what happens after goodbye?

We had a goooooood time laughing at Isla Fisher over the weekend. She’s exactly like how I’ve envisioned Rebecca Bloomwood to be. She’s pretty but not extraordinarily beautiful. She’s innocent, lovable and not at all annoying. The movie is actually quite different from the book, so don’t compare. But it was funny. Most of the people in the cinema laughed out loud quite a number of times, including the guys! So it’s not one of those ‘paksa-gelak’ kinda movie. Enjoyable. Please go watch. And no, I’m writing this not because I think I’m Rebecca Bloomwood *rolls eyes* or because I could relate to her (I’m not even half as crazy as she is), but because it is one of the nicest movies I’ve watched in recent times. Actually, don’t take my word for it, I’m not a movie freak. I know nothing. So yeah, go watch whatever movie you want to watch and don’t let me tempt you. But then again, if you have my movie companion, you’d think any movie is a great movie too.

I had a sleepless night. I woke up every one hour or so. This is my normal pattern until I recover. Recover from the shock of watching him leave. Again. I need my sleep. The one thing that I can't wait to do today is to go home and hit the sack straight away! It's tiring - not being able to sleep soundly. Ohh, I gotta get ready for a meeting in an hour. Surprisingly, I'm quite nervous this time even though this is definitely not the first. Maybe because this time, I will be presenting my work, and not just assisting somebody. Ugh, butterflies butterflies. Ok, think happy thoughts. Think. Happy. Thoughts. Ahh, ok done that. :) Wow, I didn't know that it's actually quite simple. Happy.