Here’s a little life update on what’s happened recently.
- Up up and not yet away
SO. MUCH. HAS. CHANGED. GAIZ.
Last year, I left 5 years of corporate life behind me and ventured into a new environment. Little did I know I’d be here today. It has taken me 6 years in the working world to come to this point – A leadership position where I’m leading my very own team. This is a goal I’d set for myself 2 years back. I’m super happy to have achieved it and yet, super afraid of letting myself, my team, and everyone else down should I fail.
Well, looks like I’d just have to toughen up then.
- Old times sake
Facebook, Facebook. Connecting you with people you don’t even really wanna be connected to since 2007. Sometimes, some things are best left in the past, never to be brought up again, you know what I mean?
- Creature comforts
I miss those.
- We’ve hit turbulence
Buckle up ’cause it looks like we’re gonna crash and burn, baybeh. Honestly though, I feel like I’m going insane. Sigh.
- Rickety rock
Seriously, having my body fall apart at this age is NOT NORMAL. I may be old, but I’m not that old. I need to take better care of myself.
This perpetual backache is really being a downer. Even as I’m lying in bed on my back, it’s still aching.
1. Shitty sitting posture – considering the fact that I spend most of the day sitting on my fat ass at work, my posture could very well be a huge contributing factor to my backache.
2. Spine out of alignment – I’m not the most graceful of creatures. The years of falling down staircases and landing on my bum/spine could have contributed to this long term ache.
3. Weak back muscles – I do next to no exercise. My muscles are close to nonexistent. Maybe my back is straining to keep me upright.
4. I have a ghost straddling my back 24/7 ala Shutter wtf.
Conclusion: I really need a professional opinion and solution to this. You know you’re in trouble when 30 mins of light walking can trigger a backache.
I just wanted to say I’m exhausted. Dead inside.
The easy way out is tempting. But for now, I need to sleep.
They say the first step towards recovery is admittance.
“He: What’s the matter with you?
Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, “but there was nothing the matter with her.”
Looks like the rain is a month late.
My personal rain cloud is relentlessly trailing me everywhere, seemingly hell bent on drenching me to the bones.
I’m drowning. And it’s so so cold.
Maybe. Do you like the word maybe? I don’t. I don’t like it. I don’t like the uncertainty in maybe.
People generally don’t like uncertainties. And maybe is a deep dark scary hole filled with uncertainties.
Maybe tomorrow will be a good day. Maybe tomorrow will be a bad day. Maybe tomorrow will be both.
No one is certain about the future. Everything is a big fat maybe. And that’s what I dislike about maybes.
If only I knew for sure. If it’s good, it’s great. If it’s bad, I’d like to prepare for it, thank you very much. But maybe doesn’t let me do so. Maybe will come out of nowhere and smack me in the face.
So yes, I don’t like maybe very much.
It’s been awhile. I’ve not had any inspiration to write, though I do find myself talking to myself a lot more. Especially since my insomnia has seemingly returned over the past couple of days.
Talking to myself has been… therapeutic I guess. When I find the voices in my head getting too loud to bear and I can’t find anyone who can understand the avalanche of thoughts inside my head, I can always find a willing listener in myself. If nothing else, at least it helps distract me from my insomnia.
Writing them down would be practically impossible, seeing it’s mostly just verbal diarrhoea. So the monologue with myself works to get rid of some of the noise inside. Hopefully it will also slow the whirring down long enough so I can fall asleep.
Oh, and my daddy turns 50 today. The big five O! Can you believe it? I need to spend more time with the people I love. Starting with dad.
I don’t blog enough happy things. I mean, happy things happen to me, I just somehow don’t blog as much about them as compared to say, sad or angry things. I guess it’s part and parcel of being a pessimist by nature. But that also means I miss out on documenting so many little happy moments that matter.
My happy moment today was when he came to pick me up to work this morning.
A lingering hug after two weeks of separation coupled with genuine, giddy smiles on our faces, that was a happy moment that warmed my heart. Two weeks isn’t a long time, but for a couple as sticky as us (trust me, it’s borderline disgusting how much time we spend with each other), it sure seemed like a mighty looooong period.
Seems crazy how normal everything is, when 12 hours ago I was an eight-hour flight away. Seems crazy how normal it felt to hold his hands as he drove down the familiar road to work, to rest my head on his shoulders, to hear his voice not through the phone, to see his face not through a screen, to have him make me a sandwich for breakfast, and for us to just, be us.
Oh, how I’ve missed us.
As I prepare to take off on a trip that has been on my bucket list since forever, I am hit by an influx of emotions.
Excitement, worry, nervousness, and more than just a tinge of longing. Apart from my family, he is the one I’d miss most.
The silly conversations, late night cuddles, early morning coffee runs, movie dates, sinful suppers, or even just enjoying each other’s company without doing a single thing; I’ve gotten so used to them in such a short span of time. I’ve gotten so used to him in such a short span of time.
I’m not good at being lovey dovey, that’s more of his forte. But I do hope he knows how very much I’ll miss him while I’m away.
Until we see each other again, my dearest sloth.