today is the 1st day of my old life.
the same faces
the same “dad jokes”
the same lunch from the same place
the same desk, computer, stationaries
the same projects
the same old same
glad to be back.
but missing the old new a little bit.
1st oct ‘14
I thought I had it figured out when I came to this new place. Got stepped and trampled on, losing weekends, losing sleep, losing myself, losing almost everything that matter, but really, it didn’t matter. I came in with a clear goal and I had my eyes fixed on the prize. Push me, poke me, stab me, I’ll be ok. Just gotta clench my fist a little tighter, inhale exhale deeper and push on harder.
Then came a giant hand. Picked me up and offered to put me back into my soft comfortable cradle. He caught me at my most venerable. Took it in a heartbeat. And honestly, I don’t know if its the best decision I made. My mind says go forth. But my heart tells me that I should stay on this sinking ship and battle it head on with my mates.
I make decisions with my heart. But this time, I chose otherwise. Let’s see how that works out.
14 Sept 2014
because bali is in 2 weeks and i cant wait to be “home”
I miss my 35mms.
As much as i love the iphone.
It can never quite replace the feeling i get from good ol’ film.
This time, i’m taking u with me.
I never understood the concept of birthdays. Why do we celebrate this day and felt that it’s OUR day. We didn’t do no shit, we didn’t choose to be created and we certainly didn’t do nothing worth celebrating.
Shouldn’t it be a day of celebrations for your folks instead? I mean, they did the work, she put up with u for 9 agonising months, she pushed u out, he probably slept 3-4 hours a day juggling between us uncontrollable brats, work, diaper money and what nots.
And us, we receive presents, eat cake and drink champagne as our parents stood by the side and watch. I don’t deserve to be Batman. Next year, let me be Robin.
Happy birthday of me.