"wonderful world"

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"You get me so
Get me so excited

I'm hot, come on, so get it ready
And I'll open my spot for you
Anytime you want me to
So you can

Act bad
Don't hurt me
Look sexy
Talk dirty

And i'll open my spot for you
Anytime you want me to
Get me so excited"

AHHHHHHHHH. the song wasn't played last night, but the feeling's mutual.

butter was fantastic; i'm speaking on behalf of myself of course. i can't say the same for everyone else. judging from the little tidbits of information i've amassed from people around me last night:

1. I WAS VERY EXTREMELY HIGH
2. in a world of my own; apparently standing up and dancing by myself in the middle of the sofa area - where everyone else not me, remained seated
3. on the platform/stage too - i recall being asked up by some girl, who erm.. supposedly thought i was hot, upon my enquiring why she invited me up. question mark question mark.
4. high, but definitely not drunk. no slurring or walking sengeh, no babbling/rambling nonsense, no making out with strangers, no bumping and grinding, no stripping of clothes etc.
5. okay, this is as far as it goes. the rest is either somewhere swimming around in the murky depths of my memory, or private & confidential - for me to know, and you to find out.

that and i slept like a log last night. haha. i cannot fathom how i managed to fall asleep with a towel wrapped around my still-wet hair, turban style. nor could i remember being spoken to in any way whatsoever and you returning to bed from the bathroom or the phone ringing early this morning.

**note: did you know... when i reached gen's place after work around 6-ish, i had the worst headache ever. the kind you suspect arrives after the weather zigzagging around from hotcoldhotcold. i was aching away; i prayed it would go away, because i'd been looking forward to a night out (this one in particular) since the start of the week, it was the ONLY thing helping me get by. popped a panadol-like pill after dinner, and prayed for the best. hot bath, dressed up sexy heh, cleaned the contacts and i was feeling tons better. upon reaching butter however, it came back, kinda. bummer right? but like i said, alcohol always helps. *grin* sure did.

BIG P/S: I DROVE JUST NOW! mother excluded!! we were headed in the general direction of villa bali, but settled on wala, once i realised we were already in the area. the band playing tonight was pretty damn good too.

as i was outside my estate, turning into begonia, cassie's 'long way to go' came on the radio, and in true form, i started dancing (like REAL dancing. heh) pity i couldn't jerk the car, the peeps had dozed off somewhere on the ride home.

i've known myself for a good 20 years now, and i've come to the conclusion that i tend to get excited over the most unexplainable and littlest things. i'm not alone in this train of thought. there are others who think this about me too, told me so.

can't help the fact i'm easy to please :)

i realised one of the 'perks' (if you can call it that) of driving is (i think i watch wayy too much tv/many movies) being able to get out of the car, close the door, lock it then proceed to twirl the car keys in your hand (important: jangling sound inclusive) as you distance yourself from the car - you know, with your finger in the hoop thingy - in that oh-so-cool way, like they do in the movies. hahaha.

it sounds ridiculous, but think: john woo, face off. john travolta and nicholas cage exiting their respective modes of transportation, strong blast of wind, trench coats billowing behind them as they walk towards each other in slow motion. typical hongkong gangster style in a hollywood blockbuster. it was the most featured scene, just ask yourself if you remember any other part from the movie besides that. it's practially the entire trailer!

see, told ya. erm, they weren't twirling car keys or anything, but you get my point. right?

oh and also, the one thing that singlehandedly got me hot and bothered about my new job wasn't the people, or the pay, or the getting off my bum, or anything of real importance really. just the fact that i'd get to decorate my own desk!! whoopee. but i didn't. so peewhoo --> that's the sound of my bubble being burst. the rain on my parade. the yada yada of my balloon deflating.

onto other more, er just other news.

james morrison's 'wonderful world' makes me wanna stand under the sunshine on a glorious day (his delectably husky/sexy voice singing to me via ipod plugged in; volume full blast), in the middle of a breathtakingly endless field of sunflowers with arms fully extended, twirl around in circles till i'm dizzy and out of breath, then collapse to the ground and stare at up a beautiful sky, preferably with a gorgeous rainbow on display. it truly is wonderful.

notice the excessive use of flowery descriptive language such as: glorious delectably breathtakingly beautiful gorgeous, and it was even said in the same breath as 'sunshine', which i am famous for detesting with a passion. the heat irritates me, to be exact, it's more the humidity - ahh but who's keeping track?



and i know that it's a wonderful world
but i can't feel it right now
well i thought that i was doing well
but i just want to cry now
well i know that it's a wonderful world
from the sky down to the sea
but i can only see it when you're here, here with me

you can tell for sure, the effect this song has on me. i feel an uncontrollable urge to grin madly and hum along to the song - as i am doing right this instant. *smirk* fine, i admit his adorably curly hair helps - ALOT - and the fact that he's a mere 21 years of age helps too. ALOT ALOT.

last night, tonight - all fabulous. if only the weekend lasted 5 days, and i only had to work on 2. oh wells, if that happened, then i suppose pigs could fly.

did you know, that they can't FLY, but they can SWIM?

p/p/s: pics to be uploaded, hopefully. once i get my hands on them - whatever evidence of last night's shennanigans must be collected, carefully documented and preserved. now i'm babbling!