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Thursday, 26 May 2011
A landslide brought me down
Recent tribulation may bring a major life alteration for us.
Yes, I'd be lying if I say I am not afraid of the change.
"I've been afraid of changing because I've built my life around you"
But hey, who knows. Time may make us bolder.
Whirlwind
Written on 24th May 2011
updated 2 days later.
Have a crick in my neck again. This time is the worse whiplash I've ever suffered from a rough weekend.
...No wait, I've had worse. Yeah. This makes a second one.
This time around I wake up with the runny nose+headache package. Lethargy brings dull thuds into my steps.
I have just spent the weekend zooming across several states, namely Johor, N9 and KL. I had to juggle between Batu Pahat, JB, KL and PD for work, family and friends.
Keeping a rocky marriage afloat and juggling work, family and personal life is a real toughie.
I guess you can say I am whining but have a look at my driving schedule last week. Might be lightweight to many of you but hey, IAB stands for ME:
Friday: BP - JB for a meeting at JPN late after school.
Saturday: JB - KL to catch up with some friends. Managed to hang at Daphne's hens nite. Ahh..the excitement of getting married eh?
Sunday: KL - PD to finally finally! spend some time with the family. I miss the kids and of course, the food!
Plus I am known among my closest friends to have the tightest knit of kin everr. As Mieza said she has never seen an entire family (relatives) coming together like mine, running the show 'turun padang' to make a wedding successful, from the youngest member to the oldest.
So, naturally, to separate me from them would be killing my lifeline.
Monday: BP - JB to go to JPN yet again but this time to ask for a transfer. Yes, I have finally kowtowed to circumstances. I have to transfer to JB in order to eliminate the pains of travelling.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE travelling....IF i get to enjoy the scenes, people, food and culture.
But the kind of travelling I have been doing is one that involves nothing but driving at high speed with nothing to ponder upon other than the thought of the people waiting at the end of the journey. Only that keeps me going.
Unfortunately, not all travels go as planned...obviously. Sometimes I get to the destination to a less than lukewarm welcome.
Can't blame them. Shit happens. I'm not entirely a fluffy cotton candy after a long drive post workday either.
Wednesday: BP - Yong Peng - BP. A late night driving in pitch darkness, squinting every time a car passes by (curse my astigmatism!). The Yong Peng road is not a road you want to travel on at 11pm coming back from collecting your District Level Celebration for Hari Guru award.
So anyway, now I am just nursing my tired body and soul until I have to reactivate my driving superwoman mode yet again come holidays. Bring it on.
updated 2 days later.
Have a crick in my neck again. This time is the worse whiplash I've ever suffered from a rough weekend.
...No wait, I've had worse. Yeah. This makes a second one.
This time around I wake up with the runny nose+headache package. Lethargy brings dull thuds into my steps.
I have just spent the weekend zooming across several states, namely Johor, N9 and KL. I had to juggle between Batu Pahat, JB, KL and PD for work, family and friends.
Keeping a rocky marriage afloat and juggling work, family and personal life is a real toughie.
I guess you can say I am whining but have a look at my driving schedule last week. Might be lightweight to many of you but hey, IAB stands for ME:
Friday: BP - JB for a meeting at JPN late after school.
Saturday: JB - KL to catch up with some friends. Managed to hang at Daphne's hens nite. Ahh..the excitement of getting married eh?
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Plus I am known among my closest friends to have the tightest knit of kin everr. As Mieza said she has never seen an entire family (relatives) coming together like mine, running the show 'turun padang' to make a wedding successful, from the youngest member to the oldest.
So, naturally, to separate me from them would be killing my lifeline.
Monday: BP - JB to go to JPN yet again but this time to ask for a transfer. Yes, I have finally kowtowed to circumstances. I have to transfer to JB in order to eliminate the pains of travelling.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE travelling....IF i get to enjoy the scenes, people, food and culture.
But the kind of travelling I have been doing is one that involves nothing but driving at high speed with nothing to ponder upon other than the thought of the people waiting at the end of the journey. Only that keeps me going.
Unfortunately, not all travels go as planned...obviously. Sometimes I get to the destination to a less than lukewarm welcome.
Can't blame them. Shit happens. I'm not entirely a fluffy cotton candy after a long drive post workday either.
Wednesday: BP - Yong Peng - BP. A late night driving in pitch darkness, squinting every time a car passes by (curse my astigmatism!). The Yong Peng road is not a road you want to travel on at 11pm coming back from collecting your District Level Celebration for Hari Guru award.
So anyway, now I am just nursing my tired body and soul until I have to reactivate my driving superwoman mode yet again come holidays. Bring it on.
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Please. Make it stop.
Drafted on 20 April 2011
It hurts right here
Smack in the middle of my chest.
Like being punched only once or twice,
so there is no certain wound.
I feel it from time to time.
Like when I stopped driving but I cannot get out.
Or when I curled up on a bed screaming into the sheets.
Once I dropped down to the floor in the showers.
And once I stood crying against a railing,
in an empty hallway,
at 5am awoken from a dream.
But other times my chest is just a void,
my mind blank.
I stare into space sometimes hoping against hope,
I would be relieved of this pain.
It hurts right here
Smack in the middle of my chest.
Like being punched only once or twice,
so there is no certain wound.
I feel it from time to time.
Like when I stopped driving but I cannot get out.
Or when I curled up on a bed screaming into the sheets.
Once I dropped down to the floor in the showers.
And once I stood crying against a railing,
in an empty hallway,
at 5am awoken from a dream.
But other times my chest is just a void,
my mind blank.
I stare into space sometimes hoping against hope,
I would be relieved of this pain.
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
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