Brekkie at Mac's

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Sitting alone in Mac's eating their irresistible morning breakfast helps to boost creativity on a morning.

The little one is off to another birthday party. Again. He has like, 3 parties to go to consecutively every week and I am amazed at how popular he is, haha. I think he had won me hands down when it comes to having a big circle of friends. But I am glad that he has one or two close friends whom he thinks of as 'brothers', learning the meaning of friendship.

When was the last time I have attended a birthday party?????

Can't remember. Eeeeks.

I need to stop work ruling my life. Sigh. I miss my gals. Looking forward to the national day weekend where I get to meet with fish deep beyond.

But meantime, it's back to work again, alone in Mac's, cracking my brains for proposals, proposal, proposals.

Pooooooooots.

Reality Lust

My guitar lays in rust
My thoughts blink for gust
My ship sinks with a broken mast
My soul finds end with dust

Zzzzzzzzzzzz.

Sleepless nights came knocking on my window of thoughts again. Have been waking up in the middle of the night, spending those wee hours looking out of the silent neighbourhood and have so many thoughts entering and leaving me like trains in tunnels, speeding fast.

I get nightmares of being chased and wake up with heart pumping furiously and room spinning around me. Then I  just sit in darkness and holding my squashed teddies tightly, waiting for new dawn to claim its day.

Too much in me I'm thinking I suppose, too many layers - too deep, too vast.

At times, i find myself ridiculously pessimistic with a touch of sadism, other times i am the bright shiny optimistician. Probably the only good thing which keeps me sane could possibly be my dry, narcissistic humour. And gummy bears.

All I want is to be able to sleep well again. To dream of the land of milk and honey, to leave the real world for the reel, to catch droplets of fantasies and relish on flying through the galaxy of imagination.

May God help me sleep tonight.

Rider's Cafe

Eating Brunch at Rider's Cafe on a lazy Sunday morning lifted my spirits immensely after having a extremely tough week at work. The trees seemed to be in a lyrical dance with its leaves swaying to the wind, the horses playing in the mud without hidden woes, the birds chirping in delight.

I am not good in expressing my emotions with speech but being there next to nature, emotions inside me found their own words for me to write, in heart and in words. Gazing out there with the serenity of peaceful scenery, I found my emotional chartered waters calm, filling my heart again with courage.

Good food always helps too. :D