It rained just now and I hurried over to the big glass door in the pantry, a mug of hot steaming sweet tea in hand. Some habits just never change.

I am so angry, I am shaking. I can't even remember the last time I was this angry!

Today has been good, so far. When things are going good, I realize that my mood really shifts from bad to good to bad again and to good again during the entire week. It sort of makes me understand that in life we can't always have what we want. There are days when everything just turn out really really well, but there are also days when all hell seem to break loose. I skipped my yoga session this morning so I could come to the office earlier to clear up some pending stuff. I'm hoping I can catch up on Friday, since I've skipped two sessions in a row now. It'd be nice to do it by the pool. The office is quieter now with everyone out to lunch. Only a few people are left behind. Maybe they also have their lunches packed from home, like me. My sweet vanilla tea has turned cold, but that's okay. I can find comfort in even the coldest tea on a good day like this. I think I'll go out to the patio and have my lunch now.

I want to stop working so I can concentrate on other things that I can't find time to do while I'm working like this. Why is that so hard to believe?

I'm dying to go home. There's only 3 people left in the office and we have to keep on moving or else the censor will shut everything down; the lights, the aircon and all the TV sets. This office is cool and so smart, but at hours like now, it just gives me the creeps!

I am at Changi Beach, the wind running in my hair like a hundred horses galloping in a race. It's 6.52pm and the sky is as bright as fresh milk. I am sitting on a picnic rug in a tshirt and chinos, my current read sitting peacefully on my lap. Abang and Dede are lying down on the sand, enjoying the waves hitting their little bodies back and forth. My dad is chatting with a stranger, an old man with a fishing rod in his hand. Mum is sitting next to me, enjoying the calmness of the breeze and from afar I can see a family eating and laughing on their picnic rug. In the middle, a man dressed in white is doing his Ashar prayer. Such a serene and peaceful sight. There are several men windsurfing in the sea and some people have started building their tents to spend the night here. My iPod is playing beautiful music while my thoughts are travelling to unknown places and it feels as if time has indeed frozen, right here, right now. I can smell the smoky smell of grilled fish from a barbeque grill belonging to a family whose tent is propped up just behind us. It's a lovely evening and the sun is fading away into the horizon. The moon is ready to pay us all a visit and as the sky slowly inks away, I can hear Anwar Robinson sweetly whisper in my ears,

Oh please be there
still in love with me...

I want to stop time and freeze its hands. I want to catch the hours, minutes and seconds and put them in a bottle so I can do what I need to do, finish all that I need to finish and enjoy living for the moment for just one day. I want the world to stop revolving so it can capture my shadow and let me dance on my own for a while. Yes, I want time to stand still for a moment, only for me.

I'm back. After leaving work for just two days, I've been welcomed home by 188 office emails in my inbox. Just the sight of it was enough to make me yearn for another holiday. But I shouldn't be complaining. I had a blast. Met my family, spent time with my friends, visited my old office and met everyone there, had a body scrub and massage, plus all that yummy Indonesian food. And to someone who shared that small spontaneous portion of temporary madness with me, thank you. I'm still grinning wide here, thinking of it ;-)

Today has been one of my best days in Singapore, so far. Cleared a lot of stuff off my plate and finally getting the hang of things at work, at last. It's been a bumpy start and I almost lost my sanity during the whole process, but I'm happy to say (and feel) that I think I've overcome the toughest part of relocating to another country, tackling a new job and getting familiar with new surroundings. I feel like I can kiss the sky and taste the sweetness of cotton candy in the clouds. What a wonderful feeling to bring home.

That Anwar Robinson guy on American Idol is so hot. His voice brings shivers all through my body each time he sings. Eventhough Mario Vazquez also has my vote, I have a feeling (and really hope) Anwar will win this season's competition.

Puncak. Bersih Sehat. Siomay. Pempek. Puri Mall. RCTI. Kue rangi. Sate ayam. Teh botol. Tempe goreng. Kecap manis Bango. Gado-gado. Creambath. Luluran. Bajaj. PI Mall. Taxi Blue Bird.

I'll be coming home to all of the above next week. Yippe!