Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Morning air in the big city

The morning air make me a little hopeless, spiritless. Same routine for almost three weeks. Wake up, shower, get ready, one 'goodmorning' tweet, office, home, shower, dinner, and then sleep. These had being replayed for quite a number of times for these few weeks. No excitement in tomorrow.
   I punched the elevator's button and waited until the door open. My floor is the 3rd highest floor, so the elevator's car was still empty. The atmosphere in the elevator was never pleasant, the silent of strangers make me wanna scream. The trying-hard-not-to-stare's attempt is making me suffocated.
  I has just being in this big city for three weeks, but I feel like my life is already being stroked. I feel so lifeless. Like someone has just pictured me wrong image, and once I realized, regret take over everything.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Sometime..feet could be the killer.

Lorong belakang Darul Ehsan

One notification, Miza Colleague whatsapps-ed me asking where I am. We were planning to have breakfast together before our office hour started. Its my second day of intern. The nervousness of yesterday has gone. Just, the sigh of thinking of the long hours ahead at the office.
   Pulled the handbreak, and I slowly get out of the car. Feel like my body's battery had drained about 30%. I opened the bonnet to change my shoes. I stored all my handbags and shoes in the bonnet. Thank mum who had it perfectly arranged, like a wardrobe.
   Found the heels that match my office wear, I sat on the bench of the open bonnet. Remove my regular and loyal flat, and thrown it back in the bonnet. I tried the heels. That's when I came to realize.

Life is hard.
To be woman, is hard.

murmur of a tough woman