TUESDAY TATTLES ㅣ09.01.16

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09.01.16 ㅣ Saturday

I just got back from my one-month annual vacation. I didn’t get as sad as I used to feel whenever I come back here. Maybe because I was too tired. (My flight was delayed for 3 hours by the way). I arrived at 2:15 am in Doha airport, waited for my luggage for 15 minutes, panicked when one of my checked-in luggages didn’t come out in the assigned baggage belt (Belt number 5) for our flight. I had to go to Baggage Services department to inform them and they advised me that there were a few bags transferred to Belt Number 1. Luckily, I found my bag after waiting for 10 minutes. I was able to leave the airport at past 3:00 am.

I was too tired, stressed, and sleepy to get emotional. I reached home at 3:20 am. I unpacked my bags, fixed my things, put on new bed sheets and pillow cases, washed up, and was good to sleep at 4:30 am. My alarm went off before I even get in a deep sleep and dreamland.

It was 6:30 am. I had to get ready for my 7:30 am work.

Reality kicked in. 11 months of routinary life to me.

Can’t wait for my next vacation…

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TUESDAY TATTLESㅣGo Away. Give Me A Chance To Miss You… (But I won’t. Just go.)

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Fickle-minded. Almost always confused. Yes, I am. *Me: timidly standing in one corner, shyly looking down while slowly raising my right hand.* 

I keep changing my mind and feelings frequently. It’s too frequent that if the biochemical reactions to my mental and my emotional stimuli could roll their eyes or could just simply hand over to me their responsibilities and leave, they would.

I guess my hormones are in constant rotating shift schedule. Or maybe they are too happy to be part of me because I usually don’t mind anything. (I imagine my  hormones dozing off while some are happily sliding and skinny dipping in my bloodstream!)

It’s not because I don’t care or I’m too cool. It’s mainly because I’m just lazy for arguments. “Do whatever,” I’d always say.

If I like you it means I really do. No reservations, no vagueness, and no pretensions. But it doesn’t mean I’d be forever amused with you or I’d always want your company or see your face or hear your voice. No!

I get sick and tired easily and quietly (both literal and figurative). I can’t hang out with the same people everyday or every week or any set schedule. I can’t even talk to the same person for long. That’s why I’m only friends with people I really like, not to those I just ‘kinda’ like.

I always crave for distance. I need my own cave. Sometimes I think I am a man trapped in a woman’s body. You know how men are, right? Most of them, if not all, need their distance without a single thing in their mind.. Blank. Nada. I’m like that.

If I’m being pushed to my limit, I tend to cut connections, again literally and figuratively. I fade out. I can easily drop clingy and toxic pals. Bye, Felicia!

(After reading some articles, I think maybe I’m an introvert. Shoutout to Huffpost! http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/8576530)

 

 

TUESDAY TATTLES ㅣ My “I could have’s” today.

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It’s Monday night. I stayed all day in the flat. Most hours spent sleeping in my room escaping “chitchats” with anyone. Okay, I get easily bored with chats-turned-longgg-story-telling; that I have nothing to do with; give me stiff neck; and make me see or imagine hazy shapes that I’d ask myself if I am still awake, just imagining things, or if I’m already in a coma while someone keeps on talking.

So anyway, I am not here to vent out about that.

Let’s start again.

It’s Monday night. First day of Holidays that should have spent unwinding outside with friends. But I opted to sleep the day away and recover from last night’s shenanigans. (translation: just loads of laughter and some social drinks that could pass as a soda. Sigh. I’m getting old.)

I could have spent my day finishing the paper works I took home, or  painting, or drawing. Or I could have cleaned my room! My sexy inner voice whispered to me that I should just lie on my back, watch re-runs of FRIENDS, and eat some chips. Oh that b*tch! I was fooled again. Sorry waistline!

I could have read a book. There is a stack of books on my bedside table begging me to open them. And e-books on my phone screeching to let me know they are still there.

I am imagining things way too much. I could have written a book!

If I want to write a book, I need an inspiration. A boyfriend vacation would be nice; set foot in Europe; dine in al fresco; meet the eyes of a gorgeous stranger..

Okay, stop.

I could have just really cleaned my room. I’d do that tomorrow morning.

Goodnight.