Thursday, February 28, 2008

Dreams

I've been getting really really weird dreams lately. So far, I've woken up in the middle of the night scared, startled to the core and ended up crying myself to sleep again and woken up after 4 hours of sleep only!

I recently dreamed about Guy1's ex gf and him. Its scary and freaky because I've never seen her before and in my dream, she had a really nice body. And they were happy. It was like a movie with me in control of playing and pausing it. It felt like I was there with them, they just cant see me.




When I told him about it, he said that it was a stupid dream and all those things he is supposed to say. I cant help but know and feel that there is some more to it. To his comments. I think that not only is he trying to convince me, he is trying to convince himself as well. I mean, I took 6 years and still I am not 100% over it yet. Ignorance is bliss, sometimes.

I've been thinking a lot lately (the cause of my oh-so-weird dreams, maybe?) and I've been stressing myself out for all the right reasons. Or rather, I'd like to think of it as right reasons! There's so much I want to do, but only so much I am capable of doing. Saying that its my life and I'll lead it my way doesn't work at this age anymore. Its ignorant, stupid and immature. I have got to make my own decisions and I have decision-making-problems. No, flipping the coin is not one of the options, thankyouverymuch.


Yes, I'm jealous. Of people who already know what they want to do. I mean, I've always known, I just really do wonder if I'll be able to take it. The bestie asked; 'If you are doing what you love, earning heaps but your boss is a major jerk. Will you quit?' I said yes. But now, maybe not. If I am really doing something I love and earning heaps from it, I don't think I'll quit. I am a sucker for lifestyles and well, I cannot bear trying to live under a budget after all those years of living without a budget, somehow anyway. If the boss wants to be a jerk, he/she better have enough substance to be one. I absolutely cannot stand people who tries too hard and has no substance. Its sad and pathetic. And apparently, at the industry I am looking at working, experience is just a number. Its not as important anymore. I read an ad recruiting people with a B. Arch and I will apply, if I have a B. Arch. Its disappointing because I have a feeling that the company recruiting if a fairly well known company. They say that one can always work their way up; how do you work your way up when you have nothing in the first place?

More often than not, I put too much pressure on myself. Sometimes, unnecessarily. As bad as it may sound, I wont want to change this habit of mine. I feel extreme disappointment when I fail and I'll actually make myself pay for it. I've always believed that mental torture is the worse kind of torture. What doesn't kill me can only make me stronger; as cliché as it sounds!

Its been 3 months into 08 and well, I still have got a lot to learn and a lot of trial and error. I like taking the road less traveled, which explains my stubbornness. Looking back (yes I know its terribly late but oh well!), I've done some pretty incredible things and some really horrible ones. But I don't regret what I did/happened. None of them. I've fallen down, scraped my knees ever so badly and got up again. I guess, it will never end will it? Unless I do a 180 degree change; which wont happen anytime soon.

Hopefully, this time 'round, I'll be wiser?

Silent


When silence becomes deafening..
She rises from bed and presses that long silver button;
And settles down onto her plastic chair.

Entering the magical word, she enters the other realm.
Where dreams are real and where reality just isn't..

While figuring out what she should eat,
Her music player appears in front of her..
Shuffle; on
Play.

Snuggling much deeper into the chair,
She takes her legs up with her..
While letting all genre's of music fill the room
Flooding her ears..
Silencing the silence..
Because she cant..

Allowing herself to come here,
She fills the screen with incoherent words..
Making spelling mistakes here and there
Because she cant spell.

Losing her train of thought
She don't know what should go next..

Just a girl..
Who loves laying in the park staring at the blue skies..
Obsessed with a certain type of beauty enhancement which she cant get enough of..
Who has found the perfect cut of jeans for her..

Her long not-so-black hair is in need of some maintenance..
Her weight is a constant trouble..
Like a typical girl,
She thinks too much..

Coffee is an on-off addiction..
Smoking is sexy when not done around me..
Dancing is pure bliss..
As she limits it to only those few times..

An aversion to all things fake..
She cant possibly figure out why
Preferring truth over lies
Even thou it may hurt; a lot.

She loves food; eggs and nicely done French toast is a perfect breakfast..
She is looking to try all kinds of food..
But not beating snake hearts or monkey's brain cooked right in front of you..
Not a health freak, she eats what she wants
And smile with happiness later on.
She reckon she has tasted the best bbq pork ever
As well sweet fried cubes of radish,
All artery clogging, disease inducing materials;
She would do much just for another taste.

She named the blog Scribbles
Because its the first word which popped into her mind..
While resting her tired eyes..
The word reminded her of the legendary scribble book..
Where the old best friend and her would write almost everything in there..
From bitching about useless teachers
To stupid classmates..
Random doodles and huge dreams
All written down in the ugly light blue school exercise book..
The location of these special books are a mystery to her..
But its a memory she holds dear to her little heart..

Someone of no importance..
All she wants;
Is a little ground and breathing space..
As well as a someone,
Who wont ask for an explanation,
When she goes asking for a hug
Or a shoulder to lean on..

Off she goes now,
To go stuff herself with food;
And place herself on the huge one seater outside..
While enjoying the idiot box.

Image: Sunlight by yhdenenkelinunelma @ deviantart