I had a good dream today. Nothing in particular. I was working for a company as a manager. Then one day I found a neatly folded hoodie in the office. Upon close inspection I found out there is money kept in a white enveloped tucked inside the fold.
I went to human resource and met this friendly girl. I told her about this hoodie and money. According to her it belongs to this one outstation staff. I gave her the money and asked her to fold back the hoodie neatly again.
This jovial lady reminded me of Norhana, my officemate in Mesiniaga. She was a cross between Norhana and Haniza, my intern in MSC Technology Centre.
A[l]ter (After) that episode this jovial lady and I walked outside the office. She was still new and she wore this fancy barebacked dress. I invited her for a quick drink. It was a club of some sort within the walking distance from our office. They served hot chocolate. The maitre d' explained that a regular hot chocolate will cost me RM24 a cup. Well bring me two, I said. Then he continued, "For a cup laced with thick chocolate, that will be RM100".
I said anything for my lady friend because whenever I am in her kingdom, I get everything for free. Then I laughed.
That got me in a good mood when I woke up this morning.
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Sarah baby, whenever I get this kind of dream, that means I had a good thought before bed. Now it is rare that I had a good dream about me in employment especially when I sleep late.
That shows last night was a good session.
Tell me Sarah, did you enjoy my company last night? I had a good time. I managed to vent out what is in my mind freely. It may not be the most politically correct perspective but at least I am being true to myself.
As you noticed, the blog also acted as my psycho therapy platform.
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Certainly I use the blog as my knowledge repository. So many things I capture here. I have no intention of reading them back. Not immediately. It's like some people keep a photo album. We don't really look at them anymore especially now that we store them digitally. Tell me Sarah, who ever looked at a photo album nowadays?
It's a complete waste.
Same as blogs. Who reads a blog? However I keep them as part of my legacy. You know what is more relevant? My monthly calendar.
Hey, I found out that blog doesn't consume my Google Drive. That means I don't have to upgrade my storage.
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I noticed when I write in the wee hour of the morning, I write differently compares to when I write during the day.
I don't really know the reason why but I think late at night I am more alert.
I like the feeling very much. I can be who I really am.
Sarah, no matter how you look at it, I will still be me in this blog. This is where I can freely express myself.
You may or may not like me as who I really am. Well at least I am being sincere to myself. This is my retreat. We had established sometime back for me to write whatever I feel like writing. It ia terapheutic to say the least.
I don't care if you want to judge me Sarah. I need to be me at some point of my life. The blog provide the outlet for me. Now more so than ever I need the blog. There is nobody else I can turn to. To be who I am I need to be me.
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