Out of the water

I haven't been able to sleep well or I would wake up at 3am or so for no reason and would not be able to fall asleep again till at least an hour later. It's tiring and frustrating at the same time. My mind will be filled with images of the next day. What will people think or say, how should I react, what should I do...etc.

I realize now, getting out of comfort zone is not an easy emotional moment. And the moment itself, will probably take weeks or even months.

At least now I see myself getting dragged here and there. The day in office seem to whizz thru. Something which I feel rather positive about...
I'm spending lesser time surfing in the toilet. Actually I haven't been able to do it at all.
My morning routine of reading google news for an hour; does not exist anymore.
...and when I leave office in the evening my phone is still at least 70% full. Unlike previously i would almost run dry or blinking at red.
Next Monday, I'm officially moving over and taking over the rein.

Perhaps it's a life changing moment

Breathe in, close your eyes and take a big step out of your comfort zone.

I was offered a chance to replace someone who is leaving the company. Someone who is more senior. Although it's not gonna be my same old trade skill. It's gonna be an entirely new battleground. And frankly I'm not too sure if I'd be able to cope. But I guess it's time, given the chance; it's probably time to take another step. A year later or so, I may be able to look back at today and ...like Edith Piaf would say, 'je ne regrette rien'.

The thing we love

It's easy when you see a couple getting married. All happy and jolly. And most of us would think thats a closing of a chapter. And we stop looking at them for a while, leave them to do what they do in their new found life. Starting a new family, building a house, planning for the first kid. But sometimes when you stop looking, it doesn't mean the happiness and jolliness will keep itself going till they achieve all that and perhaps more. Sometimes, before all that can even begin things may immediately start falling apart. Is it the culture of modern society that we rush into everything, afraid that if we don't do it we probably won't be able or have any chance to do it anymore?

Last afternoon, I was at Mcdonald's having lunch, saw an old japanese couple queuing for ice-cream outside. The old man got a choco top and the old lady got a lime swirl. They came into the restaurant quite excitedly and got a themselves a seat just diagonal from me. Taking turns holding the two cones, snapping pictures for one another. And when they finish to about half, they traded with each other. Such is not a picture you will see everyday. I can't help but to wonder, how many couples will get to this stage? And if you are lucky to get there, would it mean that you've already had a great love life? :)

Twice as good

At times I would laugh at myself. What was I thinking, about a month ago I got into a bookstore(just because I saw some familiar faces coming my way and I wanted to avoid them), then I bought a book from the bestseller display. I briefly read the back and thought it's pretty interesting.

A month and half later, I finally took it out from the plastic bag. And when i start reading at the back of the book again in the train, it suddenly seem all so familiar. Flipping through a few chapters i was assured i have had this one before, only from a different publisher. Thus, different cover design. I have a feeling of being cheated, by myself.

Though it was a good book, but I don't intend to do it twice just yet. Now I will have to give this away to prevent myself from 'remembering' the silly mistake I've committed...

i heart coffee after midnite! j'adore le cafe apres minuit!

Now that my french has officially ended. I seem to have the urge to get more acquianted with it than ever before. Strange, but i'm beginning to see and read things and sometimes think of things in french. Why didn't it happen or do i feel such strong interest previously...and why now that i have completed E6 and have no intention to continue further for any time near future (or as far as i can tell now). Well, i guess its best i try to write when i can...

Il est une heure et demi. Apres minuit, apres mon anniversaire aussi. J'ai trent trois ans maintenant.
Je suis assise dans le cafe de Coffee Bean a Genting Highlands. Je ne peux pas dormir. J'ai achete une tasse de cafe et j'apportes mon l'ordinateur mobile. Il y a internet libre. Je ne peux pas ecrit en francaise plus, parce que je suis tres fatigue. Je pratiquerai un peu quand j'ai le temps.

Thirty three

On this day of my thirty third anniversary, I got up at 7, skipped my shower, had instant noodle with luncheon meat and gone out of the house by 815am.

Sitting in a tour bus, northbound to the city above the clouds for a two-nights' stay. A short break with my family. One which I felt has been long due but feels just appropriate.

My parents have booked two rooms. One of which I get to stay by myself. I haven't been able to show my appreciation much. Strange. While I'm always able to express myself better with friends, I'm mostly without much things to say with my parents.

The slow climb; I'm getting rather impatient to get off this vehicle. The mute uncle beside me has been shifting in his seat since the start of the journey, perhaps as anxious to get off as well. We just got past the gantry at the foot of the hill. With about 30 people this will be an even slower ascend. Most in their later years, I think half of the bus will probably return this same evening via the same bus. A "one day tour" the tour guide says. These people have a pretty similar look on their face. That gleam in their eyes. $$. It's unmistakable.

I'm starting to feel a lil dizzy.
I should stop writing now...

J'ai completé mon élémentaire!

Le 19 avril 2011, il y avait mon dernier class en francaise.

J'ai completé l'élémentaire six!!!
Il a été une année depuis que j'ai commencé. Fatigué mais bien. Je peux un pause. Je ne vais pas continuer maintenant.
J'espère que un jour je peux parler sans problème. Peut-être je pourrai participer a la class phonics après le pause.

Maintenant, je me libre tous les mardis! C'est une bonne vie!