Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
I always thought a friendster blog is just enough for me for what's there to blog about my mundane affairs, a ho-hum and deadening life; what i'll be doing today is gonna echo yesterday. You can literally imagine me posting the same post every now and then, I'll just have to copy and paste. Now, you might be thinking, "then why are you here?" Lemme tell you why - I will be secured at home for 10 whole days. I have no choice but to find ways out here.
Now, I got you thinking why will I be stuck at home for 10days. I haven't got the feeling of fainting ever before, not even a slight bit of diziness. I've always been wondering how it feels like to faint. People have been fainting and fainting in drama series, I practically thought it was fun. I even blamed myself for being so physically strong. Till today then I realised how FUN it actually is. Woahhh... - I fainted on the streets this very morning, and fell exactly on my chin(now it's flattened and defaced). When I regained a tad bit of consciousness, I realised a crowd of people(they were merely standing around me and looked as though there's a show on play, god, such wonderful people) and a pool of blood right before my eyes. Okay, at least there's a lady and a man who's kind enough to come running to me with tissues. My whole body was literally covered with blood causing me to be in this unenviable limelight. I should have took pictures of me covered with blood and not forgetting my split opened chin(goshh, it's yucking the hell outta me even to type). Mom and Dad brought me to the surgery clinic, where I had don't-know-how-many stitches. I was like a baby whining and yammering, I squeezed my mom's hand a tad too hard, I think she had blue-blacks now. (Oppss...) Doc told me not to let my injury come in contact with water nor open my mouth W-IIII-D-EEEEEE, which means: - NO talking with exaggerating face expressions. - NO binging and pigging out. - NO yummy food.(I'll be having porridge for bleedin' 10days, or maybe even longer.) - NO yelling. - NO shouting. - NO screaming. - NO bubbly baths. - NO more sleep with beautiful dreams.(how can you even fall asleep with a bloody painful chin?) - NO makeups. - NO outings. - NO work.
These NOs are driving me crazy. Thank you, God.
Got me wondering how the hell am I gonna eat and brush my teeth... I still feel stinging pain now. Ouch.
Good. I'm disfigured. Yay...
Now I wholly learnt my lesson - don't pull on this tough act and bloody sit down when I'm gonna faint next time. I don't want a 'broken' head the next time round. Well, I mean, no more next time.