An image creeped into her mind and she smiled at the thought. “I met a cool guy in my last travel. It was kinda sweet meeting. He’s my style.” She shared to her friend.
“So, did you give him your number?” Her friend asked.
“I like to remember him as a sweet memory that I could always go back to and daydream about anytime.”
“I don’t understand.”
“See, I know I won’t see him again. If I find out later that he’s just not as cool or sweet as I perceived him to be once we talk on the phone or when I see his social media, my fantasy will be ruined. I want him to remain as a sweet mystery.”
She loves the city. Its lights, noise, and chaos.
Her work is in the heart of the city where elevator moments are never awkward.
Oh, it doesn’t mean that everyone at work are comfortable or friendly to each other.
It’s just that they don’t feel the need to chitchat with colleagues because everyone is always too busy minding their own business and eyes are always glued to smart phones.
No one would ever notice anyone, their breathing, nor their soul.
She doesn’t mind it. She actually likes it.. a lot.
Last night, being on the road sent chills down my spine.
It’s not a daily kind of thing, it occurs from time to time.
It’s been 21 years and 21 days.
All these years, I thought I was okay.
It was 9 in the morning. Jamie was sitting on her bed after washing up and making sure all her things were all packed-up. It was her last day in the city and she was feeling down about leaving. Her flight wouldn’t be until around 9pm but she had to check-out before 12 noon.
Her phone buzzed. Someone sent her a message.
It was Casey.
She felt her heart beat a little faster.
“Coffee?” he asked.
A little confused, she typed ‘Yes’ but hesitated to send it. Eventually, she deleted it.
‘Are you asking me if I like coffee or just teasing me?’ she muttered to herself frustratingly. She really likes this guy but she couldn’t tell him and she was exerting all her effort to act normal around him.
She was thinking of anything brilliant she could say to make their exchange of messages longer. She couldn’t think of anything.
She settled to, “Yes. Good morning :)”
She sent the message with a smile on her face as if Casey could see her. But she was freaking worried each second without a reply from him.
Two minutes had passed by when she received messages from Casey.
“Good morning :)”
“I’m here at a cafe across your hotel. I’ll wait for you.”
She didn’t know what to do. Excitement and nervousness swept over her.
If I die tomorrow, I’ll have a lot of regrets; the things I want to do but I don’t act on; the places I want to go to but I always make excuses thinking there’s always tomorrow; the feelings I want to show but too embarrassed to let anyone know..
Tonight, I’ll just lay on my bed. I can’t be bothered, you know.
Cheers to the freakin’ Thursday!!! It’s the weekend here! Yay!
Cue: Sound in the background: *party poppers* *whistles* *clinking glasses*
Who am I fooling? I’m still
at work in the office. Again, who am I fooling? I’m not working at this time. I ran out of energy to even talk to anyone. I’m just waiting for the time until I’m off to home. Haha. Lastly, who am I fooling? There’s not even a single party happening this weekend.
So why do I feel giddy? Just the thought of staying up late and laying on my bed without the need to get up early tomorrow make me happy like a child that if my bed had springs, I would jump up and down on it.
Now it’s the weekend; two weeks later, it’s home sweet home; and three weeks later, it’s a holiday trip to one of my favorite cities! *crossed fingers* Thinking of these makes me giggle and hyperventilate a little.
‘Too many things to do, too little time,’ has always been my silent complain each time I’m going on vacation. Why silent? ‘Cos I know very well that it’s my fault. I’m a big fan of “Just do it..later√.” Yes, with a check like Nike’s… for added confidence and because I’m cool, ya know.
Weekends and travels, two of the very few things that can shake me out of my lethargy.
“Staying in one place is lethal, I could die.” These are the exact words I uttered to myself last night.
To avoid emotional and psychological death, I try to live by either reminiscing or counting down the days. Memories and excitement help me get through each day. Quite sad, right?
Alone and lonely, I often catch myself staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making my way, through the crowd.
And I need you, and I miss you.. And now I wonder…
♫If I could fall into the sky. Do you think time would pass me by? ‘Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles if I could see you… tonight♪
Kidding and singing aside, time’s up! It’s officially my weekend! Bye!!!
How to be somebody? Somebody that is AWESOME. This is exactly my thought.
I don’t let my mind linger on it to avoid blow to my self-esteem. But I can’t help myself.
In the middle of nowhere, I always catch myself gazing at something without really seeing it.
Sometimes, I can’t even tell apart my goals from my daydreams.
I always wonder, in plain curiosity, how other human beings can be great while others passed by in this world without leaving a mark or without having a chance to do what they want most in their lifetime.
What is the criteria of life in giving us different circumstances that seem not fair at all?
How does world really work?
Be Awesome for DUMMIES. Is there such a thing?