My Bizzare Brainwork Says

Do you see a doggy?

Waking up on your Birthday

Feels just like any other day when you pass the mid two zero mark. If not for all my loving friends around me who kept asking me on where do i want to go for dinner? what do i want for my birthday, honestly, i had totally forgotten about it. The old me would have start plotting and planning few weeks prior, and ensure everything goes as plan, throwing a tantrum if not. Not that way anymore. For this year, it really does feel like any given day.

Jason, Y U NO COME SEE ME!

after so many years of awaiting his next tour to Asia, why must he skip Malaysia or Singapore? Or at least choose a place more accessible in Thailand like Bangkok?? Korat is filled with expats, yes, but it’s more than an hour drive away from Bangkok !

Worse part, i do not have anymore leave left  so unless he comes to me, i can’t possible go anywhere near him T____________T

Week 28

4 years ago, I queued up in the middle of the night to get my hands on the final book. Has it been 4 years already, summer 2007?

A closure to Harry Potter Books and Movies after following it for more than 10 years!!

Followed by a fun night playing gasing – a game of cork and thread at starbucks -_-

What was it about that day that got us reliving our childhood?

Places I wish I were

Truth be told, this is just another one of my dumb blondes moment. Many a times, I wish I am not living in Malaysia. Due to many obvious facts but the urge are especially stronger when I’m browsing fashion blogs or sites like Asos. Certainly doesn’t really help in uplifting my mood when the thought of “I can’t freaking afford anything after conversion!!! “ creeps through my mind. Damn, i wish I’m still in UK so I can afford all those yummy stuff!!

Then it will make me think of the many dangerous “what IF”

What If I did stay on, will I still be working in the chinese takeaway getting fat and contented with such simple simple life ? Or I will be stuck at the chinese takeaway and sulking my life away?

What if I did stay on, and manage to land myself a decent job? Would my life be any different? I would be living in my own tiny flats, taking the tube/bus to work, hanging out in the many parks or nearby fountains munching on sandwiches and a beer on the other hand. Probably I would have more concert/music festival stubs pinned to my wall as well. Weekends away from the city, spend in another city. Summer vacation with big floppy hats and no judgmental looks. Bliss

OR

What if i did stay on, and got stab to death by the so many psycho in UK that we read about in dailymail? Tragic end for me.

To0 many “What If”  and it really doesn’t matter as I am here. In my room. in Malaysia. No more turning back except to ponder upon the happy times, and let my imagination have a run Can you imagine how cute my babies would be if my partner looks like Adam Levine, Ryan Gosling or Chris Evans? Just saying

So here’s to – places I will be in the future… that I will make sure its a good one