Relaxing weekend

Last weekend was being enjoyed in a hazy but relaxed spa region – Daylsford. Merely two hours of driving, we could escape to this regional area to experience a slow pace life style. The rule is – no rushing is permitted. We whorled up the hill and finally found our simple homestay like cottages hiding obscurely behind a bunch of bushes. A beatnik man, dressed in woman’s clothes and wore a pair of high heels that are even higher than my dance shoes, came up from nowhere and lead us into our lucky room #10 – the oasis. According to him, every room has unique name with inside wallpaper corresponding to the same theme. Oasis is a patch of greens in the middle of the desert; you could find a camel vividly “walking” right next to your bed. I fell in love with this bohemian style place immediately. This is the style I like, no one is watching you, freedom for imagination and actions, with no stringent restrictions or magnificent settings to tie you in the ordinary human society.

At night, we savored a detoxing vegan dinner. We ate big pieces of green vegetables, one after another. Absolutely no meat or milk, our digested system was sent a holiday. Our congested intestines were given the opportunity to release body foul after the vegan and organic meal.

Sunday morning was being tendered by a two-hour of yoga lesson. We then jump into a 37C outdoor mineral spa poor to give our body a channel to transmit dirt outside of your body. The outstanding steam room facility helps to enlarge every single pore on your body. You feel clean from inside out after immersing yourself in the spa.

This is the kind of weekend I would like to have. Actually, my weekends have been great with K is around.

Life as it

I have been back to this dry and cold city for a swiftly two months. I found a job I like, moved to a cozy place to stay and am looking for a car that can transport me comfortably from one end to the other end of the city. On top of that, I am being well looked after by aunt and K’s family. I am also living in a healthier life style as well – more exercise, eat regularly with a balance of protein and greens.

Everyday, I perform a perfect eight-hour work attitude, then rush home to cook for the love one. I am still busy but content. This is the life I dreamt about when I was alone in Singapore.

Well, I have nothing to complain really.

Heartbroken

For the first time in a long time, I have this disruptive heartbroken feeling drilling into my heart and body. Tears could not be held back when I heard the news. I was trying hard to turn my tears back to my throat on my way home but ended up crying myself to sleep, leaving two swollen eyes the next day. I am all alone again. Sometimes I question the God, why life is so unfair? I am strong but why does he put me on the same scale as a bad life. I have to take care of so many things, running every single matter in my head. Yet, I am the one to blame when I simple ask for a simple favour. How can I not be hash on myself and the others while life is being harsh on me?

After the crying last night, I am thinking to leave the city again. Why should I come back? Maybe the choice I have made was wrong. I took the gamble to come back, to try my luck in the city I never like. See what I get myself into? Heartache and heartbroken!! I live in a rushing life, withstanding tiredness and different pressures everyday. I am yearning for an understanding; I am not even demanding for being looked after like the other ladies. Am I asking for too much?

All men are the same. I shall not make the same mistake again, or it may not be too late. Family is the one who stands behind me when I fall. Man’s promise sucks and is never trustable. This is one thing I understand and have not trapped myself into so far.