Dans mon reve

I had a really strange dream while napping yesterday afternoon. It was even stranger because the exact, same image in my dream appeared on TV that night while I was watching Atonement (for the nth time, might I add).

I dreamt I was drowning but not in a-splashing-crying for help kinda way but more like descending to the bottom (of the ocean, I think) like a leaf that had fallen from a tree. I remember feeling scared because I was breathing in and swallowing massive amounts of water. I could see the sky beyond the surface and the deep blue waters down below. Yet despite being conscious, I couldn’t move. It was like I was paralysed or something.

When I woke up, I remember feeling terribly relieved that it was just a bad dream.

I would have thought nothing of it had I not seen Atonement last night. There was Kiera Knightley descending slowly to the bottom exactly like I was in my dream.  It was the exact same thing that I saw in my dream apart from the fact that it was Kiera Knightley.

When I googled what it meant, this is what it says: When you are drowning in your dreams, likely, you feel out of control in real life. You are overwhelmed with your current situation. In fact, you are so overwhelmed that your troubles are figuratively drowning you. You are sinking further into debt, experiencing lack of progression or even depression. Your life is too much for you to handle alone.

While I’m not sinking into debt or depression, I’m currently experiencing a lack of progression in terms of work and the situation is overwhelming AND I am affected by this.

So yes, mon reve etait tres bizarre indeed.

Mid-Year Resolutions

I will conquer my fear and cook for people!

We’re now in Q2. I don’t know about you but the lofty resolutions that I made at beginning of the year have all come to nought. In fact, I don’t think I made any, so with that in mind  I think it’s not wrong or too late to have a New Year’s resolution (except it should now be called Mid Year Resolutions). 

So with much pleasure, je vous present my Mid-Year Resolution:

a) Quit smoking (like for real now. Ok, maybe I’ll just be realistic and see how long I can last)

b) Learn how to cook (I have to be able to cook a simple 3-meal course for four by year end)

c) Sit for my Delf A2

d) Beat my 2h 17m half marathon record

Not too bad huh? 

Pretty do-able if you ask me. I’ll keep you posted at the end of the year. Wish me luck!

J'ai tres sommeil!

I wish I could dedicate just one day to sleeping, and it'd be super great if that day could be today. I'm still feeling so tired despite sleeping for what seemed like hours. I wish I could take the day off but I have a meeting I need to chair this afternoon, things to follow-up on and a million other things on my to-do list that I need to cross off.

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Speaking of days, I wish we could add a new day to the week and call it "Someday". Just imagine all the awesome stuff that would happen on it.

But we all know that someday doesn't exist and will not, right? And all we have is today, right now, this v. moment. So, I guess we have to stop sitting around waiting for someday to arrive before making things happen because:

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Labour Day Tuesday

Run over by a 20 tonne truck

Is it possible to be dumped by someone you're not in a relationship with? Because it sure as hell feels that way right now.

You see, I met this guy about one and a half years ago and it was rather unfortunate that we only met at the very tail end of his stay in KL. We totally clicked and had an absolutely amazing time the last five days he was here. At that time, it seemed like if it hadn't been for his move to another spot halfway across the globe, it would've made perfect sense to be together. Alas, a 30-hour flight separated us.

And so, we moved on with our lives, went out with other people but at the back of my mind, I sometimes wondered how different it would've been had he stayed. And as lame as this may sound, he always had a special place in mon couer, along with Bradley Cooper and Hugh Jackman. Heh.

Fast forward to the present, he's back in KL for a short work-related trip (5 days again!! What's up with that?!). Needless to say, I was super excited to see him again (Well, wouldn't you be if you were me?!) and the hopeless romantic in me was expecting a repeat of the amazing time that we had the last time since we're both single. How v.silly of me! I should know by now that with expectation comes disappointment.

He told me last night, rather unfortunately that he's no longer on the same page and that I shouldn't be expecting anything. While I respect his honesty, it felt like I had been run over by a 20 tonne truck. Wow. Totally unexpected.

So that's been me this Labour Day weekend. So please excuse me while I lick my wound.

C'est vendredi!! Finalement!!

Isn't this so true?

Labour Day Weekend

Gonna look pretty and lounge by the pool

I’m really looking forward to the Labour Day weekend. Not that I’m going anywhere. In fact, I’ve declined an invite to go for a mini break in Perhentian, just so I can veg out.

I can’t wait to do absolutely nothing and wake up when I feel like waking up instead of having the alarm clock screaming in my ear. Lately, I find myself always running around doing something or another and often feel guilty if I’m not –there’s my French homework to be done, reading to catch up on, classes at the gym to attend, an upcoming marathon to train for, friends to meet, family to spend time with, errands to run- phew! And the list is endless. And I often end up feel completely exhausted by Sunday evening.

And so, this Monday, when everyone else is slogging at work, I resolve to just lounge by the pool and do absolutely nothing and not feel guilty about it. Mmm, maybe I’ll finish the book I’m reading now and do my French homework by the pool (there I go again!).

Stupid, Stupid Mistakes

Definitely raising the bar now!

Every time I look back at all the guys I’ve dated, one thought often crosses my mind:

WHAT WAS I THINKING?!!!

Really, was I drunk or drugged throughout all of these rubbish relationships? I was on Facebook yesterday and somehow chanced upon pictures of  somebody I used to date and it made me cringe just thinking about how I used to go out with him. To think that I actually I cried over him when the relationship ended, EEEW!

Now that I’m out of that nasty relationship or any similar nonsense relationship for that matter, I can see things with a better sense of clarity. I can see exactly what my friends saw, which is not much I have to say. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one who goes for looks, but he wasn’t even nice!

What the hell was going through my head? Really, was I that bloody stupid and blind?! And desperate?!