People I don't know well and don't consider friends - in the narrowest and most traditional of senses - shouldn't be sending me strange texts and inviting me to engagement parties.

I just feel weirded out by it all.

Pole was good. I've missed that.

Twenty minutes more and I can officially go home, and it's the weekend. Which means I have pole tomorrow (whee!) and can wake up in the afternoon.

And I just can't fucking wait.

I get it now. It's always better to have something to look forward to than nothing (even when the going's great).

The sound of you sleeping

Friday ... and then, pole.

It'll be the first proper pole class for more than a month. I'm looking forward so much to it, I'm scared I'll jinx it. =(

The Frames - 'Star Star (Pure Imagination)'

Album: Set List



Sitting alone in the train station, I felt incredibly frustrated with myself. I'm so exhausted I shouldn't have lingered after dinner for dessert; I should've excused myself and gone straight home.

But I didn't.

Which was why, at 23:08, I was waiting alone in the train station: Because I didn't say 'no' when I should've; because there was no way of getting home quickly (no cabs in sight).

Which is why, at 00:55, I'm awake waiting for my hair to dry, when I should be asleep - because I need the sleep, damnit.

I'm so tired I feel like I'm about to crash - I suspect it's just a matter of time too. There's a headache lurking in the front of my skull.

I haven't had a good and proper rest since before I went on my little vacation - and certainly not during that vacation.

Can't wait 'til the weekend comes. Will have to get through tonight (salsa, and one gathering for which I'd've to skip pole prac). And tomorrow. And Friday.

Sigh. I'm really, really, really tired.

Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová - 'Once'

Album: Once OST



It's a simple joy, walking my dog - realized it tonight. The small, everyday things always end up being big things when they disappear.

I think I've been chasing my tail (as Mephisto once put it) and has gotten sucked up my ass. And I'm stuck ...

Art & Lies currently on hold as I devour Judy Grahn's Another Mother Tongue (rather interesting, even if I read with much skepticism), found in Chiang Mai's airport for just THB 199.

It's amazing what you can find at the least expected of places.

Just as I'm two inches from sleeping on the job (yes, I'm that close), I get told I'll be helping to administer our data system. Guess I'll have more abbreviations to memorize and add to my vocabulary (temporarily).

Oh. Joy.

The quiz results aren't happy: It appears that I have Stage 2 Adultitis.

=(

Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová - 'Fallen From The Sky'

Album: Once OST



Back in Singapore - skin a little burnt, face a complete wreck, and hair utterly ruined - and back to work tomorrow. (I'm nervous about going back to work and seeing Mephisto.)

This week on, I'll be back on my regular dance schedule of five classes a week: stylings, Intermediate 2 salsa, jazz (prolly should stop skipping classes), and pole 3A.

Hm.

The Swell Season - 'Alone Apart'

Album: The Swell Season



Chiang Mai is quite lovely - cheap food and accommodations - and plenty of friendly dogs and cats around.

But I miss you so much, chickie. Every day, every night.

=(

Rach and I made it to Chiang Mai - we had to get another one-way ticket because of my screw up - and, last night, we went out walking to the night bazaar.

We'll be here 'til Friday. I swear, this place looks even better than the pictures. I could really just sit in the lobby the entire day and surf the net or read a book.

Not to mention, free 24-hour net access and free wifi in the rooms - unfortunately, my laptop can't detect any available wireless network. =(

The sound of you sleeping

The period just before I'm due to travel is always fraught with anxiety for me. Prolly because I'm a worrier, and highly strung.

Managed to screw up the itinerary and tickets royally. Tomorrow, Rach and I will have to chance it. I can never get anything right ...

Never mind The Prophet, give me The Profit.

Norma Waterson - 'Pleasure And Pain'

Album: The Very Best of World Divas



I had a thought about it. This frustration I've been trying not to let spiral out of control, I'd put down to PMS (it could still very well be - except it's been here for so long), but could be from the lack of dance classes. They're the blinkers to keep me from noticing that I am - and have been - slipping "between the gaps, the reassuring stepping-stones".

Will be flying SIN/BBK/CNX/BBK/SIN from Tues to Sun. Hopefully I'd pick up some peace over there.

Otherwise, I'm buying a copy of The Prophet and will try to give up acquisitions and possessions.

The sound of you sleeping

Friday, was introduced to a lady (friend of a friend of Jen's) and in the course of small talk, she told me, "You must be comfortable in your own skin" - which was in reference to my naked face.

I laughed, thinking it couldn't be farther from the truth.

Especially now. I'm not comfortable, period.

And, I hate packing for myself.