Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Do I Need to Ask?

My horoscope for today says
July 24, 2007

Self-nurturing can't always be put on the back burner. Take care of yourself today.

Sometimes mixing it up creates delicious combinations such as chocolate peanut butter cups. Other concoctions might not be so scrumptious. The thing is, you'll never know the results unless you try.

Note to self:

Right!

Just woke up.

Had a busy day and a boring night yesterday.

My day is typically busier (for my day) nowdays. Yesterday I woke up, dragged myself to work, being forced to record a sajak (poetry reading)for Independence Month, after work went for Hot and Happenin' Weekend in Langkawi meeting, met a couple of interesting people. I asked Miss Sufina- "Are we making the right decision?"- to which she replied- "We should've quoted more".

I guess our state of mind at the moment, almost always reflect on the decisions we tend to make.

Then to my suprise... She did something that caught me off-guard and felt like covering my face/whole head with paperbag. Sighs.

You can run and you can hide, but you can't stop people from making assumptions, which will lead to questions, which will trap back you if you're being honest with your friends. It's was an an ENTRAPMENT!

So aftert the meeting, went to see the site around Langkawi Fair.

Then I went for makan with Ms. Sufina at the Lake. Then it drizzled and we made a move. She went back and I went to see Ms. Mirinda at Jai's. Then we walked around town and I went back. I tried to call a friend but no answer so I went home.

I recieved an sms, apologising for not picking up the phone. What the hell. Replied-
OK. Nevermind. You're busy. I'm busy. See you when I see you.

Hopefully it doesn't sound as cold and cruel as I want it to be. I just want it to be, but just for a little bit.

I'm so sick. I am so tired. I am so sick and tired of everything.

I could sit here and write more. But, I got to drag myself to shower. As it has been raining these past few days, bathing in the morning feels like self-torture. I love it. I am after all, masochistic.

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