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Wednesday, December 26, 2007
This Is My Escape Pod

I am sitting in the office, with a towel wrapped to my head. Some friend’s daughter gave me headlice. ‘Merry Christmas, Aunty Otto,’ she said last week, then she gave me a hug. I wished it was just a hug that she gave me and not a head full of lice. My god, my hair is the longest it has been, sitting somewhere near my waist if I stretch out the curly locks. Some days I feel that they are the prettiest things on earth and on other days I feel like chopping them off.

Like this morning when I felt like a train wreck waiting to happen. I was very close to chopping my hair down to Marilyn Monroe's blonde shoulder length cut.

I think I have successfully screwed my internal body clock. I worked till past midnight every night for the past few months, getting up at 7 a.m. to work again. Last night I rolled in bed till 5 a.m. I had no control over my tear ducts. Tears streamed down like an endless waterfall of sadness and disappointments. I am exhausted and I am tired of everything. I am so sick of staring at my laptop that I feel like puking just thinking that I have to face the damn thing again.

And yet, here I am sitting with a towel around my wet bundle of hair.


I slept sometime after 5 a.m. this morning after the much needed emotional lonely crying session. And just when you think that Otto is all okay and I have sufficient sleep, I should let you know that I was actually quite rudely woken up by a phone call. Good job that I liked the client (or I would have chomped off her head) and so I sat up in bed and chatted with her for a bit. Made all the necessary arrangements for next year.

Couldn’t sleep after that phone call. I pressed the remote and the TV was switched on. It was not even 9 a.m. I slept 4 hours today. A mere 4 hours. It is no wonder I thought I needed medication last night.

I walked towards the cupboard and took out a dress. It was dark chocolate halter dress. The whole idea was ‘this is my weekend and I fucking going to walk around without a bra and without a care in the world!’.

I stared at myself in the mirror and arched an eye brow. I was happy stepping on my fancy electronic scales recently because I have lost 2kgs. Yay, that’s 2 kgs less of fatty thighs! That was what I thought until I stared at myself in the mirror. I think it was 2 kgs of breast, rather than thighs.

And I love my breasts! The lesson learnt before breakfast this morning is – Losing weight in kilos isn’t everything. Losing at the right places is more important than how many kilos overall. Now I am on a mission to eat until I gain my fuller breasts size again.

Which is really good news considering the way I stuffed 10 pieces of ‘yong tau fu’ for breakfast.


Sometimes I experience a nervous tinge. I cannot pinpoint when this exactly started but I know that there are times when I feel the onset of an anxiety attack. Like this morning, with my head 3 inches from the mirror and my right hand steadily applying the gel eyeliner. I suddenly felt faint, as if everything was turning black. But the moment stops almost the same instant when it starts. And I get back to my normal self.

One more week to the new year. Are you excited? I am anxious and excited at the very same time. There are things this year that were tremendous and wonderful and yet, there are things that still haunt me.

This year represents self-indulgence and pursuit for personal things. I have many things but yet, there is something lacking. How can I have so much and yet have so little? I cannot figure this one out. While everyone else is moving on and going about, I feel that I am trapped in a room that gets smaller and smaller by the minute.

Everyone escapes unhappiness and is in pursuit of happiness. I am walking around in a loop. I sleep at night and yet my mind is awake, thinking ‘This cannot be it. How can this be it? There is no way this is it.’ I sleep and feel no rest. I wake up but am not awake.

I do not know what I am looking for. All I know is that I am searching.


‘I have had many boyfriends. I will admit to that. I cannot promise you that I will love you forever. I promise that I love you today.’



I once felt the same way as you do...

well, perhaps i may sound patronising/preachy- but maybe, just're searching for God.

and no, i am not talking abt hypocritical religious people. only God can fulfill our deepest desires, longings and forgive our past. whatever it is, its between you and Him.

11:42 pm  

Happy New Year!

New Years Resolution:-
1. Work Less
2. Be close to Family
3. Earn even more money !
4. Find the love of my life

1:50 am  

I think you're overworked. Tossing about in bed till 5am doesn't make matters better too.
Check your diet, especially your carb intake. It affects my mood very badly when I'm running low on it.
And probably keeping in touch with your best buddies again would help ease your anxiety.
Anyways, do step back once in a while to reflect on what's going on.

4:04 am  

Perhaps that is true. I grew up in the church, teaching Sunday School before I was even out of school and did everything Christ-like.

But I was betrayed and I found no solace from the church as an earthly body. I do talk to God but I no longer go to church. I find the people too messed up and that it was easier to talk to God in my own quiet time.

I have also changed my perception of God. Or rather, am more ready to accept other interpretations of God (that God is a light source, life source, timeless etc).

You go, girl! Work less, earn more =) Surround yourself with love, life and friends and families. Sounds like a perfect resolution to me.

Thank you for your little tips. I now do try to shut out work related issues. At least on Saturdays or Sundays. And I avoid going to the office at all cost on weekends and have strict policies against working past office hours.

I need to find me fine bikinis *hehehe* and perhaps write more to get rid of my emotional junk.

All the best to you in 2008!

1:29 am  

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