TIRED. BUSY. TIRED.

Have been up to my neck lately! So much so that my eyelids are feeling so mightily heavy at a mere 9.45pm on a Sunday night!

Was out the whole of yesterday (including a session of yoga). Woke at 7.30am this morning (on a Sunday! Sigh!) for work followed by spending some time at The Boyfriend's house before reaching home at 7.15pm! 

And this coming week is not getting any better. There's a course to attend tomorrow afternoon until 5pm, and followed by yoga at 5.45pm. On Tuesday, meeting The Boyfriend (yippie!!!) for dinner! On Wednesday, work finishes at 6pm, and followed by yoga (again!) at 7pm. On Thursday, work ends at 630pm. And on Friday, there's a work dinner to attend.


Oh, I foresee a lot of energy is going to be expended.

May I lose some weight. :)

COMEBACK

It has been quite a long while since this blog has been subjected to purposeful neglect. More than half a year, to be exact. For the past 6 months and more, I've been quite rather mindful of what I let on. This blog has always been (and still is) an intricate part of me, and indeed, cutting blogging off does have an effect no matter how I try to overlook it.

Most importantly, I do not need to change myself for anyone, particularly when there's no direct inter-personal connection. I owe this to myself.

______________________

Plenty of things have been on my mind lately! For the past weeks, questions upon questions have been swarming my mind like pesky, stubborn flies - all of which I have no answers to. How I wish, at times, that the brain is like a light bulb; switching on and off at the flicking of a finger!

With the upcoming change of job (maybe might be hopefully most probably), there is this tingling feeling coursing through every fiber of my being. Like butterflies fluttering inside my body. Like red ants racing down the spine. Like million of jingle bells and ho-ho-ho. Of course, it is all exciting, and at times I can't wait for time to fast-forward; but undeniably, lurking sinisterly behind all this ecstasy is a pungent hint of unbearable suspense (which I hate!) and trepidation. And, oh, add on to the possibility of further studies. Gah! My mind is imploding! 

The most frustrating thing is : only time will unravel everything. As the saying goes, " 船到桥头自然直"!

WITHIN A YEAR

It's scarily amazing how much things can change within a year - short though it may seem.
 

What more 2.

2 years ago, Feb 2009, I was counting eagerly towards the fulfillment of the bond. Can't wait to jet around countries and do all the traveling and meeting new people in new places and having fun adventures. It was with tangible regrets to give it up against my will after being offered a placement after all the effort and relentless series of interviews. I made a mental note to myself to try again once freedom is regained; something that has been lost for 7 years. 7 LONG YEARS.

2012. What mattered no longer do. Alright, maybe they still do, but significantly not as much. I still like to travel and chill. To visit countries and places of interest. To meet people, try untried food, experience new cultures. The only difference now is, there's something else that matters more than self-centered fun. And I'm not complaining one bit!

A couple of significant things have happened for the past 2 years (all of which are good!), and the thought of it makes me shudder a little. Should there be any take-home lesson to learn from, it can only be this : what seemed eagerly important might no longer be so 1 or 2 years down the road. Priorities. Similarly, whatever plans or direction we have right now for the next 1 or 2 years into the future may not turn out the way we had envisioned, though well-intented it may be. Priorities. Because priorities DO change.

I guess that's why it's important to get things right from the start.  Not to take things for granted. To decide on what is important; what are the things you will not let go of or compromise on. The rest of what remains are 'the mutables'; things that decidedly can be done with. Or without.

It is akin to an anchored ship against the wavering winds. Anchors hold us to the base ground, reminding us what we had decided on, rather than drifting along directionless according to the flippant calls of the winds. Because like winds, priorities do change.