That miserable week.

It has been a while since a dream really meant something. To wake up with a nightmare is a relief, rather than to wake up with having thoughts of you. J.K Rowling once said “Thoughts could leave deeper scarring than almost anything else,” How random it is for me to be quoting J.K Rowling, an author that I don’t really fancy because her art is somewhat too deep and too brilliant, that I don’t really understand but for that one line, I do get it.

Back to that Wednesday night when you made an appearance in my dream, it was not a dream where you came and showed yourself up, physically. It was just your voice, whispering something significant and leaving me in this miserable state, not knowing how to react to it. That blurry line that you created, as blurry as it is, it is still crystal clear to me. Last week, I had a crazy haywire week and with this dream that came along, it became a burden rather than something that I should be happy about. Everything turned upside down, in the last week of March; I thought the world is going against me.

It started off when I lost Ines' phone during the Demi Lovato concert on Friday night. It happened in a split second. Continously, I was being paranoid on Monday, thinking that I did not switch off the iron. Hence, clumsy me had to go back to Bangi from KL Sentral after 5 minutes of settling down at the office. The iron was switched off, perfectly. The next day, I woke up late at about 7.21am and I performed my morning prayers as usual, or how they would say “Subuh Gajah”. The only thing is, I prayed 3 rakaat, instead of just 2 rakaat. I was in a trance state of mind, perhaps. Later at work, I was telling my Chinese colleague about it and her reply was too funny. “Isn’t it good that you prayed more? You should just bow 2 times but you bowed 3 times?” Hahaha how do I explain that it doesn’t work that way. On that same particular day, I lost my parking ticket. For the past 6 months that I have been working, I’ve never lost my parking ticket or make that, for the past 23 years of my existence, I have never lost a parking ticket but of course, there’s always a first time for everything. The week proceeded as usual, until Friday, when I left half of my purchase at the groceries store at a shop in TTDI and I only realized it, on Saturday morning when my chicken drummets went missing. Just typing it out tires me out, imagine having to go through it and feeling freaking miserable about it. On top of that, I had to pretend that I am A-Okay at work but of course I was not. Imagine, sitting next to your boss, nodding to every word that she said, acting like you can comprehend the debit credit part of accounting when you have no idea what’s going on because your mind was not there but instead, it went to Shah Alam. The pen that you’re holding dropped and your boss went “Min, Min.” Quite funny, now when I look back at it but it needs some kind of a special power for another human being to handle me these days. If it’s a male, he needs to be a superman. If it’s a female, she needs to be like... My mother. Hahaha. So, how did I fix my week? I ditched work, the whole weekend and spent quality time with those that matters and I picked up the phone to call you up. Not only that it needed courage for me to that but I had to be sane as well. I think I am, for me to be talking to you for half an hour. I should be alright and come what may, I’ll be okay.