My weekend… What can I say about my weekend? I guess it’s safe to say I practically knocked down the own walls which I’ve painstakingly built over the past year. It’s so confusing, I’m getting delirious. Even feel a raging fever coming up pretty soon, no thanks to all the action going on. Sigh. Am not in the best of emotions and feelings whatsoever :(

Thanks for all your comments and encouragements, kids. I really appreciate them. Although I have to admit I am a tad bit amused that a half-arsed entry like that got 21 comments and entries which I pour my whole heart and soul in photoshoping and vocab editing only got around 10 comments. HAHA! Now I know you guys don’t want to see photos.

Ok enough already. I guess I must just pick up the pieces as I’ve always been doing and start moving along again. Life’s just too short to ponder and drone about one miserable event. Bluek. And no, I’m not depressed just because of work. A couple of important things have been happening and I’m afraid I won’t be able to share it publicly (”Hello aunties and cousins reading this!”).

Now let’s put a smile on our face everyone and recall all happy moments and try to forget that Saturday and Sunday had ever happened!

Monday night was rushed through with Peah as we hurriedly met up after my work so that we could shop for her boyfriend’s Valentine’s day gift. She did make me pissed off as she turned up 30 minutes late after she specifically told ME not to be late and I even had to break my fast in the train so that I could arrive on time.

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As extracted, untouched, from Idza’s blog:

Relearning the Mad Business
by Brennan Quah

Maybe when I hate the colour blue
then I’ll stop missing you

Maybe when I forget the smell of sin
then I’ll stop breathing you in

Maybe when I have the stars in my hand
then I’ll stop my quest for Never Never Land

Maybe when I learn not to cry or blink
then I’ll stop bleeding bluish black ink

Maybe when I’m out of eardrums, retinas and lungs
and the rest of the senses in between
then I’ll rub out the scars
and remake my heart out of bronze and tin

then I’ll batter.

then I’ll wear.

and it will hurt.

just a bit.
a tiny bit.

but I won’t care.

Because my head
will message my heart
and never forget to give me
a warning or
a cue

Maybe then I can start
relearning this mad mad business
of
life
before

you
.

Ohhh damnit. After yesterday’s outing with Peah and splurging on the beautiful pair of jeans above, I’m broke again. haha! I was damn well on my way saving most of my income when all of a sudden, this huge neon pink 70% OFF sign attracted me like a bee getting attracted to honey.

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Missing in action again. Kwang kwang kwang. I just can’t be bothered to sit in front of the computer for long during weekdays, I tell you. I know it’s so annoying when I rant about work so let’s move on with life shall we?

On Tuesday night, after escaping from hell for the umpteenth time, I finally managed to hook up again with the two buggers, Ashrithaa and Claire. As usual, Vivo was the designated location and dinner was the agenda.

Initially they wanted to eat at Thai Express but after my endless smsing of saying “Please make sure it’s halal ohkayyy”, they hopped to an Indonesian restaurant two doors away. Bad choice. Bad, bad choice.

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A happy new year to all Muslims.

I’m just sore that on the day which I planned to do much prayers at night as a thanksgiving for the smooth past year and for better hopes for the future, my women’s thang started. Urgh. Talk about bad timing.

I used to be sceptic about whether God answers our prayers. But over the past few months, I’ve increasing come to realize that He does, in a way. It may seem like the wait is endless, but just pause and rethink, and you’d realise He does answer them.

Like today’s example. For the past few weeks I have been giving a prayer that I won’t screw up that day during work. My exact words would be,

“Ya Allah, please don’t let me screw up in big major cases.”

And Alhamdulillah, so far I haven’t been getting complaints which would result in me getting sued. But today, I decided to try and rephrase my prayers and with all my heart and soul, I held my hands to the heavens and said,

“Ya Allah, please let me face nice customers all day. I know it’s a tough call, but please, for today let there be only nice customers. Let me have a great happy day today, ya Allah.”

AND OMG today’s like one of the best days ever. I woke up refreshed, I strolled into the warm sunlight and NOT ONE CUSTOMER RAISED THEIR VOICEEEEEE! Everyone greeted me and laughed with me and was damn patient! Hahahahhahaa.

Alhamdulillah. K bye thats all, I’m in a rather good mood and thus feel like watching TV :D

Ps. Will do a proper entry on Saturday night with replies!

I haven’t been blogging much “real” blog entries haven’t I? Well, at least not as much as I used to. What can I say? On weekdays, I’m either too busy at work or sleeping due to exhaustion (or worrying that some motherf* is going to complain about me) and on weekends most likely I’m too busy trying to live the life I lost out on on weekdays. Kekeke…

I have this new “time policy” that I’m testing out on, where, in an effort to make sure every one gets enough Faddy-ism, I alternate the time spent with the people I hold close to heart. I’ll usually allocate 1 weekday night and 1 weekend day for friends and 1 weekend day specially for my family.

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Death has always been a distant topic to me. I’ve never really thought of it much as I didn’t think it would affect my friends and I anytime soon. To me, it was a just a piece from the biological puzzle - we breathe, we live, we age and we die.

Up till today, I’ve only experienced two deaths of a close one, which was the passing of my maternal grandmother as well as my elder brother. My grandma lived up till a ripe old age and when she finally crossed over, it was not a surprise to any of us. The only tears shed was when I watched her struggle to breathe her last. It was so excruciating, a process so painful and tiring, I broke down and just prayed it would all be over pretty soon.

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