Just receive an update regarding work from our association and it is another piece of shocking news that more work is to be loaded onto me. Work that is difficult to be delegated. Sigh!
Quite confused with the facebook invitation too. Not sure whether i am a member there? and not sure how to get in there.
Need my boyfriend’s shoulder to cry on now.
Quite tired now.. have been concentration on the files for a long while.
The best position to be in now:
The work load is a lot these period before the festive days. These are due to mainly changes in the compliance ruling as well as the many holidays these 2 months, resulting in cramping of work load. Almost suffocated.
Wish work would be very smooth, so that i can finished everything very soon. Wanted to have a restful festival.
Hope my boyfriend have a smooth work flow, so that he would have time to plan for us soon.
I am feeling so tired today, despite stealing a nap while on the ferry. Might need to overcome the sleep bug, afternoon nap habit acquired during the last weekend, as it won’t be practical to have afternoon nap during work days. How nice if i can have daily afternoon nap.. but then that would be a bad example for the juniors.
I know that my boyfriend is serious this time. Have been waiting long. Happy!
I was thinking, what makes one happy? Being loved, being appreciated and being fulfilled makes one happy maybe. I guess it’s the same for all.
I would feel being loved, if i am being accommodated emotionally, being thought of often, being treasured and being protected.
But love in itself is not enough, for love is a gift but, appreciation is its platinum wrapping.
I would feel being appreciated, if my kind deeds, and more so, compromises, are being appreciated.
I would feel being fulfilled, if physical and emotional needs are met.
Remember when he slip me the small notes and the big drawings at the unexpected time of the day, remember when i sulk and become bitter and he just smile and pat me on the shoulder, remember when he send me pictures of angles, and with that, i imagine him telling me he treasure me so. And i believe he is my guardian angel, who has protected me through the years from attacks.
He is a great lover, for he makes me feel so loved through the years.
My only wish is, the day when he would tell me, that he appreciate my waiting for him through the years. It was my small way in supporting his path to rebuild his confidence and kingdom.
Self aggrandizement maybe, there is a part of me that is dying for appreciation.
He stood at the door, she turned and saw him there.
She give out a light sigh and rushed into his arms. They hug tightly for a while, then lovingly she said : Thank you for coming home, thank you for fighting for the family, thank you for loving us through the years.
He felt appreciated and smile widely. His fight for the years were recognised. He hugged and kissed her lovingly.
They parted and he started thinking of his next round of action, as recognition and appreciation from his wife denotes encouragement and supports for him to fight and continue with the honour. Recognition were bigger than his life.
He went straight to his room, taking up a pen, and starting writing to his superior for a restitution of his posts at the war zone.
He foresees his wife ecstatical face the next round he returns. He knows the years ahead at the war zone would be tough or maybe fatal, but he wanted to see the ecstatical face. He lives his whole life for his wife.
He stood at the door. She turned her head and noticed him there.
She was enticed, stunned for a few seconds and heaved out a ‘huh’, before rushing into his arms. They hug tightly and kissed. The children and the passers by stand around and clapped at their reunion.
Hand in hand, she led him into the hall. Sitting down, they seemed to be unable to find the words, other than the greeting, and a continuos update of her life when he is not around. She felt bored and he feels akward.
After a while, he give an excuse that he need to go to another appointment and he left her sitting in the hall, feeling very unfulfillied.
He stood at the door, what he get, was a few hellos from those at home. His wife smile and said “Hi, welcome home”, and continue with the cooking of dinner.
He was stunned at the door, for he feel unwelcome and out of place. He turned and walked away into the dark, and never return to his home again.
The wife and children cried, and shouted after him, but it was all too late. They have injured his ego, something that a man of his match cherise more than their life.
Thereafter, he lived his life among women and liquor. It was colourful, full of laughter and sensual music. He is a happy man there, never have to face his sincere, innocence and stupid family again.
His life has been nothing except war.
His only motivation to fought on was from a vivid picture of the day when he would return home and reappear in front of her, she would tears and hug him with the love and might that she had reservoired for him through the years.
He was a hero. A hero that had fought the war and return home for good.
