what’s playing::The Riddle – Five For Fighting::
moodflash:: 
gleeful
It feels oh so good, to walt down Paragon dressed in an old Saints t-shirt, adidas shorts and slippers. With damp and rather dishevelled hair, and spectacles. Having people stare at me increduously. Having the two girls with nicely coiffed hair and designer clothes stare at me goggle eyed while I buy a cake for my mother from Canele.
Everything’s fine now.
♥
[Epidurals WILL hurt.]
what’s playing::Radio – Regina Spektor::
moodflash:: chirpy::
I succumb to consumerism.
I love pumps.
♥
[money money money]
what’s playing::4 In The Morning – Gwen Stefani::
moodflash:: 
moody::
Just because I feel like it.
If miracles do happen, now’s a good time.
♥
[Where have the sweet times gone?]
what’s playing::4 in the Morning – Gwen Stefani::
moodflash:: 
ambivalent::
First one of us to officially step into adulthood. Old, but we love you anyway. Happy Birthday Serene!
♥
[5 more to go]
what’s playing::No More I Love Yous – Annie Lennox::
moodflash:: 
longing::
I miss you, I miss you, I really do. If I could splinter my soul, I will will one half to flitter to your side, and stay there, always around.
♥
[More Time!]
what’s playing::Here’s To Believe – Aslyn::
moodflash:: 
pensive::
She stepped out off the edge of a building, only to feel herself fall. Just to see how it would feel. Bracing herself for the impact of the ground coming up to mee her, her eyes stayed open. She wanted to see the sky, oh so blue, fall away from her.
She landed.
It wasn’t the concrete she was expecting. She looked around. A massive grassy field, with wildflowers growing indiscriminately. A sweet sweet scent assulted her senses. The heady mix of leaf, grass, flower, nature. Nature. And the air was fresh. Fresh. Lying on her back, she saw a familiar face in the blue sky, clouds like old friends gathering round in conversation, and moving away. No one, no one at all. No other human presence could be detected. And finally, Peace hailed her as an owner. As she closed her eyes, she thought, “Is this what it feels like? To lie down and feel life seeping out of me and into Nature. Away from the world. It’s not bad to die – because to die is to live.”
♥
[Leap of faith]
what’s playing::Shut Up And Drive – Rihanna::
moodflash:: 
fatigued::
More than 3 hours spent on transcribing word for word, hems for hems and haws for haws of a 30 minute segment of focus group discussion. I feel as if I am ready to keel over and succumb to the tempting ministrations of the Sandman. And I will.
Also just saw myself on video, talking, gesturing, and behaving alive. It’s so odd! I never knew I sounded like that, looked like that, lived like that. I must say though, my voice, while strange to my ears, is not wholly unpleasant to listen to.
♥
[What is it like to see myself through someone else's eyes?]
what’s playing::Goodbye Alice In Wonderland – Jewel::
moodflash:: weary::
Finally finished with a good 46 survey forms and there is nothing more dreary and tedious than doing data entry, with my fingers hovering around numbers 1 – 5 and eyes glazed over.
Apart from the avalanche of work that is hitting hard right about now, life’s like that – filled with little moments of respite where all I can do is to laugh increduously.
Priceless moment of the day:
Gender: Female
Age: 21 – 25
Marital Status: Single
Housing Type: Private Housing
Household Size: Bungalow
Tsk tsk tsk, imagine. As I remarked to T, if this lady was in the great US of A, she would definitely be blonde.
Going through every survey does have it’s funny moments (funny that only I can appreciate – alas!).
Gender: Male
Age: 21 – 25
Marital Status: Single but unavailable
It also has ‘huh?!’ moments.
Mode of Transportation: Car
Gender: Male
Age: 21 – 25
Marital Status: Single
Housing Type: Condominium
Household Size: 1
Household Income Level: $1000 – 2000
I think I see too little of the world – for my jaws dropped. And then I realised that this wasn’t an isolated case.
A whole lot more, but mini isolated incidents scattered throughout the day.
T: “Nat! You’re trying to do a BeSt FrIeNdS fOreVeRs is it?!”
T: (ON CAPITAL LETTERS) “No! I feel that the words are shouting at me!”
Most amusing of all would be T going over to the dark side. With a “Hey, I know what you guys are trying to do ok!” and a gleam in our eyes, dark with glee.
We’ve all got mountains to climb before term break. Let’s do an Everest!
♥
[TLC aplenty!]
what’s playing::Umbrella – Rihanna feat JayZ::
moodflash:: 
chirpy::
I…
am thankful for the most unexpected gesture of friendship, from an avenue least expected.
I…
am amazed and touched by the gesture of fondness in the form of a letter, with a whimsical verse addressed to me.
I…
am encouraged by uplifting comments of “you can do it!”
I…
am touched by a squeeze of the hand, a stolen peck on the cheek, and bursts of tenderness.
I…
am filled with affection to the people who matter in my life.
Be careful now, my heart is easily stolen, for that is the price of vulnerability.
♥
[Thankful.]
what’s playing::Hurt – Christina Aguilera::
moodflash::
achy::
I think I’m pre-maturely aging. I’m having what seems to be pain in my knee joints. It’s a funny achy feeling that I don’t particularly like. Rheumatism maybe? Because this damn well hurts, especially when it is about to rain, and when it’s cold/chilly.
Maybe I travelled to the moon and back in my sleep, and aged in the process of travelling at the speed of light. But it’s my inner me that has grown old, the outside is still the same. Because it’s the inner me that did the travelling. And unfortunately for the outside me, the inner me’s experiences have physical consequences.
I quite like the idea that when I’m asleep, the inner me feels safe enough to venture out of my body, and float through the boundaries of the home, the body. And once free, it can soar anywhere it wants to, seeing and experiencing as many fantastical things as possible. Whims would be the norm, and, what boundaries? For there are no more walls to block one’s imagination. However, this inner self must return by a set time, much like how Cinderella has to leave the ball at the stroke of midnight. And what is left of the adventured of the inner self whisp away, leaving clinging memories for the body. Like strands of morning dew stringing from leaf to flower to tree – strands which glisten prettily and fade away in the blink of an eye.
♥
[I love my dreams.]
