired. Let’s talk tomorrow okay?

To which she responded, slurring in an annoyed slurring way: okay, okay, bye...

I returned to unconsciousness in under a second and proceeded to have a somewhat awkward dream about a mystery woman and DARN! Just when I want to pen it down now, my memory fails me.

I have officially submitted my 2 weeks’ notice last Wednesday. With that, colleagues who happen walk by me spontaneously will yell out: Quitter! Traitor! Or something in similar fashion. This doesn’t faze me, and a sinister grin will consciously appear at the corner of my mouth. I’m moving on, I told myself, I need to get out!

The countdown started already, but I haven’t done much, except for the sale of my couch. I’ve collected 3 big moving boxes from the office so far —recycling is better than purchasing new ones.

Going back to the reason why I feel wronged — there has been way too many farewell parties organized for people who resigned from my agency (I don’t want to explain why so many people are quitting). So at this point, I kinda stop attending these drink-and-bitch fests. It gets tiring as everyone is just angry and you will be amazed at the amount of resentment they still keep even long after they left. I don’t want to be drunk and angry. I want to leave work and not worry about it for the rest of the night. That is, until the next morning, it can all be familiarized again.

And I don’t drink much socially. I mostly drink to get drunk in order to dance like I don’t care if anyone's watching. Sitting there, with a warm beer in hand, tediously discussing how the previous account director should have save the business we lost just doesn’t seem alluring.

And this is why S is pissed. I had somewhat deliberately skipped one of those going-aways last night. And I kinda sorta maybe perhaps will deliberately forget to attend my very own.

With that said...

No hope for humanity

tired.
jetlag.
going to sleep now.
be right back.