Tuesday, October 28, 2014

October Feeling

He asked me yesterday why I wasn't writing anymore.
He said he misses it. So here, I'll write about you. 
Because I've never been so incandescently happy now that I'm with you.

Our lazy days together are the ones I like best.
Flat on our backs, hands and legs intertwined, with the soft rays of the sun touching our skin.
I, much absorbed by whichever book I'm reading. And you, engrossed with that game you've been playing. And it'll be still, and silent, and comforting, and perfect. And you'd kiss me ever so often, ever so gently. And I would purr, and smile, and purr some more, and you'd laugh at me for reasons I cannot comprehend, then after a deep sign of utter bliss and contentment, we'd both be back in to our own graphic - pixilated ventures. 

And then a battle cry, I'd hear from you, and you'd pull me away, taking me by the waist. And you'd hug me, and shower me with sweet and soft kisses. I wouldn't have a clue as to what was going on, only that I'm rejoicing all of a sudden, because you're my victor!!! You've won your game as you've won my heart. And these moments are priceless and I couldn't be more gratified that you have chosen me to spend it with you. 
My only problem is that.. My dear, you never let me finish my book. 

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Blissful Break

Hey there. I just got off from my doctor's appointment, 
I hath been served yet another 5 sessions of physical therapy.
 It made me feel uncertain about a lot of things. It's not that bad really, just back pains but it made me feel uncertain.  I have undergone the first 5 sessions for my back, I'm not complaining but I've been out of work
for almost two weeks, I am getting paid and I know I don't have any right to complain
but it just makes me unsure of whether or not I would still like to get back to work. 

Work has not been okay recently, not that it is hard. The work is fairly okay. not to mention my boss has been such a goody about my therapy, everyone has been really nice to me, so far. I am just at that age, where I want something I can really sink my teeth in to, and my current career disposition does not promise me that. I want something I can keep forever and this is not it. This current bliss of a break that I was given for this Myofascial Pain Syndrome only adds up to my list of reasons why I should quit. Anyway, enough of work.



I am finally done with the book I was reading; The Ocean at the End of The Lane, by the great Neil Gaiman. I fell in love with it and would have finished in one sitting but I was successful at limiting myself
so as to prolong the joy I get from reading, hehe! It starts off with a man who grew up with books and well, you should read it, There was this one particular quote which I like very much.

“Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.” 

I grew up with books, too. My mum never allowed me to play outside as a child, I clearly remember my first two books were the illustrated ones of Snow White and Alice in Wonderland, I was four years old with Alice being my absolute favorite. I remember not being able to read back then, I was so worried I won't be able to read at all. I eventually learned how-to a year after,. My parents bought me all kinds of books from dinos to fairies. 

There was this one time, my parents bought me a giant Atlast/Dictionary for my 6th birthday.
It was a big and boring and blue, that's how it looked like to me. I wore a straight face for the rest of the day.This could have a been a big book of mythical creatures or witch incantations but no, it has  to be this heavy duty book with words I don't really encounter. I finally learned how to appreciate this boring book by 3rd grade when we were learning about the dictionary, I thought it must have all the words in the world written inside. Ah, what are these feels?

Ah, the boyfriend at work is not responding to my messages.
I could give him a piece of my mind or I can treat myself to a piece of cake.
I think Imma do both! Happy Weekend!