The one with the number 11

I can’t believe it… 11 more days until the bell rings? II more days to finish cleaning my house? 11 more days to prepare for O level Science Practical Assessment, 11 more days to  burn 5 copies of my masterpiece? 11 more days to finish part 1 of my humongous pet protein project ? 11 more days to buy new fishes for my aquarium? 11 more days to finish painting my focal wall and finish up the artwork… 11 more days to the end of a wonderful month i truly enjoyed with family and friends and especially to the inner peace and trainquilness of being in the mosque at odd hours of the day… Just 11?

I have to say when i looked ahead to the fasting month, i had hoped to achieve more than i ever could and i realised that i have achieved that and still more awaiting me… Therefore i am truly blessed to have lived through this month to not only enjoy also to reap all the benefits that come together with it…

Anywhoos, I went to jb yest and i truly truly think it was super awesome… i mean the bazaar was superfragelistic… It had everything you could eat in one setting.. Ayam percik, chicken rice, nasi lemak, nasi ambang, ikan pari sambal, squid in sambal, many and i mean many types of kuehs.. Not to mention the variety of drinks that i actually bought 5 types.. otak-otak, botok-botok, and so much more… Woe just super amazing man! i tell you u so have to go there man! Amazing like never seen before… and all so cheap and super tasty too! woooo.. Ok so next time i go i will bring you all ok! Super cool! ok now that im fasting i better erase all that from my memory so i can actually go back to do some work…..

Toodles….

The One with the Trophy

Its a monday again… Why does it feel like every monday is like going to war? A war you know you’ll never win, a war where you just have to fight your hardest and at the end all you get is pity recognition in the form of money when sometimes all you need is a plaque.

A plaque that is in recognition of the brave front you put in each crawling monday and exhaust you thru the gruelling fridays or for some even saturdays. A plaque where the gold statue of you is as shiny as the floors of marina square shopping centre. A plaque when received is ‘oooohed’ and ‘aaaaahhhhed’ by everyone else when presented to you.

A plaque that when you make a mistake you can take out and say ‘ hey i got a plaque ok, i dun see you with one?’. A plaque above all plaques that when you look back and say, ‘I’ve done my best and you should appreciate me damn it’.

And finally when you retire and clean out your desk, and there it is sitting proudly on your desk as shiny as the first day you put it there. And you think’  I’m just gonna leave it here cause ppl need to realise that i have been there and though it wasn’t easy i did it and so can you’.

When after all you go home and realise that you didn’t need any trophies to cluster up the beautiful home where you can finally after many years never have to drag yourself back to work on mondays and gruel thru the fridays and sometimes saturdays……

The One with the Hunger

Its Day 11 of the Ramadan fast and I’m already on the edge. Somewhere in the mid morning i begin to see silhouettesof honey roasted chicken joints appearing in the lab. It must be the hunger i tell myself but nonetheless the hunger is slowly gnawing away at my conscious mind. Its to painful to even begin to describe how i see my colleagues.

That aside, i realise that i still have lots to do in the 2 weeks to the big event, the big moolah if you may say so. Ah the atrocities of spring cleaning and house decor all coming to action in one swift month where days and nights are filled with prayers and more.

I must say it is an extremely trying week but as Bridget would say ‘ If you want it that bad, you gotta work for it’… which is so true considering I’m at wits end with my final year project and hopefully it turns out to be the most effort i have ever put into ever.

Well as much as i would love to stay and chat, i can smell food all the way into my room. so ciao bella!