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To Alive or To Be A Life

Krabi - Maya Bay, Thailand

It's nearing the last week of April '10 and I have not put in a single entry into my blog of life. Am I alive? Clearly am still breathing and moving about but to say that I have a life per se is totally subjective.

April began with me totally disregarding my worries at work. The impending last day of my boss' two weeks notice in the Company, the fact that I'm still stuck in this rut with almost no future, financial tightness of March, and the many sleepless nights or waking up on panic mode all came a halt for one fleeting weekend when I stepped onto the plane and headed out to Krabi with my parents. It was the best of times and it was the most interesting of times. Having gone on a vacation with my parents, I have to admit it is quite laidback and mellowed. We took the spin of Que Sera Sera and decided to just let everything else slide while enjoying Krabi.

So for four days I was at bliss, and felt totally good about myself. There were some dramas laced in the fun but that's a story for another time. Right now, I'm just gonna sum up April in a nutshell.

Then the hallu-balloo of April began almost as immediate as a dessert storm in the Sahara. Almost without warning or preparation. From the moment I stepped into work that week after Krabi weekend, it was non-stop working and no play. Financials didn't even have a chance to recover from March dramas (sink, car repairs, road tax, car insurance and all) and April was already promising a month of tightness too. *sigh* I feel some dissapointment in myself for this but I will prevail!! By hook or by crook.

Worked my hardest, the longest and the most this April and it just doesn't stop for a breather. But despite my current busy-ness and stress, I am determined to have some form of life. So whereever I can slot in some social time, that's what I will take. With family, with friends, with myself. This Friday, I will be going off on a roadtrip to Pearly Island (Penang, for those who do not understand) with some friends. It will be another break that is much needed to put my mind on pause on things of work.

But right now, I am going to concentrate my best and hardest on getting my duties done right and fast before I can wind down on Thursday night for Friday morning travels.

GO, GO, Zima, GO!!


sayanora said…
OMG you went to Maya Island! That's where they shot The Beach :D We wanted to go but we were short on time :(
Shugabelle said…
Yep! We went on the island hopping trip. It needs a whole day to cover about 8 islands. First stop was Maya Bay. :D

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