With Minibean soundly asleep now, I could finally relax a little, and pile on my mud mask(well basically I bought them on a whim, and if I don’t use them, a  bit the wasted, right?).

She threw a big tantrum today(yes, as cute as they come, they have reaaaaaaaaalllyyyyy BIG characters to speak of) after returning from her paternal side in the afternoon.

Maybe a swim-fest after her nap would appease her a little

It was nice at work yesterday, where some light was finally shed, and I have plenty on my plate to work with now. I resent feeling directionless, and at least with a little something figured out now, it wouldn’t be long before everything is in place.

Had lunch with Erik and Felicia and it was brilliant lunchtime company(since I seldom have company for lunch anyway), and it was nice. I had pasta at TCC again though the day before when Minibean was brought down to have lunch with me, we ordered pasta too.

Spent my time in bed yesterday evening to read, and was terribly disappointed to return home to realise the performance round of American Idol was missed on Wednesday, and there was hardly anything worth watching on television last night.

I must be getting old, my stamina and my physical holding power can no longer surpass the past. Or it could well be the heavy Spizza dinner that prompted such lethargy that I just wanna hole up under the duvet and cosily tucked in.

Spizza was good, a thin-crust Carpaccio + Salami pizza with garlic bread with one bread cheese side with Rivioli(you can see I obviously missed Rome) was even cheaper than the Pasta Mania we used to order.

I remember waking up multiple times in the middle of the night with the lights and television still on, and I tried to fight sleep to finish my book. It was a losing battle as I fell asleep around midnight.

I woke up today and worked from home, working on this proposal which… would probably give me a good idea where to start.

And then I realised next Friday is holiday and my wanderlust is kicking in, strong.

A day hasn’t gone by without me thinking about heading back to London(Rome was awesome for the romance and the beautiful place, but London is a different, homely place to chill) to head to Bicester to shop. And I actually wanna head to Paris for a day… just to revisit a place oh-so familiar too.

I have been to Paris twice, but ever had stayed there more than 4 days.

And of course, Greece, Prague.. Florence, Venice and Nice…. I blame it on Wifey who started the thingy about 2 new cities a year.

I then thought to myself 2 new countries a year doesn’t sound too bad. It not only refreshes me, but it also gives me a brand new perspective on life with the things I see, the people I meet.

I already have Italy and Thailand this year, but I have the tendency to tread back to familiar grounds, which I have no idea why.

And Minibean is heading back to China again in end May, this time setting her little footprints all over Beijing. I am infinitely jeles.

Today I woke up strangely happy, and I started to think of what Potato had mentioned few days ago over mahjong, about repulsion.

I feel so much of it that I had tried the litmus paper test on myself, and even consciously to search for a wee bit of signs to find that pricky feeling, but I just couldn’t find it.

In a way, I wish I did, because it will at least justify something.

But I didn’t.

So strange.

More me-time today with downloaded movies and more reading. I still haven’t finished my Oscar Wilde book though I polished off James Patterson within a day.

I have so much plans for the weekend, that I am feeling plenty of excitement within.