Sunday
I told you before that's Life.
Dear Dad.
But my superhero came just in time carrying this huge pile of workbook up to my class, smiling, even though he had to drive all the way from Jalan Song back home and all the way to Tabuan Desa again. Yep. That's my dad.
I look back now on the 18 years I've lived, and I can't, couldn't, and never would be able to come up with or think of anything my dad has NEVER done for me. He is the most selfless person I know and I say this because, this man who never walks pass the blind playing their music by shopping mall entrances or the crippled sitting next to packets of tissues they're selling to make ends meet, without a care. He gives and encourages my brother and I to do the same. His a firm believer in the rewards of being hardworking and responsible in life and to me he is a living testament to what he preaches. My dad watches the news, loves nothing but a cup of hot milo and char kway teow, and that should just about make him as interesting as everyone else.
But to me, his more than that.
My dad's my hero. Happy father's day daddy, I love you :)
To all every dad out there, I wish everyone of you a Happy Father's Day as well. And to my Father in heaven,thank you for blessing me with the most amazing dad.
Please open up his heart and let him know how amazing You are too :)
Caked.
Just for the record, its not my birthday :)
Saturday
Trip to Chicago.
Monday
Golly.
So what now? My more sensible alter ego has been cajoling the part of me that's so fed up now to just persevere. I need to leave. I'm so weary of everything now. All this menial endlessness has jaded me long enough. I can't wait to be away. My unconfined fantasies take me to places I really want to go and be at. To the streets of New York. Having Papaya King hot dogs, getting myself lost among shelves and shelves of books in the state library, people watching in Central Park, suddenly I'm in a sunflower field in Arles and having macarons at the Cafe de la Paix stuttering in broken french for a fresh croissant and a cup of french coffee then I'm all the way in New Orleans lost in the crowd of the Jazz fest with a beignet in hand and all at once I can only see rows and rows of cherry blossom trees with a bento right next to me. I think I'm expecting too much. I'm delusional with high expectations and impossible dreams now maybe that's why I can never be content. Ah. Life. This unfathomable gift from God.
I'll just shut up now and hit the sack. Dear Insomnia, if you're reading this please kindly plague someone else tonight will ya?Like a security guard or an owl ok? Someone who really needs you. Thanks.
Friday
Its Going To Be Monday!
My two week holiday is coming to an end and I am addressing this with a very sombre heart. So long to idling. I have done nothing but watch Audrey Hepburn movies, reading and tumblring from dawn till dusk. Productive holiday eh? I still have a gazillion things I want to do now. But I'll take my time. I'm wondering how things are going to be like next year. I know its going to be another completely different experience. I'm beginning to feel oh golly....excited :) What with grocery shopping, doing your own laundry again. But on the other hand I honestly don't know what's going to happen tomorrow let alone next year. I'll just leave it to God now. Anyways, I'm excited about Toy Story 3! I'm going to bring my lil cousin for the premier. That is if I can get tickets. His excited too. About popcorns and sodas but not the movie really :)
Anyways, to infinity and beyond! Have a great day :)
Thursday
I'm a Country girl.
Country Court happens to always be crowded I've realized and that's for a very good reason. The food of course :) Sorry for the pictures. We were sardined into a corner and I could even hardly get up just to go to the washroom let alone bring out my camera. But hey I'd say you guys go and try the food yourself :)
Friday
Rewind.
Insomnia is being such a pain in the arse and she won't leave me alone. I'm on page31 of Catcher In The Rye and I'm going to let myself be carried away by the familiar waves of nostalgia. Just for awhile. After all I'm still awake. I feel like listening to Frank Sinatra now. Just fly me to the moon or somewhere else far away. Just for awhile.
Say Cheese.
Thursday
Full Of Life.
Wednesday
CuppaCino.
I promised that my next post would be about food so here it is :) Spent an afternoon at Caffe Cino in Hilton. For the sake of killing time before my mummy's birthday dinner and also for the sake of pictures. So here you go :)
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