Dog viewing

Jack Russell
Doberman
Bulldog

Slightly awoke, just enough to open my eye lips, to look at the face of the clock. I was shocked to know it was pointing at 11pm. Trying hard to recall the event before I feel asleep; the only memory stamped in mind was we were watching the last part of 60 minutes and I complained about the cold. I covered myself under the balmy bed quilt and lying on my comfort bed with bloods drew into my stomach to digest my loaded dinner. Astonishing on how much I had slept, I struggled to get up to fulfil my commitment to practise my dance routine. Obviously, my body did not listen to my head anymore, or my head did not even try hard to control my body limps, I glued to the bed and fell into a soundly sleep again. My sleep affection syndrome is the after effect to my under sleep weekday life.

Sunday afternoon was spent stroking along Port Melbourne beach. I found a live Jazz band playing in one of the dock restaurants. Hmm…… on one Sunday I must have to gather a few friends to relax and enjoy the lazy Sunday in this restaurant. Beach walking for us is for puppy/doggy viewing. We (or just me) would, along the way, hold up a palm size puppy, chase up a Doberman, delight on a Jack Russell Terrier, or pointing figure at the ass of a Bulldog.

Candle burner

Wiggle on the dance floor till wee hours, horse riding on the beach, late night movie sitting and jazz dinner, I have been enjoying myself in the past a couple of weeks. Home is where I go back and rest my head.

I like burning fragrance with a candle burner at night. The scented vapours evaporate bit by bit, helping to sooth the intense nerve. A relaxation therapy only if the burner is not over heated and alerts the fire alarm at 3am. We were suddenly woke up to put off the fire. The poor me was choked into a big cough with an urgent need of oxygen from our tiny window. Now we became smarter, use a 4-hour burning candle instead of the 9-hour one.

Decisions, decisions

In the last a couple of days, I picked up my lost brains and went back to study a diploma course. This time is in Swinburne, studying the first step towards my PMP credential. From my observation, my classmates are not exceptional witty but they all have hands on experience in terms of managing projects. I was the youngest and had the least experience sitting in there. I had this thought going through my mind again and again that I could do much better than them if I had the opportunity to manage projects. Grasping this thought, I started apply for jobs when a suitable pose is up to advertise.

Our trainer Greg, a knowledgeable project manager, was half kidding telling us that he went to intensive care unit once when he was working too hard. “Never again.” he signed. No one wants to go to an early grave. I was much younger, yet, I was no better than him that I was on an operational table on the day of my graduation. But I don’t want to go to grave with a pale and hollow life.

My best friend J gave up his well paid HSBC job and went back to study pure maths in Northern Ireland recently. It is not that he is fond of maths but his girlfriend, who gains a place to study in Oxford. Even that they can only meet once a month or even longer, it is still better than separating ten thousand miles away. Will I do the same thing? I don’t know. On one side is the dream I had been aspiring to and now is in the counting down on days stage; on the other side is the one I cling to. We always have to confront with conflicting decisions, don’t we?