Emptiness?

Blankly staring into the single screen monitor that now occupies my cubicle (finally have one!) at my new office. It is now the 3^rd week I’m working here, and it reminds me of the first few months back at the old workplace … the honeymoon period. Nothing to do but chit-chatting away. Well, at least over there I was ‘socializing’. Here, I’m all alone with no one to talk to but my dutiful Torres and Bob who has since joined me here to keep me company as they did for the past 2 years.

Even then I don’t talk to Torres nor Bob, I mean, hello … we’re talking about a bunch of toys here.

Anyhow, I’ve been slowly adding knick-knacks to my new desk to fill up the emptiness and warmify the whole place. Not sure if it’s working because it still seems so cold and isolated. Maybe because it is isolated in a way. I mean, my surroundings … I have no neighbours dammit. It’s just me and empty cubicles surrounding me.

Things aren’t getting any better as I don’t even have much work to do as I don’t have the proper training to do much anyway. Plus the fact that I don’t have internet access is not making my life any better. So, most of my days is spent doodling, playing around, and only today have I started to do something productive … writing this blog post.

It’s been 4 months since I came back from Manila from a 10 week vacay sponsored by my former employers. I miss it there. I know going there was actually for work purposes … as a Process (and Product) Specialist. But it was a bit like a holiday for me, or for anyone else who went there, as we had some extra cash on top of our own salary, we stayed in a 4 star (I presume) service apartment and got 5 star treatment (the staff there was fabulous) and we got to go places and shop like crazy (for me anyway).

And it has been probably one of the best vacays I ever had due to the fact that I lost weight going there, and no it wasn’t because I went on a diet.

Manila was unable to provide me with the full set of food choices due to religious limitations – I can’t eat pork and I can’t eat meat/chicken as they’re not slaughtered as according to Islam. Due to the limitations, (I was only able to eat vegetables, fish and seafood) I lost some amount of weight to which I believe I may have re-gained now.

I’m not complaining much being back here because food here is thousand times awesome! I can’t live without my nasi lemak and biryani there sucks. Food in general isn’t satisfying. I’m too used to spiciness in my food that it just won’t taste as good if it ain’t spicy. But then again, I love seafood and it’s hard to find good seafood here in Malaysia, whereas in Manila, it was super easy. And cheaper.

*Sigh* I do really miss Manila.

I wish I could go back there .. sponsored by of course. I mean, if I’m gonna be going on a trip with my own pocket money, it’s gonna be somewhere exquisite? Hmm … the ‘cheapest’ place I can think of is Hong Kong. I want to go to Disneyland :D

Anywhere else is in Europe or Dubai. The US of A is kind of bottom of my list because … well, just because. Not really fond of the Yanks.

Australia? Probably. Never really crossed my mind before.

It’s just that I simply adore Europe. My dream vacay would be in Rome or Venice (used to be Paris but I went there already, but I’m not objecting to another trip there). I guess it’s the romantic in me. Just last night I was watching Letters to Juliet for the umpteenth time. It’s cliché in a way (the storyline), but beautiful nonetheless. Most importantly, it’s super romantic without being cheesy.

I just love the part where Charlie climbs up the vines to the balcony to reach Sophie, and uttered the words that melted my heart.

Charlie : I live in London, a gorgeous, vibrant, historic city that I happen to love living in. You live in New York, which is highly overrated.


Sophie : Pardon me?

Charlie : But since the Atlantic Ocean is a bit wide to cross everyday, swimming, boating, or flying, I suggest we flip for it.

Sophie: What are you saying?

Charlie: And if those terms are unacceptable, leaving London will be a pleasure, as long as you’re waiting for me on the other side. Cause the truth is, Sophie, I am madly, deeply, truly, passionately in love with you.

Which comes to another part of my life which is best told in another blog post – looking for my own Prince Charming. No Romeo, as what Charlie has enlightened me that he is no Romeo. Because if it were him, he wouldn't stand there like an idiot, whispering in the garden. He would climb the blasted balcony and be done with it.

Emptiness?