One Hundred Eighteen

I normally plan my work days (or weeks, depends) ahead. I would still make time to comply with invitations until they no longer feel like breaks for me, rather social obligations.

I basically work 7 days a week, almost 12 hours a day. Although most times people think I am just playing around with fondant, or concentrating on social media (updating posts or doing marketing), or sitting around doing nothing. Well, I may be literally sitting around but you don't want to see what's lingering in my head.

I even (starting to) have trouble sleeping for overthinking. Sometimes ideas come even during sleep. I'm amazed!

Taking a 5 minute meal break feels like a crime to my work.

And I envy my friends who have time going for Zumba. Not that I fancy zumba (or piloxing - a combination of pilates, boxing and dancing... yeah, wow!) so much, I just need to do justice to my ever expanding body. I think according to my BMI, I am now categorised as overweight. I think.

I gained around 7 - 10 kgs from the day I got married. I can no longer fit in my wedding kurung! It was not even that fit! Urgh. And now I'm having a self-esteem issue.

The lakeside I normally jog in the morning is now closed for construction.

And it's almost 1.30 a.m. yet I am still ranting though knowing I need to go to work at 8.30 a.m.

Eleh macamlah awal sangat bertolak 8.30 pagi but hey I still need to lipat baju before going.

I am not complaining (though I actually, really really really sounded like I am). I'm just sharing (LOL).

Oh oh I need to edit cake photos now. Till then.

One Hundred Seventeen

I was in the car alone with Hayl and he was at the back seat.

"Who's going to sit next to you on the front seat?"

"No one. Come and sit beside me."

He jumped off to the front and sat on the co-driver seat.

Then he looked at the back, puzzled.

"Who's going to sit at the back?"

-,-"

One Hundred Sixteen

The surrounding gives a calming effect.

Everything is just perfect.

Except for the smell, which can be quite a turn off.

One Hundred Fifteen

These past two weeks have been chaotic and since I previously thought I never had to work a day in my life anymore, I get to experience it this couple of weeks.

Waking up early to reach the workplace and facing the congestion on our way back home,

Good experience. But if I were given the chance to repeat... not again.

One Hundred Fourteen

Most writings are based on personal encounters. That's how the word 'point of view' comes into picture.

Some people don't get it. They condemn because they have a different perspective. And that's how people become judgmental.

I am trying my hardest to be open to criticisms and accept them positively. Trying to tell myself they interpret the message differently hence the comments.

Well these days every one wants to say something on everything. Everyone wants to be famous. Wants to be the first to relay an information.

I just want to be happy.

Because today marks the second year I married the man of my dreams.

Even though he's out playing futsal. On our anniversary. Yeah.

One Hundred Thirteen

I personally think what predominantly dictates someone's behaviour is the culture he is brought up with. I couldn't find any other accurate term besides 'culture'.

So I was taught not to answer 'Aaa' when my name is being called, instead, respond 'Yes'.

I was taught to invite others to join me eat at the dining table if he or she happens to pass by the dining room.

I was taught to bend when passing through someone who is more elderly (and I believe many parents inculcate the same culture).

I was taught to give salam to the teachers I bump into.

I was brought up in a school culture where I had to call every female senior 'kak' even she is, for a fact, 3 months older than me (if I was born in February 2000 and Kak 'X' was born in December 1999 I am still obliged to call her 'kak')

I was taught to send my guests off to the gate and only get inside the house when they leave.

I still until the moment I write this, practise whatever culture I have listed above. These are some obvious ones. There are many I couldn't think of but somehow give impact to our grown up lives.

p/s: I'm used to serve my guests with a tray even if it's just a glass of plain water. Thanks mommy for all this.

One Hundred Twelve

One of his expensive pens broke. It's not like he couldn't write with it at all - the clip was detached from the cap.

"I don't want this pen anymore. I need to buy a new one."

"But you can still use it."

"But I don't like my things imperfect."

I kept myself silent.

"That's why I like you. You're so perfect to me."

K.