I always see the numbers “444” around me.

Whether it’s in the time shown in various places,
or on a magazine page,
or number of whatsapp messages that have accumulated in a group chat,
or number of unread emails…

The Chinese in me used to go “die die die! Noooo” (cos “4” means “say” = die = unlucky la, don’t put those numbers on your car) but i recently got more relaxed about it. Even more so after Dhanya told me that it’s the number of the angels. And it’s so weird that now i know it stands for the angels watching over me, i see it even more often now, sometimes even twice a day.

I totally believe in angels. I feel like there are so many instances i should have died cos i’m admittedly a bit reckless with my life at times. You think cats have 9 lives? I believe i’ve got 109.

After touching down from Phuket yesterday evening, i got settled in and had a big catch up with Aps and Clem cos there was so much BURSTING outta me. I was painfully exhausted. I know it’s due to the emotional + spiritual transformation i’ve gone thru in the past month, and all the traveling thrown in. My friends from Italy (Beatrice and Mario) are in town for this week only, and after the amazing time they had shown me in Bologna, i really WANTED to show them a good time in KL. We went to Malay restaurant Tupai-Tupai, then KLCC, Little India, for some tapas in Telawi, then a much-needed massage in Sifu.

I was painfully aware of all my aches on my body. I’ve NEVER had aches like these before… they were spread all across my sides and back, and even on the front of my neck. I did something so insane (like, i would never think i’d do this, but hey, never say never)… i actually started meditating in KLCC while walking from the bathroom cos i felt like i was going to collapse some time around 4pm.

Now, i’m not very good at meditation or anything, it’s just something i’ve started trying out since early this month. I feel like it actually WORKS in an inexplainable but take-it-or-leave-it way. So i closed my eyes and IMAGINED energy flowing into me. Right there. Somewhere on the 3rd floor in KLCC. And believe or not… i feel like i summoned up a bit more energy in me to continue till the night.

We all decided to have a massage in Bangsar cos every one was hungover or exhausted. The 3 of them were hungover cos i got Sweet Ee to take them out for drinks since i wasn’t around yesterday.

SweetEe: “Can i come in a bit later for work the next day if we drink till late?”
Me: “OF COURSE. In fact, take them out as long as you want. Maybe they’ll be so hungover i get a bit more time to do work in the morning.”

(JAHAT. Ok, but it worked.)

So since  Beatrice + Mario + Dav were hungover and i was hurting, we all went for a massage, and the masseuse who treated me was an ANGEL. I swear he was an angel. In fact, i’m just gonna say now that all masseuses are angels! Who else has the job of touching people and ridding them of negative energies and pains?

I tried to meditate as he started kneading my shoulders – thanking him in my head, and imagining the negative energy flowing out from my body into the ground. I think i managed to do that for about 3 quarters of the massage (after that i couldn’t help my thoughts swaying).

And you know what? My body feels like brand new… my slight fever dissipated, tho i still have a slight sore throat and cough (as with half of the people who went to Afest cos we TALKED so much). And i swear i could just FEEL him making so much effort to right my bodily wrongs.

Ok that’s all i wanted to say. I NEED TO SLEEP NOW cos tomorrow is another crazy hectic day… meetings, fashion week, taking friends out, and… i still haven’t got to the HUNDREDS of unread emails in my inbox.

It’s ok. Tomorrow is a brand new day.

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