This Is It was spectacular. An incredible display of his talent, courtesy, love and care. No pretenses, just pure heart into his music. What should have been was an amazing amazing performance which will be remembered for the next century. I sat there motionless for 2 hours.

Amazing. I don't believe there is another performer who can touch me enough with his songs to make me cry buckets in public.

The king of pop he will forever be.

<3

* Air tickets to Melbourne - check
* Travel insurance - check
* ETA - check
* Change money - to be done this weekend

Updated
* Air tickets to Phuket in January - check
* Accomodation -pending
* Car rental - pending

This coming November seems sweeter than the last, mainly because i'm planning to take two weeks off work. If everything rolls out as planned (i.e, Emirates remains friendly at $666, Jessie doesn't vanish), I'll be off to Melbourne from the 8th to the 13th. My first solo holiday out and the thought of taking a flight out on my own is sending jitterbugs down my spine but there's always a first in everything.

And when I return, it'll be time for huns - a nice weekend at M hotel to celebrate Ryan's birthday. I've done the scrapbook thing, the cookie / cupcake / brownie / cakes fiesta, the rounding up of friends for a surprise deal. I have three more weeks to crack my head and come up with something to impress, which is proving to be harder than I thought it'd be. My creative juices have run dry and I blame it on the months being trapped inside my office cubicle churning tax comps. HA ha.

Tomorrow I will go to the library and borrow a book on Melbourne, or I will attempt to be the sweet lovergirl and start searching for the PERFECT GIFT.

i'm so tired i feel like curling into a ball and hiding away from the world for a while. work is depressing and routine. people are judgemental and political. the only thing that keeps me going is my ability to shut off and pretend that these trivial things don't matter.

100 more cases to go in the next one month and a half before i'm done for the year. It's not possible. i don't see the light at the end of the tunnel.

booo did not go zouk last night = did not get to catch Armin vaan Buuren in action.
boo booooo..................

it breaks my heart to read the news everyday.
death after death after death... how can there be so much hatred in the world? aren't we all the same? a different race, a different skin colour, speaking a different language. but aren't we all children of God, with the same two eyes nose ears mouth limbs living on the same soil on the same planet.

i don't know man...
maybe i shouldn't even read the news to spare myself from the heartache and tears.

Gaza fears, Mumbai memories, economic collapse, thailand unrest and a whole series of tragedies. I feel almost guilty that amidst all the suffering going on around me, I'm still living comfortably with family, friends, a roof over my head and no financial woes. Often times I think I take all these daily comforts for granted. What is a little flu, emotional issues, or a bad day compared to all those who live from day to day, not knowing whether or not they'll live to see the sunrise the next day? When will they stop giving ridiculous reasons to fight? it's clearly their greed and insecurities. Innocent lives are paying for their obsession.

Sigh. The world is falling into pieces.