And so the countdown is on...Just 7 more days and Malaysia here I come!
It seems that anticipation is heightened each time I run a red mark through each day that passes. For each mark means a day closer to getting on that plane and saying hello to a country I call my second home- Malaysia.
What it is with this place, I do not know. It seems to have a lil bit of magic that makes me feel like I the person who I know I am!
A homecoming awaits me and the first on my list of things to do is to go to Steven's Corner, order naan cheese and teh tarik!
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Monday, April 04, 2005
Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence |
 You shine in your ability to realate to and understand others. Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel. You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations. A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict. You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person. |
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Emotional Ties
Are you familiar about the coping mechanism wherein we subject ourselves to "being busy" just so we don't have to think of someone? Especially someone that we maybe attracted to but somehow can’t or won’t have.
So after my trip to the country of If-It-Looked-Good, I realized I had to “be busy,” especially since I met “her.” And mercifully, life seemed to be on my side cause it gave me a lot of opportunities not to think of him (a.k.a PROBLEMS!). I even almost convinced myself I was moving on. Our interaction was limited to scarce text messages, email and Friendster. I read them, then think of “him” and then hit the home button and resume working on the marketing letter due tomorrow. It was going great.
What happens though when you’re not that busy and you a get a message from that one person that brings a blush to your cheeks? Not to mention time to be able to read it…over and over again? For me, the progress line of moving on suddenly stops and plateaus. You start reliving the memories and the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter again. I become that little girl with a grin that wouldn’t go away. Why was I-or rather still am- attracted to this man?
Am I setting myself up for another heartbreak or should I just let the infatuation die a natural death and enjoy the feeling while it lasts? Or should I just book more projects and loose myself (maybe even my heart) in the web of deadlines and meetings?
So after my trip to the country of If-It-Looked-Good, I realized I had to “be busy,” especially since I met “her.” And mercifully, life seemed to be on my side cause it gave me a lot of opportunities not to think of him (a.k.a PROBLEMS!). I even almost convinced myself I was moving on. Our interaction was limited to scarce text messages, email and Friendster. I read them, then think of “him” and then hit the home button and resume working on the marketing letter due tomorrow. It was going great.
What happens though when you’re not that busy and you a get a message from that one person that brings a blush to your cheeks? Not to mention time to be able to read it…over and over again? For me, the progress line of moving on suddenly stops and plateaus. You start reliving the memories and the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter again. I become that little girl with a grin that wouldn’t go away. Why was I-or rather still am- attracted to this man?
Am I setting myself up for another heartbreak or should I just let the infatuation die a natural death and enjoy the feeling while it lasts? Or should I just book more projects and loose myself (maybe even my heart) in the web of deadlines and meetings?
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