success is just another day-to-day occurance

i went for the interview today. walking towards the venue under the scorching sun burning my shoulders and almost causing me a heat stroke (for that 10 mins i took to walk towards the place), literally left me unnerved.

i was greeted in a very surprising and awkward moment - with sabrina. very alike my econs lecturer: sandra, sabrina possessed the chix and (inevitably obvious) stylish characteristics of the lesbian persona. suave.

it did entertain me alot, amused at how girly she could be - with the plucked eyebrows, yet manly in her dress-sense and mannerism. she was kind and very courteous in her interview tone.

the best interview session i ever had so far.

the stage and office was set in an interior decor that was absolutely splendid. i knew in my heart, if i'm able to clinch this internship contract, i'd be over the moon - and it will be a purple moon.

there was the humanism in the setting - cosy, bright and cheerful, yet also work-a-ble. just the scope of environment i enjoy being in.

the schedule of the internship there fits my calendar and body-timing just right. with a flexible time-table, working hours and also the at-eased situation there, it strucked a large contrast by the looks and feel of it, comparable to the bureaucratic, aloof and stern environment that was at Citibank - millenia towers, which i had once worked at and hated myself for wasting my time on.

i love freedom and enjoy the creative forms of the mind, supporting my horoscope definition of my being wholly.

there is a warmth feeling in my tummy, which tickles me alot... knowing fully i'm going to enjoy the marketing vocation i'll be venturing into at the end of May.
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i wonder when the days where i now sit in the corner, allowing cob-webs to grow around me will end, waiting for the moment he will return - without his usual apprehension or the naggy resilient behaviour he possesses for me, due to the past history that have evolved our now dis-engaged lifestyles.

its funny how such hard impacts can hit u - a sharp arrow piercing straight and direct into your brain - entering from where your third eye is above the sockets of the pairs u are borned with. cold and eerie.

can he sense my needs and wants?

can he see the change i have undergone - for-going the past craves for attention, being mirred and blinded by fame and popularity, into a more solid and profound me?

can he chance upon the more responsible, patient and tolerant, and more rationally controlled character of missy me, that i did no longer attempted to create any causes of anger nor annoyance in him?

can he feel the set-backs and the disappointment in me, after his numerous rejections, but still the possess the patience and sincerity to wait for him?

can he understand the more grown-up me now, who sees career, real friends and all the goodness in life, because they are the ones that aid in the sweetness of the days gone by?

the One that i love - may not be, in reality, mine for keeps or to share a life and future with me...

but i can still have him selfishly - in my heart.