Days Off June 08

Am now finally in the mood to blog about my days off with my lovely family. It was only a few days that we were present as party of 5. That is good enough, I could not ask for more, syukur Alhamdulillah..

So for the first few days with me, my family came by to Kemaman and picked me up. I had made reservations at Awana Kijal for a night's stay there. We got a deluxe suite and it was fun to stay cramped in a small space and bump into one another. That evening we had a grandalicious dinner at Seri Kalong, a spot that is nearby the warehouse.

The next morning my dad and Ashrul had a game of golf, and that left the rest of us to go swim in the open sea. Superb!! Walaupun aku da lame dok Kemaman, tp this would be the first time I step foot in the ocean. Darn.

Later that day we headed out to do some serious batik shopping, ok la.. kaler pon menarik2, aku je la sengal tak bwk cash. Hapekah. Alasan btol? Last2 ayah yang kne baya kan utk aku. And at the airport dad said that the batik was a hadiah for me. Wahh. Da besa2 da pon dapat gak hadiah kan. Syok woo.

Petang itu adalah tidur di rumah staff house sy. It was fun, only I woke up in the morning to find that ayah, mama and wan all slept in the same small room, and I slept alone in my big fat room.

At 730 I dragged the boys out to accompany me to drive to Hai Peng, to share the all famous kopitiam cuisine. Tengahari itu kami pulang ke KL. Aku separa jalan da tdo dah.

Bright Lights for Those Who Wait

Bab-Ul Yaman, by night.

I've been getting a few comments from anxious readers. I know who its from and apparently I don't really know how I am supposed to feel (flattered? psyched? paranoid?) about having such people read my blog. Many thanks to those who rooted for me, I am most blessed by such friends =) This week has been better so far. I got a few projects on my hand at the moment, and most of my bosses are out for some courses/work/rig visit stuff.

The good news is that Mama will come by to Kemaman on Tuesday evening, along with my cousing Along. Its so nice!!! I won't feel as homesick as before. On the 30th of June we are having an exhibition booth probably in PCSB office in Kertih, so I have a feeling I will bump into many familiar faces there. Super!

Anddddd.. if things go realllyyy well this week, I plan to head back to KL on Friday midday. Eventhough its a short and tired stint, but I believe its bloody worth it.

Have a great week ahead!!

Depressed

Can't really make up my mind on how to spell the damned word depressed. Double pp, double dd, double ss. Whatever.

I just got back from 1 week off with my family. I really miss my mama. I have been crying a lot lately. I can't seem to find my rhythm. The one I had not becaused I enjoyed what I was doing, but because it was the only way I could face another day.

I am seriously losing it.

Oh tolong la bg aku keje lain.

Chart Yourself

I had an interesting question shot straight at me. “If you were to chart your life, how would you do it?”

Would it be on the countries you’ve traveled? Or the new friends you make? I gave it a thought. I haven’t felt very much at place here in my job. At times I hate the mere existence of it. Why why why??!!!

I always seem to take things very seriously. One of my friend even joked at me saying that I am no longer the cheerful person I used to be. Yeah, so they say loathing about yourself really does you no good. But it was getting to a point that was worrying me. My buddy posted a composition on how life was meant to be lived full of joy and love, not breaking our minds and bodies trying to make a penny more than Jack from next door. And in the process of doing that, we eventually lose all the time that God has granted to us to make good use of to be with our families and loved ones.

Oh lemme say it here. This is all happening to me. FUCK!!

Yeah, so back to the purpose of this post. I thought that the best way to chart my life would be making the axis based on my personal achievements. It’s the only way I know how to keep feeling good about myself out here in the open. I am so vulnerable to people’s (men’s, if you please) teasing, mental abusing, harsh talking, in your face bullshitting, that I don’t know if I can make it out alive.

Please God, Please, Please. Just this once, give me the strength to face tomorrow.

It’s hard to explain these things to the third person, especially my parents because they live so far. Am I giving too many excuses? I wish they could see/hear/know the things I go through and still relate to why it is I keep going back to this job. I wish they knew.

On a lighter note, my chopper is confirmed for the 2nd of June. Yeay! Balik ke darat. Mase untuk menyembah boss. Wakaka!!

One sweet day, I will look back at this post and smile to myself. InsyaAllah.