A white chocolate dream respite

Do you hear me,
I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

- Jason Mraz’s “Lucky” featuring Colbie Caillat

(I'm sooooo loving this song at the moment. Thank you Nyameen *mwahhh* )

So, I’ve decided not to whine…much. I’ve decided to accept the fact that I can’t seem to get away from this place at all no matter how hard I tried (hard ke?). What really helps these days is that I’m extremely busy sampaikan I’m not even able to return any calls to my dear friends (well, just that one actually).

But truly, right now, this me-time now, is just a respite. I know that in a few minutes, I should be jumping up to do something that I’ve forgotten, or to see someone that I should have, like, about 2 hours ago, or just to fill up my water bottle. And wash my plastic container from yesterday. Eww. Downside to being environmentally friendly haha!

I’ve practically halted all physio session as I can’t even think about my knee at the moment. But at least I’m getting some exercise, traipsing up and down. 2 days ago, I clocked in about 6,000 steps (I think my phone can calculate this thingy, unless I’m wrong and those are actually figures for something else la kan). And that was just a normal day at the office. Oh, plus some dancing in the evening.

Of which I shouldn’t be doing as I’m not properly healed yet. But I can be gedik that way. Then again, the reflection on the mirror always manages to sober me up, but I find that it’s easier to not look at the mirror, or else to be standing behind a bigger guy while dancing away.

See, I’m not whining. Not even about the recent petrol hike. Like, whatever. Busses rocks my socks haha! If only the Govt would implement double deckers….

Righty then, I know I should be making some calls now, so err…hasta luego.

p/s: Of all the person to enter into my dreams the other night, YOU did. Surreal, but niiiceee. Haha, as my sister always says, dreams are free and fantasy has no boundaries ;)

Like the first time

I'm feeling alive all over again
As deep as the sky, under my skin
Like being in love, she says, for the first time
Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right
Where I belong with you tonight
Like being in love to feel for the first time

- Lifehouse’s “First Time” -

The premise of the television series “Life” centers around the yummy Damian Lewis (don’t ask) as Detective Charlie Crews who was wrongfully convicted of murders of his family and his business partner. After spending 12 years in jail, he emerged with an almost innocent, child-like perspective on certain technological advances that has whizzed him by. He sets about his new life solving crimes with a new partner, with a latest obsession on finding out who or what has caused his exile in prison.

The premise of MY life:

After spending almost 3 years working with the same partners in the same environment, doing basically the same tasks, getting quite good at what she does but still doubts the knowledge that she possesses, she was hit by her own version of mini disasters. Suddenly, the building blocks of what she thought her future would be came tumbling down. In a span of a month or so, she finds herself losing her best mates (almost the sole reason for waking up to go to work everyday), being uprooted from the cushy position she was in (it was something that she could do almost blindfolded), and having to co-exist with almost strangers. She has to grapple with the heavier responsibilities, peculiar co-workers (who are really darlings, it’s just that she has never encountered people like them before!), and the prospect of going at it almost alone. The only thing that’s keeping her going is her quest in knowledge and the satisfaction from getting her tasks done successfully. Not exactly the stuff of what “fun” is made of, but then she has also come to accept this little reality:

She’s gotta grow up.

p/s: Mak perasan mak lah diva di atas ittew, dengan memakai couture gown daripada Armani, merenung jauh into the future, searching for a place where she truly belongs…boleh?!