Shift

I am not sure what has happened but I have become detached to my work.

I said I am not sure but I guess underlying me, I know why.

There is such a shift in me, I now reach work at 8 in the morning. Like a whole 45 minutes earlier than I used to.
I used to be perpatually & punctually late for work at 845am every day,
but since that hospital stay, I now wake up at 6 plus in the morning.

My sis said it was only two days that I was at the hospital. How could it affect my body clock.
Ya, it was not that two days that changed my body clock. It was my heart.

So, let's not dwell on the past mistakes, let me tell you how I've actually become a much lighter person.

=)

I have been given 3 weeks' home rest by the doctor, but still, there's this thing called work.
So I go into the office in the morning, get some work done, and leave at 1pm. I would just do as much as i can. Of course there will perpetually be more outstanding work, but I have learnt to leave them for tomorrow. The world can wait.
My Life Can't.

So, ther's a thing called Life.

Life with Friends, Life with Family.

So, I live impromptu.

Call my mom on the phone, my sis, my friends.

Hello, where are you? Whatca doin? OK, I'll come find you. Now.

So, off I went to Bintan for a weekend.

And off I went to join my sis & mom for an afternoon tea, brought Pepper to the dog's cafe.

And off I went to empty my wardrobe full of clothings. Packed half off to be given away. Throw, throw, throw.
Out with the old. I'm renewed.

Arranged with cousin Simon to come over this Saturday.
Finally. Been saying it for 5 years now. Hey, you'ld better come, i said. Yes I will, he said. Finally, he said.
I wanna show him the Atlas book he wrapped for me in 1986. I kept it till now. Is that 22 years? I am an historian.
We used to fight when we were young. Squabble. And I used to be so angry with him.
So when he wrapped my text books on the eve of my Sec 1 day, I was touched.
I kept the Atlas for momento.
I told him about this recently.
He didn't remember we used to fight.
Boys.
They don't remember hard feelings I guess.
So, ya. I am mushy, I know.
Isn't that great?