It seems vodka cranberry has become my most trusted friend this week, hearing secrets and witnessing dismal images that should never ever be told to anyone else.

Vodka cranberry has been cooperative, and it's kept mum while secretly pushing me to be myself in front of people I've never opened up to before.

Hic.

Markets. Currencies. Figures.
Give me a bullfrog and some sleeping pills.

A TOAST.
To not staining the white sofa.
To not angering the cat.
To not puking.
To not getting bored.
To not having sex tonight.
Cheers!

No Doubt -- Hamburg -- Marry Me (live)

Garbage - Tell Me Where It Hurts (HQ)

Rain

I miss the rain.

The countless cups of hot chocolate I've had here are meaningless and uninspiring without the raindrops knocking on the window, urging me to wonder about things. Things. Anything. This and that. And then the creativity would follow and I would be able to write a song or come up with a way to spend the rest of my day.

When I go out, I don't have to worry about my dress getting wet, and where to put my umbrella when I'm finally at the restaurant. I don't have to worry about taxis rejecting me because of the heavy traffic and the flood. But I miss being challenged by the weather. I miss insisting on going somwhere even when the radio says it's Signal Number 2. Now I can go out, brush the sand off my shoes and go about my business, but then everything ends up so dry. Literally.

Rain is something I need right now. The sun here is blinding, and the air conditioning makes everyone a little colder than they already are. Rain is just perfect. Stay inside and you're warm. Brave it and you're tickled and refreshed.

Three long months of dryness. Three more months. Can't wait.

This could be anything.
This could be just a temporary settlement.
This could be a test of my dwindling patience.
This could be the first date I wanted to have after a few hundreds in the past.
This could be a joke that I don’t get.
This could be a dirty idea that I never let go of.
This could be my bullfrog, so stop drinking it.
This could be a lot, so don’t let me keep you.
This could be one evening that will never happen again.
This could be your happiest moment. Well I hate it.
This could be your ego talking.
This could be my ego shutting your ego up.
This could be the guy I wanted to marry.
This could be the guy who wanted to sue me.
This could be the mall I wanted to shop in.
This could be the place I wanted to live in.
This could be the man who did me wrong.
This could be the ring tone that will save my life.
This could be the fancy car I will never ever ride.
This could be home, but I highly doubt it.
This could be you, only it’s me.
This could be anything.

We are finally moving to International City tomorrow. It all wokred out for the best, and as Ethel put it, we have to see the brighter side of things. It's an exciting neighborhood and many people are moving there. It's quiet and pretty and we have a spacious new room and I can't wait to have a bubble bath once evetyhing is sorted out.

This kind of change drives me nuts. I don't ever want to deal with this kind of thing again, but I suppose that would be impossible.