Puzzled

So i grabbed myself a book, picked a comfy spot on the floor by a pillar, rested my back against it, opened that book in my hand and tried to make some sense out of the words before me. This may sound kinda silly but i barely understand the author’s intentions with those stories, in spite of the fact that i could almost understand each and every word fairly well, i just couldn’t get a good grasp of what the book was all about.

Maybe it’s got something to do with my mind being preoccupied with one too many things. Emotions that disrupted my flow of thoughts, which, effectively preventing me from processing my reading effort into logical and organised information in my brain.

Then, i felt your presence. Your pink shoes with bright stones embedded on it were inches away from my sitting position. And before i could look up and further catch a glimpse of you as a whole, my ear picked up on the ‘what are you reading?’ question, followed by you squatting down to be in the same level with my line of sight, waiting for an answer from me to satisfy your little curiosity there.

…But No, as much as i would like this to be a beautiful fairy tale with a perfect happy ending, i couldn’t freeze-framed this moment of warmth and fuzziness, nor that i could delay its dissolvement.

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The rest of the day went on with me trying to inject some energetic and cheerful vibe among us. We were at the movies sharing a bottle of mineral water plus a pack of popcorn. We went for a late dinner after the movies, where you kept pestering me to eat my food- sample your lasagna- eat those cakes that we ordered- tell me about the life you got going now and complaining about me being way too quiet and not telling you much about anything...All these and more, almost at the same time.

Forgive me for not being able to kill my uneasiness throughout the night and brought myself to enlighten your mind with anything meaningful.

I think i am suffering from some degree of disorientation and inexplicably lost my ways around you. Can't quite figure out how and why, i just somehow felt the way i did.

The conversation between us had seemed to grown less engaging than ever on my part. Didn’t know the appropriate things to say, or how to say it, anymore, when we were together, at least not like the way it used to be.

And worse—I don’t know what to make of you, My Dear You.

Pardon me,

I am now opting for the self-withdrawal method…Such loser I am.

All apologies.........

So this is how a weekend was ruined

The waking hours of my all too precious weekend were split between:

-An extremely uncomfortable chair in the middle of an international airport’s hustle and bustle.

-A lousy passenger seat in a mode of moving transportation called taxi.

-An overpriced seat in a gigantic flying machinery better known as commercial aircraft, which, could not even recline.

NO, I ain’t exactly complaining about having to place my butt on a cushioned surface all day.

I am trying to tell a tale of my inability in escaping corporate slaverism, even on a supposedly peaceful weekend!

The story in full:-

Dragged my worn-out-self up from bed at six in the morning after less than five hours of sleep, rush my way to the airport to catch an early flight only to realized that I was one-critical-travel-document-less, which subsequently got shown a red light for boarding the plane.

So it jetted off without me as I was trying to secure the next flight available in the ticket counter by handling over my hard earned cash for penalty fees on missed flight to the blood sucking airliner.

The rest of the day were spent in a cab for a round trip from airport to my crib again just to get the damn ID that I’ve absent-mindedly left behind, followed by a long downtime at the waiting lounge and transit terminal building, which then led me to a terrible seat in an airplane that gave nothing but an uneasy in flight experience, which, managed to get even worse with all the turbulences thanks to the poor weather condition.

Now If you think I complain too much, think again!

Not only that the extra expenses incurred from this misfortune event burnt a hole on my wallet, but I also got degraded from direct to transit flight, not to mention being twelve hours late for my appointment when I finally reached my intended destination.

Would you like some of these craps for your weekend too?

I believe you should be able to understand my frustrations by now.

So now,

I have officially gone from woeful to being absolutely pissed-off…

Yay! She called!

And she said that she has tried calling me many times before this but just couldn’t get a hold of me.

She even blamed me for pulling a missing in action act during her bleakest moment in recent times. (well, see, it is so evident here how my work is actually jeopardising my social life… I demand a break! I NEED A BREAK!)

Errr…looks like I am ‘in the wrong’.

But hey I ain’t complaining.

Instead I should be overwhelmed with gladness for realizing me bearing such a high level of significance in your account.

Sigh…If you could only see how hard I am banging my head against the wall for having to go off again tomorrow… Tell you what, I’ll keep my word and call you as soon as I get back…PROMISED.

Meanwhile, you hang in there, alright.?

Reasons why I would like to take a deep breath now and hold it until my face turns blue and then I collapse…

Woe is me!!! Here’s why:-

1. All work and no play has earned me nothing but an awful lots of frustration, I’m so ready to put up my fists and take a swing at someone or something if I ever get my chance…
(Alert! Alert! Intense rage of violence detected! Run for your life people!)

2. Seriously lacking sleep. Desperately trying to play catch up with my life in hope of getting more mileage out of the time I am awake, all at the expense of quality time with my bed and pillows. The damn invisible clock is always ticking around me! I'm so alerted by it!

3. There are so many people around me who had nothing better to do in life than passing judgments on my less-than-perfect-physique and the recent tendency of me growing slightly out-of-shape—which is the direct result from a hectic agenda of work being thrown my way.

4. Why didn’t you call me yet? You promised that you would once you are in better shape, but this is taking too long. What happened? I’m so worried, you have no idea how much I miss you…Callmecallmecallmecallme!


Hence why,

Woefully me.

Enough is Enough

I’m totally stretched thin mentally and physically right this moment, after working my ass off on a non-stop basis for a little more than 3 weeks.

The escapist soul trapped in me is suffocating now and could really use some time-off, to be excused from any social etiquette, obligation, responsibility…et al, just for a few uninterrupted days of blissfulness and peacefulness.

So I shall rightfully grant myself a Break now—right before I lost it and start Breaking everything around me.

You hear me?!

Back off!