Come join us in our nesting place.

As I was leaving the house, a van drove its way inside the gate and the driver said something I didn’t quite hear. Scaredy cat that I am, I  was about to make a mad dash to the nearby gas station where there are surely other people. But the guy quickly asked if I live in the house to which I nodded. He’s delivering  a package, he said.

And so he is a postman. With my scared countenance, I must have looked funny to him. But so what. I am new to this place and getting scared to strangers must be natural.

And yes, here I am in the land down under. Finally. It feels good to be here in this wonderful place but it’s also scary, simply because I have yet to familiarize  myself with everything (though it’s not my first time here). And I am starting a new life here, practically from scratch. Scary. Really, this is not my comfort zone.

I am currently living with a couple,  who are so nice to let me in their home while I’m still looking for employment. The wife is a former officemate of mine. Their friendship as well as their home is a source of comfort for now. But soon, I know I will have to carve my path and face my fears and challenges of being in this new place on my own. Scared, yes but I know I will get over it in time.

And that postman scare this morning will just be a dry leaf to be blown by the wind, and will be replaced of numerous  new leaves of memories here in Oz, I’m sure. 

ACCESS DENIED.

This was the prompt I got when I tried to access the network elements early this morning. For a split second I was bewildered. And then it dawned on me that they must have cut my rights to view the network. It was somehow a reminder that I made a choice and that I already handed my resignation.That’s final.

I tried to shake it but sadness enveloped me, and even as I drove home. Couldn’t really help feeling emo. After all, I had almost-maximum network access for 10 years. Yeah, ten long years. You bet finding out that I no longer have access is heavy in my heart. There goes my ten years and I believe I made most of the ten years I spent in the company. But life goes on. I made a choice and I’ll do my best to be happy with what I have now and what the future will offer.

I handed my resignation letter today. Finally.

I have mixed emotions but right now, I don’t want to dwell on them. :-)

Instead, I’ll move forward one step at a time, to reach my goal. Our goal.

… completed some assignments already.

I should have processed some photos.

I should have posted more on my blog. Or bloghopped regularly to some of my friends’ blogs.

I should have done this or that. But I did not. I was not able to.

Because.

I am distracted.

Facebook is my sweet sweet distraction. And it has now claimed the first rank on the list of accounts I logged on whenever I get the chance to be online.

I was in the mall the other day, intending to pick up some supplies but was momentarily sidetracked when  I unexpectedly saw some of my former boss’ photos displayed on the second floor lobby.

Asian News in Pictures! BTW,these photos were taken using my camphone lang.

From engineer to freelance photojournalist, my former boss has somehow made a name in his new field.

And as I’ve mentioned on my FB wall, seeing his work made me feel proud to have known him at one point in my life.

When I woke up this evening (I’m off to work in an hour), my parents greeted me with the news of Honda cars recall. They said it was on TV, saying that 2009/2010 Honda City cars will be recalled. Ours being in this bracket, I panicked. Okay after few minutes, I went like “Oh good. So we’ll have a new replacement then.” Then when I realized I still have to get some docs which may be relevant to the recall, I panicked once again.

Hah, only to find out few minutes later that it is the 1.5models that are for recall (ours is 1.3). I’m sweating for nothing.

6-something AM. In the office.

God, I’m still sleepy. The sofas on the receiving area of our building look tempting. I believe they are beckoning for me to catch a few minutes of early morning winks.  But I know when succumb with the temptation, I’d be dead asleep for hours! And I don’t want to be caught doing that this Wednesday morning when I need to finish some work from yesterday. Besides, I won’t be a good sight to see, all sprawled in the lobby sofa. I’m sure the guards won’t be amused (nor the boss). But I’m saying, I wanted to sleep (and reading about  the comfortable memory foam mattress is not helping one bit). *sigh*sigh* Unfortunately, I just can’t do that now. Maybe later, when I get home from work (but isn’t that wishful thinking?).

For now, let me just cross my fingers that I get some work done and that I won’t doze off in a middle of the telephone calls. Good morning world.