Sitting at starbucks sipping my black coffee, all alone.
Enjoying this time for myself.
I have to admit, sometimes being alone is bliss.
It’s the time I let my imagination go wild and I pretend I'm someone else.
A bit schizo. for you?
Nah, I'm still sane. It’s just my way of escaping my reality even for just a few minutes.
How about you? What's your escape?
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Travelling by bus
A very busy day, but I can’t hide the smile on my lips.
I'm bound for Dubai. Just the thought of seeing my friends there again after a long time is such a breath of fresh air.
Traveling by bus for an hour and a half is a small price to pay just to talk and hug them. A true family with no blood ties.
The day pass so fast, it seems I just reached here a few minutes ago. The sun started to set beaconing me to go. And so, I'm back in the bus on my way home. And what do you know? My other friends are also there waiting for me. So blessed...
I'm bound for Dubai. Just the thought of seeing my friends there again after a long time is such a breath of fresh air.
Traveling by bus for an hour and a half is a small price to pay just to talk and hug them. A true family with no blood ties.
The day pass so fast, it seems I just reached here a few minutes ago. The sun started to set beaconing me to go. And so, I'm back in the bus on my way home. And what do you know? My other friends are also there waiting for me. So blessed...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I need coffee
Hah, morning again... Time to start over things I've done yesterday with just a few variations.
Make coffee (my very important day starter), sit in fron of the computer and spy on my friends in the internet. Later on clean-up the place and so on till my husband arrives from work.
Sometimes I dont feel so productive at all. Comparing to when I was still working, earning my own money and having money. Being domestic is a sabatical for me, a total turn around from my life before. Being able to go out anytime I like after work, go with friends without no curfew or time limit. And come home with no one to take care of but yourself. But still have a job the next day and feel important again. Missed those days...
Make coffee (my very important day starter), sit in fron of the computer and spy on my friends in the internet. Later on clean-up the place and so on till my husband arrives from work.
Sometimes I dont feel so productive at all. Comparing to when I was still working, earning my own money and having money. Being domestic is a sabatical for me, a total turn around from my life before. Being able to go out anytime I like after work, go with friends without no curfew or time limit. And come home with no one to take care of but yourself. But still have a job the next day and feel important again. Missed those days...
Monday, March 24, 2008
New year of my life
Another year passed, a chapter finished and so it a new one begins...
WOW!
Till now still cant believe how much happend in this year...
Its the first time I ride with company on a plane and he's my husband
I got the chance to go back to UAE with no plans at all
Able to see and be with my friends again
Got the chance to relive part of my Dubai life
Transfered to Abudhabi abruptly
Met new people and made new friends
Then suddenly told after a 3 week vacation that we are going to migrate to another country
So blessed...I cant keep-up, getting old.
WOW!
Till now still cant believe how much happend in this year...
Its the first time I ride with company on a plane and he's my husband
I got the chance to go back to UAE with no plans at all
Able to see and be with my friends again
Got the chance to relive part of my Dubai life
Transfered to Abudhabi abruptly
Met new people and made new friends
Then suddenly told after a 3 week vacation that we are going to migrate to another country
So blessed...I cant keep-up, getting old.
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