One Hundred Eighty Four

So I am contesting for a poem recital competition this weekend. Hahahaha recalling my good ol' days in high school.

So I went looking for ayah's poem compilation, which was supposed to be in this one box upstairs. But I didn't manage to find it. I, however, discovered mom and dad's old birthday cards, years before I was born. Most cards were sent by mom to dad, since their engagement days to the days when she had to left dad and abanglong for London.

As compared to dad, mom doesn't really show her affection to us (dad and us). Sometimes I wonder if she loved us (of course she does, look at all the comfort the provided us with). Hence I was so surprised looking at the giant cards she used to send to ayah. I almost shed a tear reading every love message sent, but then Cik Nah came to me to help find the poem compilation.

I am still deeply affected by my discovery just now. It is really heart breaking imagining mom packing the cards, and putting them at one place. Her memories with ayah must've hurt her so much. Now I can't imagine a life without my husband. How am I going to live a minute without him by my side. Having said this, I now honestly understood how strong mama is maneuvering her present days without her lover.

We miss you, ayah. But we never miss praying for you. Al-fatihah.

p/s: I still haven't found the poem to contest. Huwaaa.

One Hundred Eighty Three

I am supposed to be finishing my book writing today. But oh well, I got distracted (as usual).

At the moment, I am still contemplating on whether or not I should blog as my professional persona so it can benefit my followers and fans (HAHAHAHA I know right). But then it is really hard to hold yourself and hide the nasty part of you when writing. I mean, I am so comfortably being myself as I write because this is how I express myself the best.

Anyhow I still, should proceed, IMO. It's a sensible option for self branding purposes. Let's just figure that out later.

Oh have I also mentioned I would've blogged more frequently if I can do it via phone? Or if my laptop doesn't require to be plugged on to use? I mean, I think a lot and would love having my thoughts transferred into writing but unfortunately I do not have the means to. And when I am available to write, I don't have the mood anymore.

My goodness I am being so complicated about writing alone.

One Hundred Eighty Two

It was an accidental meeting. Thank god for the mishap that took place the day before.

Sometimes you need a slap on your face to see the world from a different angle. You know the way out but you wished you had known the right channel. Now that you do it's time for you to set the deadline and act upon it.

It's now or never.

One Hundred Eighty One

I really don't like it when my credibility is being questioned. Just because you don't see with your bare eyes what I do doesn't mean I don't do things. In fact, I might accomplish more than half you could even achieve.

Some people's mind can't stop working. And that some people is me.

You might as well look after yourself, because you seem to be pretty unoccupied I see.

One Hundred Eighty

Mempertahankan sesuatu yang menyakitkan. Tujuannya apa? Meletak harapan? Masihkah ada?

One Hundred Seventy Nine

Leadership and entrepreneurship co-exist together. You can't be a great entrepreneur without being a good leader first and foremost.

How does a leader lead?

You inspire. How? You set an example, or a template. You work ethics will become a benchmark to your followers.

You set the pace. You navigate. You follow up every instruction. You care for those working with you. You get involved. You take charge. You listen.

You set the course. You become the captain, not the life boat.

One Hundred Seventy Eight

My bestfriend and I were deciding on a pengapit for her wedding which is around the corner.

Moi: Hmm, kenapa tak pilih kita jadi pengapit je?

Her: Tak boleh, nanti awak outshine kita.

Moi: 🙄

Moi: Okay what about An?

Her: Too small.

Moi: Syah?

Her: Too young.

Moi: Mims?

Her: Yes! Her!

Moi: Tapi, nak ke dia?

One Hundred Seventy Seven

Writing is best when emotional.

Especially in rage or in sadness.

Probably it's just me, and how I channel such feelings.

Probably sharing isn't as exciting now. The tendency to keeping things to oneself is high now.