Saturday - May 01, 2004
Thanks.
Seven things to be grateful
for:
1. Airconditioning - it's been too fucking hot. It's migraine heat. Heat that smears itself all over my skin like sizzling butter, and stays there. I scuttle between office and car airconditioning and hope that my makeup doesn't self-destruct in the transition.
2. Shu Uemura Depsea Water in Rose - A refreshing rose-scented moisturizing facial spray in a see-through plastic bottle. I could also buy an atomizer from Landmark and fill it with distilled water, but hey, it feels good to treat myself to something inexplicably trivial.
3. Breaks in routine - Pat set me up on a blind date (a very safe, noncommittal lunch) with a friend of hers. He thought I was weird. I of course did not disabuse him of the notion. It was fun to chatter - over delicious sea bass and baked Brie - of the days of Letraset and Graphitype, and the amazing European train system, and why Heathrow airport is hell on senior citizens.
4. Well-meaning aunts - There is a huge balikbayan box in the living room filled with delightful odds and ends: ex-bridesmaid satin pumps, wedges two sizes too small for my feet, at least 3 kilos of pistachios, various broken-in tees and a dress fit for a Missoni-whore cancan dancer. I adore everything in that box and intend to rummage in it some more today.
5. Greenhills - Cheap summer tank tops, beads for the bead addict in me (Teye reminded me to bring my jewelry next week for her to show her aunt who works for Nordie's), quilted Indian cotton comforters (these feel so sinfully good on your skin), bric-a-brac from the sidewalks of Bangkok, this one stall that sells crocheted skirts ten sizes too big for me but which I want anyway, and sago coolers from DEC.
6. Quentin Turtletino (and Tina) - Our sliding, basking turtles are getting too big for their bowl, and they scritch and scratch the glass at the oddest hours. One day they will figure out the exact amount of force it will take to topple the bowl over, and then they'll be sorry. ;-)
7. Saturday - The great divide day, the comic book gutter day, the don't-call-me-I'll-call-you day, the day that makes every other day worthwhile.
1. Airconditioning - it's been too fucking hot. It's migraine heat. Heat that smears itself all over my skin like sizzling butter, and stays there. I scuttle between office and car airconditioning and hope that my makeup doesn't self-destruct in the transition.
2. Shu Uemura Depsea Water in Rose - A refreshing rose-scented moisturizing facial spray in a see-through plastic bottle. I could also buy an atomizer from Landmark and fill it with distilled water, but hey, it feels good to treat myself to something inexplicably trivial.
3. Breaks in routine - Pat set me up on a blind date (a very safe, noncommittal lunch) with a friend of hers. He thought I was weird. I of course did not disabuse him of the notion. It was fun to chatter - over delicious sea bass and baked Brie - of the days of Letraset and Graphitype, and the amazing European train system, and why Heathrow airport is hell on senior citizens.
4. Well-meaning aunts - There is a huge balikbayan box in the living room filled with delightful odds and ends: ex-bridesmaid satin pumps, wedges two sizes too small for my feet, at least 3 kilos of pistachios, various broken-in tees and a dress fit for a Missoni-whore cancan dancer. I adore everything in that box and intend to rummage in it some more today.
5. Greenhills - Cheap summer tank tops, beads for the bead addict in me (Teye reminded me to bring my jewelry next week for her to show her aunt who works for Nordie's), quilted Indian cotton comforters (these feel so sinfully good on your skin), bric-a-brac from the sidewalks of Bangkok, this one stall that sells crocheted skirts ten sizes too big for me but which I want anyway, and sago coolers from DEC.
6. Quentin Turtletino (and Tina) - Our sliding, basking turtles are getting too big for their bowl, and they scritch and scratch the glass at the oddest hours. One day they will figure out the exact amount of force it will take to topple the bowl over, and then they'll be sorry. ;-)
7. Saturday - The great divide day, the comic book gutter day, the don't-call-me-I'll-call-you day, the day that makes every other day worthwhile.