Too Small of a Plate

I believe that we all have those moments when we feel that life is pulling us in different directions at one time. Those time when you feel like your head is about to explode and you wish that there are more hours in a day.

It is one of those moments for me.

The next few months will certainly be a challenging uphill battle. The office is moving to Putrajaya in a few weeks and we’re in the midst of packing. Apart from that, I’m to start attending my postgraduate class in UM tomorrow. A.full.day.of.class. The last time I sat in a class the whole day was 11 years ago. That long. I doubt my bottom is up for that nowadays. It’s the age thing.

It doesn’t stop there. I took up a Diploma Course in Translation with the Malaysia Translation Association and Dewan Bahasa Pustaka early in the year which was scheduled to end early this month. Was being the operative here. Was supposed to and currently, not happening as planned. Pushing a few classes back because of a few holidays, I am due to attend three more classes every Saturday and exam for this particular course will be somewhere in December.

Two different courses, work and life.

i.can’t.breathe.

Too much on this little plate of mine.

Wish me luck!

p/s: maybe I’ll meet The One on campus? ;-) A girl can dream.

#2 Wordless Wednesday

Current Thoughts

1.  When will I ever be able to finish the stack of books that I keep on buying but never have the time to read?

2. I need to go to Tesco and buy a paper shredder.

3. When will he reply his email.

4. Why don't I like Pavillion and keep going to KLCC although the former offers better choices.

5. I don't want to get my colleague's flu.

6. Can I finish the assignment for my translation class on time? Still in post-raya mode.

7. Should I try out that online dating website which Shanty (a colleague) has been pressing me to do?

#1 Wordless Wednesday

I Sat There Listening

Sometimes I just sit and wonder what they say about me. I just wonder. I wondered as I sat listening to them judge others.

My FairyGodmother always reminds me not to care what others think. That I should do what I want to do, regardless. But being the Capricorn that I am, I tend to over analyse situations and read too much in between those lines.

Do they see me as a hopeless romantic? That I see the world all roses and cream when they say that it is a scary place where the big bad wolves prey for its victims.

I just sit there, and I listened to them say how  we shouldn't do this and we shouldn't do that . Or maybe we  should not do anything at all?

Don't take risks in life, become social recluse and let life go by as we sit by the window and watch.

I wanted to scream. Wanted to scream from the top of my lungs and tell the two to just let others lead their life they way they want to. To let them write their life history, and their life story; every sadness, every laughter and every tears and make it public should they decide to.

But I didn't. I just sat there instead, quietly seething and wishing that I could have said what I wanted to say.

And the day went on as usual and at the end of it, I am still a hopeless romantic; I choose to see the world and the people in a multitude of happy colours.

That's not so bad now is it?

Mencari Cinta

 

"All our young lives we search for someone to love, someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope, all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow there is someone searching for us."

The Wonder Years

The Notebook #1

 

I laughed till it hurt, and months ago I thought I’d never laugh again. 

 

If you don't look like an Abercrombie model, then don't expect me to look like a Barbie. – The Notebook

But I don’t expect much, a Craig David lookalike will do.

Food for Thought

I hope its not too late to say Ramadan Al Mubarak and may the blessings of Ramadan be with you.

I have yet to bump into the girl with the strawberries sewn onto her telekung this year. I wonder how she is.

Ramadan has always been a special month for me. There is something in the atmosphere that makes you want to slow down the hectic pace of life and be with family and the people that matter most. More importantly, it is a month of reflection and of religious observance, a month of serenity and a chance to show gratitude for all the blessings in life.

Which is why, I was taken aback quite recently by an icy cold rebuff from a lady in pink during a corporate iftar event a few nights ago.

I’ve never been a fan of any ‘majlis berbuka puasa’. It’s quite a hassle, queuing for food, jostling for space in a crowded restaurant and rushing to the surau located miles away, but work is work and organise one I did last Thursday.

Due to the unexpected overwhelming response, and which I am very much quite embarrassed to admit, we ran out of food by 8pm. Be rest assured that no one starved but we just did not have enough for any 3rd servings.

Upon deciding that we had better personally apologise to everyone at the table, and explaining that more food was coming, my colleague and I made our way to each and every table, smiling and apologising profusely. Everyone took it quite well actually, for which I will forever be thankful to them for understanding but a certain lady in pink, who works for a certain private TV station, with her arms crossed, sat back and slowly but enough for everyone at her table to hear her say, “in my whole life, I have never been to an event this bad, never. This is the worst, the worst”. And that came from a person who visited the buffet table three times for the past half hour.

I guess that she had every right to say what she said. At the end of a day of fasting, who wouldn’t be angry when there isn’t enough food? Right?

But I guess I was just surprised at her remark because, I thought that in this blessed month of Ramadan, we would be a little more tolerant of any shortcomings, and a little more forgiving.

Whatever it is Kakak in Pink. I humbly apologise…but if you look at it on the bright side. No food was wasted right? :)

Ramadan Al Mubarak to you kakak in pink. Hope to see you again next Ramadan…

I am SpongeBob

 



I’m taking baby steps. One foot in front of the other.

“I’ll have you know I stubbed my toe last week when watering my spice garden, and I only cried for 20 minutes.” – SpongeBob

 

One of Bob’s many life lessons…

I'll see you tomorrow.

Cerita Cinta #1

There are others; and then there is Kelantan Boy who is currently ignoring my friend request on Facebook, but makes my heart skip a beat nonetheless.

Hmmm...