Endorphin high

I'm going through another Olive phase. Every once in a while, I get cravings for something and this time its olives, last month was Caeser's Salad from Strudels. Ohmeegawd, I just sat through half a TUB of green pitted olives that costs me RM59.50 for 500g of the yummy stuff. No, I'm not pregnant. And I had cheese with it to boot. There goes my 2 hours of sweat and grunts at the gym this morning. *sigh*

It's been an uneventful month for me so far. Nothing exciting happened. Nothing momentous happened, unless you want to count in me finding my joggers finally after 8 months. Now that I have my joggers, I couldn't put off going to the gym any longer, so I started my aerokick regime again today. The punches, the jabs, the blocks and the kicks... lord, it feels darn good. I forgot how it felt, after sweating it out - glowing, roling strides, airy, sexy. *purrr* Now, all I need is a tiger to curl up with. =p

Onions have layers

Tagged by Midnite Lily.

Layer ONE
On the Outside
Name: Sharon
Birth Date: March 8
Current Status: Single
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black with NATURAL dark brown highlights
Righty or Lefty: Righty
Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Layer TWO
On the inside
Your Heritage: Malaysian - 3/4 Chinese & quarter Thai,with Malay blood in there somewhere
Your Fears: Amounting to nothing in this lifetime
Your Weaknesses: I cry at the drop of a hat
Your Perfect Pizza: Tomato and Cheese, baked in a wood stove

Layer THREE
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your thoughts first waking up: I have get the PR coverage report out today...
Your Bedtime: What earrings to wear for work tomorrow
Your most missed memory: Watching Patches roll around

Layer FOUR
Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Root Beer
McDonald’s or Burger King: Burger King
Adidas or Nike: Reebok
Lipton tea or Nestea: Green Tea
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or coffee: Mocha Latte

Layer FIVE
Do you
Smoke: Socially - when I inhale secondhand smoke
Curse: Oh yeah...

Layer SIX
In the Past Month
Drank alcohol: In the past month...? Try last night.
Gone to the mall: I work in a building that is attached to the mall...
Been on stage: Heck no.
Eaten sushi: Last month
Dyed your hair: Hell no.

Layer SEVEN
Have You Ever?
Played a stripping game: Nope.
Changed who you were to fit in: Nope.

Layer EIGHT
Age you’re hoping to be married: Before I shrivel and die

Layer NINE
In a Girl/Guy
Best eye colour: Green
Best hair colour: Dark brown
Short or long hair: Enough for me to run my fingers through

Layer TEN
What Were You Doing
1 minute ago: chatting on msn
1 hour ago: Finalising my PR report
4.5 hours ago: Having breakfast with a colleague
1 month ago: Working feverishly on the Exim Bank Launch
1 year ago: Working on Heineken and Nokia

Layer ELEVEN
Finish the sentence
I love: Scuba Diving
I feel: at loose ends
I hate: porridge
I hide: my real feelings
I miss: Patches
I need: to go on a real and long holiday

Joyride

Today, when I came out, I think I must have left my brains on my pillow. *sigh* I have just needlessly spent RM8 for a taxi ride. How so, you asked? Haha. In a very stupid way is my answer.

I came in to work today and I forgot to bring my tag, and no one was in this early. I looked everywhere in my big gold bag. I could not find it. I took out everything in the bag, I upended it. No tag. Crap I thought. No choice but to go home and get it. So, I managed to get a taxi to fetch that misplaced item. Anyway, at the U-turn outside my house, I suddenly had a thought. Maybe it's in here... and I reached for the small pocket outside the bag that I only use for keys. OMIGOD... it IS in here! ARGH!!!

The taximan was laughing at me the whole way back to Midvalley.

Growth

My tendency to blog has dwindled yet I still felt a sentimental need to blog one last time, for this year. I know I have been somewhat remiss in my blogging efforts but then who cares. So here I am, the last afternoon of the year, typing down a line of two in the gazillion lines zooming like space traffic in Cyberspace.

I can only speculate that perhaps I no longer feel the need to let people know my thoughts and feelings, because I no longer really care what people think of me.

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations." ~ Anais Nin ~

Cracks in my foundation

Much has happened since I last sign in. One would have thought that I'd stop bloggina after Patches died. True, I mourne him still but life goes on, especially work. Work has been crazy. I have been working past 11pm everynight for the past 3 weeks. It's exhausting. I never thought I'd say this, but it feels as though I might be near a burn out.

Question marks has begun to appear like tiny cracks in a badly-cemented brick wall. Am I on the right path that God has destined for me? Have I deviated from His plans? Does God have a plan for me? Why am I working so hard for so little benefit? A friend once told me that my time is precious and what time God has given me I have to make the most of it. Yet here I am, wasting my precious gift on work. A work that bring little satisfaction and much heartache, and I can't even take solace from my salary either. It is a sinking ship, I might have to act the rat and desert it.