The Insignificance and Vulnerability of Simplicity

Sunday, September 30

Nothing beats having a wonderful group of friends who are true, crappy and wild..

Yan's sis joined us..

Don and Dom joined us..
JS's beau joined us..

Welcome to this family!

Kekekeke..

Albeit fatigue filled, we soon loosen up to the sway of the music..

Sing along to the tunes and forget the woes of the day..

Weird though,

Don and Dom digged out everything out from the 60s to the 90s..

Was impressed by the Lee Hom rap that CZ did..

Mr Lim was a hybrid between Jay and Lee Sheng Jie..

And was amused by Yan and her sis' powerful rendition of Listen..

Dear's too quiet, Suki too quiet, JS's beau too..

irony @

2:05 AM

Friday, September 28

Without fail, he has been messaging me at 10pm for consecutive nights..

Till this message sent a chilly creepiness down me..

He sounded as if I am in some sort of conspiracy with him..

When he did not seeem to take my hint..

Sent him my first and only last message..
Dunno why, I felt a tinge of evil guilt in me..

Albeit curt and harsh, it was effective nia..

So far no more 10 pm messages from him..

And I hope for good.

irony @

11:02 AM

Wednesday, September 19

Havent been blogging for quite some time..
Updates finally..
Time passes so fast..
Shape Run is over for almost 2 weeks..

Since the start of Sep, never really had a chance to smooth out the creases within me..
Be it mentally or physically..

*****

We had our first and ever weirdly organised Family Day..

Not a bad effort I would say, the 2 "punks" in office brought their cute Shih Tzus..

This is one of them..

~Cute~

Then I saw many things I ought not to, decipher body languages in a way that no one ever thought of it..

Took away all my hopes and expectations away again..

Subconsciously, I walked to the beach to avoid the crowd..

A nice breather where no one could find me..

At the end of the day, JS messaged me.

He sensed something wrong with me..
I dont know how, but true friends do know each other well, even when no words are spoken..

Am I right Mr Gemini?

*****

A new colleague joined us..
Since dear aint around for 3 days, I had to be her mentor..

Still remembered that scene when I first brought my lappie to work, shifted into a managerial cubicle, setting up their desks and computer matters. Since all of us shifted seats and computers, all softwares and printers defaulted. Had a hard time trying to figure out the original setups of work fulfillment. Running around from seats to seats, from the commercial department to the mechanical department to store and back to the cycle again.

That was the physical fatigue.

Mentally, he wasnt there. It was inevitable, I was just feeling down..

~My lunch~

For the first time, I attended Jap lessons alone, popped down to Far East after lessons..
Simply not in the mood for retail therapy even though I walked around till my heels threatened to break my ankles..

That was then, when my appetite was wiped and I felt sour within and tears overflowed..

Honestly quite sick of all the acting and stuff, I dont care if the bosses are taken in by that mask, but I was utterly disappointed when he was too..

Maybe I just shouldnt take her so seriously, since whatever she said would somehow contradict something eventually..

Shalt steer clear..

Back to normal on Thur though I was still feeling the blues..

It was only till Friday that Suki lifted my spirits..

We took leave to some place ermm..

That never fails to lift one's mood..

It really felt different knowing you are walking around aimlessly on a workday..

*****

Havent been so proud of myself for a very long time..

This is one fulfillment I never want to forget in life..

More to come in years..

The 5 and 10 km route for our first ever street run..

Motivation comes from orange..

Right after the run..

I'm proud proud..

Proud not from prideful pride..

But I'm proud of my discipline that I withheld so dear..

And of course, how can we leave out photo whoring after the run in the midst of the orange flood?

Think my mobile phone is more utilized for taking pictures as compared to making phone calls..

And the goody bag is helluva awesome..

We are extremely awed how the organisers managed to take the pictures of 6000 women and then upload everything and then provide you a feature that when you entered your bib number, you are able to find pictures of yourself running?

Crossing my fingers for 10 km next year..

*****

irony @

12:43 PM

Sunday, September 9

Tomorrow will be the day..

Very pretty and defined but it'll be perfect if they had given what Suki asked for..

They said we should not experiment the run with new shoes..

Cant help it =P

irony @

4:10 AM

Wednesday, September 5

Random again.

Haphazard paradigms kept refuting each theory..

I cant stop can I?

Thoughts running 24/7..

This aint healthy..

Sometimes my face muscles froze

Sometimes I feel short of breath..

We are so near yet so far..

He cant stop now, and I dunno if I should..

I miss him for him..

The more laid back him, the not untouchable him..

The lure of a better position is undoubtedly seductive..

Just that sometimes, we do risk losing ourselves to chasing dreams..

I'm proud and envious at the same time that he is the key person to many things..

Albeit it does make me feel vulnerable and insignificant at times..

Working together aint heaven..

Certain things arent meant to be shared yet certain things arent meant to be kept..

The line is crossed and blurred beyond recognition..

His influence never fails to spur me to keep going on to strive for more knowledge..

But I am tired, and I forgot how to be a child again..

The working realm is such a deep abyss..

On one hand, you feel glad that you are appreciated by bosses, on the other you simply lose yourself to work..

Work..

It's something that ought to keep us breathing and surviving, not making us feel imprisoned and out of breath, isnt it?

And losing ourselves, is it really worth it?

*****

My voice turned a sexy husky one..

Keeping my fingers crossed that I do not fall sick before this Sunday..

I want to run in my new shoes..

irony @

12:38 PM