huijie

These are the outfits of the day to work and play for my man to view so that he knows he is close to the heart.

the daylight is the start of the day and only leaving when it's dark. the morning sun rises up to the sky, and in the night where a cloth covers the blue, home is where the mind wants to. dealing with people, words and details. to see mistakes and dig out ideas, scores the most points but once the tasks were asked failed, eyes upon you starts to glare. the beginning is always hard, that's what everyone would say but if you're good, you're born with it. does it matter if it's the start? maybe that's the fact, the undeniable fact, for everyone learns along the way and build up rapport and portfolios. corrections and failures were what the budding successor would voice, believing it and trust that it will bring me to places. after that i will want to bring all my love ones to faraway land, where happiness is the only thing exist or the thrill of exploring is how it seems.

Fallen into girly night
Watching GG and be fashion-like
Laying on the Queen, so as to be the lean
6 hours of close lids
Awoke with cranberry muffin needs

A land mine burst but not fatal
I'm just hurting and crying after
I wished the prince was here for hugs
Cuz on a screen he thinks he can't do much
But in fact he did ease the pain
With that adorable face
But heavy drops fall
Cuz my heart wants him more
I adore the prince though, he is annoyed
But the expression just makes me naught

Dinner wasn't pleasant at all
At least the cutlet wasn't raw
It's an early night this evening
It's tiring from the morning
Can't wait for the next day's sighting
The prince knows i'm waiting

The fact that it is infront of you in it's full form but that voice tells you that there is definitely more to it.

i awoke this morning at 7:47am, and couldn't fall back to sleep. wide eyed me was feeling rather baffled at this unannounced energy, equivalent to having just drank a shot of espresso. Last night was indoors day,a day that do not need the exertion of too much mind juices, where singlets and shorts are the dress code, not a tinge of make up needed, slouching on the couch with the outstretch of legs stands for the relaxation of the muscles and the desertion of lady etiquette.

we watched a movie, step up 3. to claim it was heart pumping, booming groovy music and head spinning action basically sums it all up. after which we started to take the poker cards out to play. which then leads to a 2 hour manjong session. it all ended at 1am, and decided it was time to head home. so as we perambulated from the living room to the car, i feel rather at ease, knowing that after next week it will be much 'me' time. exploring of the maximum hours of sleep i can complete or the calculation of the amount of time spend in a room in a day. all these can be accomplished right after next week.

reaching home and to fall into deep slumber takes an hour and manage to be in bed by 2am. and this phenomena that limit my sleeping time of 5 hours and 47 minutes should be concluded here by what i think it is. therefore, below are the list of factors that may contribute to the matter:

transiting to unemployment state
not received phone msges
growing fondness of a subject
unable to digest last night's chicken rice
lost of income
the search for the desire career

and hereby, i conclude that all of the above mentioned factors have cause me to wake up, and think of things through and wise as the day is still long.

I really hope we can remove the space between. Never thought it could cause such a headache of yearning.

Ending with a soft, homely touch
Stayed indoors playing tuch
To mix with the crowd, trying to make a deal
Watching fireworks to gather for a new year's zeal
Boom! Boom! Boom! Scattered and burst out as tiny sparks
Instead of stars, i see hearts
Chanting over and over, expectations and wishes
Settled on happy occupation and family's happiness
Finished is the year that ends with a zero
Do you see yourself as a hero?
The need to summarize past accomplishments
To build upon this year's to be achievements
What has left you is there to stay
No use running backwards to pass the day
Starting the year with two ones
I want, i want, i want, all my wants
Dream big baby, i told myself
And i turn to look at my shelf
Magazines, journals turn all golden
Let's just see what happens, Hayden

The first week after a holiday is a breeze. The heart is lighter, everything seems clearer even the bottom of the toilet bowl seems drinkable. Yes, i'm kidding.
The world is that big, huge enough to take 80 days to travel the world. (they wouldn't claim this if it's not true. Right? or am i wrong?) Either way, it is agreeable that the world is enormous in comparison your biggest mall. So whatever problems i am facing in my little small country is nothing, i mean nothing compares to the varsity of American school. Ha. Of course! The Americans love exaggeration. It has been instill in their culture. Fighting to be in the cheer leading team, football team or whatever that is cool in the movies.
I feel braver, feels to me that whatever is possible, like how i have always felt embarrassed to knock on the bus door to demand a seat in the bus when the bus stopped infront of the traffic light and away from the bus stop. Yup. Did that, with pride. Checked! The journey to work accompanied by my amazing playlist. Damn, the playlist of 100 songs that i used to listen for over 6 months, over and over again is not awesome. And then i uploaded, a few more recommended songs, that make my train ride a blast. A mini me dancing, hip hopping all the way to destination in my head. When mini me got stitches from dancing too much, i've reached. Cool.
Blink of an eye, one eye, and the weekends are here. Bring it to me baby. Which brings us to the second week after a holiday. I have only 3 words for it. Its not good. Done. Just summarizes the second week and it ain't over yet.
Nevertheless, i would like to think back to the first week and try my best to replicate it. Even the location i stand on the train and the exact music i should be listening. Just like the first week. Because, the first week makes me feel so easy, breezy, covergirl.

5 THINGS TO BE DONE AFTER A LONG HOLIDAY

FIRSTLY, WHAT DEFINES A LONG HOLIDAY? TIME IS RELATIVE AND ADJECTIVES OF LONG OR SHORT IS SUBJECTIVE. CONSIDERING THAT THE LONGEST TIME YOU HAVE SPENT OVERSEAS WOULD BE CONSIDERED LONG, I THINK THAT IS FAIR ENOUGH TO ANSWER THAT. OF COURSE, OMITTING BACKPACKERS THAT POSSESSED FREE SPIRITED MIND AND NON COMMITTED LIFE TO ANY SOCIAL OBLIGATIONS BE IT RELATIONSHIPS OR THE SUPPORTING ROLE TO PROVIDE FOR THE FAMILY, THESE ARE EXAMPLES THAT COULD LEAD THEM TO A FOREIGN COUNTRY FOR AS LONG AS 6 MONTHS OR UNTIL THEIR VISA'S EXPIRE. OF COURSE, I'M TALKING ABOUT THE CAUCASIANS. HOW MANY ASIAN PEOPLE DO THAT? I'M STATING WHAT I SEE AND HEAR MORE OFTEN HERE, NOT BEING STEREOTYPICAL.

GETTING THE JET LAG, REMOVING THE PRICE TAG
JET LAG IS UNAVOIDABLE AND IT CAN BE A PAIN IN THE ASS IF YOU HATE YOUR JOB WHICH YOU SIGNED FOR THE NEXT DAY AND MOST PROBABLY ANOTHER YEAR, IT GONNA STING. YOU COME HOME, DRAGGING THAT HUGE BUDGE OF WEIGHTS ON TROLLEYS AND SLAM IT DOWN ON THE FLOOR OF HOME SWEET HOME. YOU CAN'T SLEEP YET BUT YOU KNOW YOU OUGHT TO. 5 HOURS OF SLEEP EQUATES TO MISFIRING OF TANTRUMS, ANGER BLAST AND THE DISABILITY TO LOOK LIKE YOU LOVE YOUR JOB. THE THING THAT GETS IT GOING IS TO OPEN UP THAT LUGGAGE AND GO THROUGH YOUR SHOPPINGS. JUST THE SOUND OF IT IT THRILLING. PRICE TAGS ARE THERE TO CURB JET LAG. LOVE THE RING OF THE PHRASE.

SCRUB AND RUB
IN NO SPECIFIC ORDER, YOU CAN DO THIS FIRST BEFORE GOING OVER YOUR SHOPPINGS BUT I TEND TO DO THE ABOVE FIRST. I NEED THE MOTIVATION, A LITTLE EXCITEMENT TO GET MY HEART BEATING FASTER FOR OTHER ACTIVITIES. BATHING IS WHAT IT IS CALLED. BUT BECAUSE, I AM A SLOTH LIKE THAT, BATHING CAN BE A CHORE AFTER THE LONG FLIGHT, THAT'S ONE I CHOOSE TO BE ENTIRELY FAITHFUL TO ONLY ONE PART OF THE BODY AND FOCUS IN CLEANING THAT. THE REST ARE NOT THE PRIORITY. I CHOOSE THE FACE. 3 MINUTES OR 4 MINUTES TOP FOR THE HAIR AND BODY. I SCRUB AND FOAM UP THE FACE WITH PRIDE. I VIEW IT AS A PLATE THAT SHOULD BE POLISHED AND SHINNING SO THAT I AM DEFINITELY AWAKE TO REALITY THAT LIFE IS NOT ALL GOOD, ALWAYS. TO PREP ME FOR A BETTER SLEEP AND A GREATER TOMORROW. OF COURSE ALL THESE ARE JUST PET TALK FROM ME TO ME.

PHOTOS GALORE
REVIEWING YOUR HOLIDAY PHOTOS! AIN'T THAT A JOY?! SERIOUSLY?! I MEAN SERIOUSLY. DO I NEED TO SAY MORE?

SUPPER TIME
THIS IS NOT THAT TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOUR DIET OR WEIGHT. IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO BE THAT PARTICULAR ABOUT IT. YOUR POSITION NOW IS TO MAKE YOURSELF AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE AND LISTEN TO YOUR BODY SINCE THE MIND IS ALL MESSED UP WITH GOING THROUGH WORK THE NEXT MORNING. IT'S LIKE FALLING TO HELL AFTER A TIME IN HEAVEN. AIN'T NOBODY CAN TAKE THAT KIND OF ADAPTION THAT FAST. WE ARE ALL HUMAN BEINGS. NIBBLE SOME CHIPS, INDULGE IN CHOCOLATES, TREAT YOURSELF TO SOME HOT COCOA OR FOR ALCOHOLICS, A GLASS OR WINE OR A PINT OF BEER WILL DO IT.

THE EASIEST WAY OUT
WHY NOT JUST TAKE ANOTHER DAY OF TOMORROW? THIS WAY, YOU HAVE ALL DAY TO PREPARE YOURSELF FOR WORK. BUT NOBODY SAY THE ABOVE ALL IS USELESS. CUZ YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT.

Running on the pavement as cars zoom pass, drivers aiming for their destinations as you create your destination. The path you are running appears in your mind as every step you land. Ascending breathing rhythms, lungs burning, water droplets forming, appearing on the surface of your forehead and arms. Infront of you, sees a path sheltered with brunches from tress afar. Underneath it you paced yourself. Grass fields under your feet, the breeze encourage you with occasional push. With no aim or destination you run, run for your body and the mind. You came to a crossroad, a decision to choose this or that way. You let your legs carry you for it is the only organs actively in movement.

Thighs muscles ache as you climb up the stairs. Edge of the stairs, on each platform being interrupted by growing flowers and moss. Every step up, every strength you use requires the need to focus for below is the highway to end destination. As you sight your top, the bright lights bring your senses to alert mode. Once you reached the top, speed decreases as your mind starts to race. Proportionally. the linear line on the graph describing the movement of your legs and your mind plots itself a perfect line. Eventually, the line stop. The bridge, you stand on, being built by workers, the pebble that was placed, one by one, the concrete that glues them together, feels grounded.

The slow growth of living plants in contrast with the speeding of the cars below, the darkening of the skyline in comparison with the lit up street lights. The Theory of Heat state that molecules are in constant motion. The greater the temperature, the greater the kinetic energy and thus the faster the molecules are moving. Your fast beating heart, the vast difference to a morbid case of entropy as you let yourself fall as you hit the ground. In just a few seconds, the heart is in another state. Understanding physics, as the state of water changes to solid, it allows it to changes back to liquid. However, this is not physics. This is the road to heaven.