Dream about a Baby??

I had a very weird and yet, I would say, adorable dream!

I dreamt that I was holding a very tiny baby in my hands; and I think it was definitely a baby boy.
He was really cute; and was just so tiny in comparison to my arms.
He had such round and beautiful eyes and he was just pretty active when I was holding him.

One unique thing about this baby though; was that his head kept tilting backwards and I remembered feeling nervous and anxious the whole way as I struggled to keep his head intact.
I think I was taking care of him or something because he seemed to be with me the whole time.

Someone made a bottle of milk and passed it to me, and the minute I stuck it into the baby's mouth, he was drinking it so fast!
Poor baby, he must be starving.

Another cute thing is, I don't recall him crying at all.
He just smiled and only kept tilting his head back (it got annoying at a point though)
I was handling him with extra care and surprisingly, I didn't even ask for help!~

Hmmmm....somehow the baby does look familiar...

My grand white dream

A childhood dream this is; to someday have a grand white piano sitting on a white patio

I have always been awestruck by the magnificent view of this music instrument which always seem to make me feel calm and peaceful when I look at it.
I don't know, whenever I walk near a piano, somehow, I would often be overwhelmed by a strong sense of familiarity and nostalgia.

Something about past life, maybe, some would offer their explanation for this strong emotion felt.

Whether it is karma or not, I have always loved the sight of the grand white piano, and how I would love to place my fingers upon it and play a song.
Richard Clayderman I am definitely not; but I would still love to be able to relax and calm myself down with the soft serenade from this white instrument which is just alluring and calming.

Working Late..

Back to work after CNY and I've expected myself to get real busy; with all the projects and assignments coming in.

Little did I expect myself to fall sick and see all hell breaks loose.
I don't understand how sometimes being sick could disrupt all the work; it feels like it is a solo performance.

Tired, I know and yet, I have to go on.

Yesterday, I am back to work after 2 days of MC where I could barely get up from the bed and already, I am running all over the places (in and out of the office) to get things done.
I felt faint intermittently; furthermore with the hot and humid weather and I was rushing from meetings to meetings.

I was on the verge of collapsing when I got off work; which was pretty late last night and to top it all off, I was stuck in a bad traffic jam when I left the last meeting place.

Tired, exhausted when I reach my place...

Sometimes I wonder, why do I like being busy?
Today is bound to be another working-late-day....