I've not been writing lately and I feel my mind has become numb in the
sense of not being able to think clearly for myself.
Work wil never end and the more I try to accomplish,the more I realise that there
is more to achieve.

I still remember my Amex experience at the credit department where we were given stringent
targets.A point came in my life that I no longer want to run the rat race.Its time for me to climb down
the corporate ladder.

And now am a married woman.I still feel like a single lady partly because my hubby is not with me here.

Life at Glaspak is getting busier with more work piling up and I am one person who really
want to stretch my capacities to the fullest.

I need to get back on track as far as my career is concerned.

Life will throw balls of challenges at every path.It depends on a person how he/she juggles the ball.

whirlwind

Life has crazily been a topsy turvy over the last few days engulf between
whirlwind of work and more work.

I decided to de-stress mself by visiting Kl often and engage in some
window-shopping spree.


Weekend's round the corner and am lovin' it.

Been a blessed week and I dont know where else will life take me.

I know there are many wall to climb and barriers to break in the times
to come.Times are tough but I am determind to go on with the strenght
from God.

I have the slightest where my life will end but this will not
deter me to stop.I love my God -given life and will not tarnish it
at any cost.

I have huge and lofty dreams ..dreams that I have never dared to
dream!!!


But on this lonely road,I am not going to lose my self-respect.

Cry my guts out..
If i remember correctly,I started school at age 5(which was rather late).I never liked to go toschool.Mom would drop me off to a neighbour baby-sitter on her way to work.
The old lady's daughter has big brown eyes--so scary as I recall them.I would literally cry my guts out.

Thru the good and thru bad times,I knew I had it all.."A new day has come.
Mom was always strong and steadfast in her faith towards God and there wasreally no differences in her life after dad left.Fact is she was more independentand stronger as a single mother.
I hope to emulate my mother when I have my own children.SHE WAS STRONG"Thats all I could say about ehr.'Strong at heart and her faith.She could overlook the mock and scorn of familyand friends.She knew who her God was.
Mushrooming in the piney wilds of Mawlai.
Mom's work @ NEHU started very early right after the sun rises.During our winterholiday,me and my siblings would go with her and after her job we all run wild deep into the forest to hunt for mushrooms.It was alwas a moment of 'EUREKA" when we found clusters of themhidden among thetall wild grasses.
Plucking wild flowers:
after the plucking spree,we would sun dry them and sell them to my mother's colleagues @ workor I would sell them in the neighbourhood door to door.I did not have any pride those days,I did not even know what an ego was.The need to survive totally engulfs all aspects of my lifeto even bother about what people might think of me.Ignorance is bliss...ummm...maybe its true:-).....

"There is only one success-to be able to spend your life in our own way"-Christopher Morley.Source:Unlimited power-Anthony Robin.Pg-197.

Wooed by writing...
Writing never charmed me.There are umpteenth number of prolific writers with unfettered(infinite,vast)experiences,knowledge and expertise.

..A little here,a little there...
My writings are few droplets of water among the plethora of writers.

Nightingale..a windfall.....
After lunch feeding the old folks,I usually have 2-3 hrs before tea time.Felt guilty and restless lazing around and watching TV.The only productive work to keep myself engaged is to start the solitary and pensive(meditative,reflective)task of writing.

.."I'd prefer to be a violet by a mossy stone"..

I search the nook and corner of my heart,mind and soul to scrape for some insights.At this point it matters little if anybody reads my writing .I'd prefer to be a violet by a mossy stone.....

.."Found a reasoning spot.."

My blog is my sagacious(sharp-witted,discerning,intelligent)chum(companion,pal)where I pour out my life;s experiences,learnings and obstacles and how I quelled(conquer,defeat them)..

Oh!Ancient Wisdom,where art thou?

I will not be able to obliterate(destroy/eradicate)the age old conventional mould of learning.All I can share is that people's lives,books,the street and the all inclusive world wide web is my school for life.

Convent educated for 12 toilsome and impoverished years...

Mom's sweat,tears and fasting prayers gave me the strength to sternly gaze poverty straight at the face and say"you can't stop dishearten me from stuying".

....Dungeon of adversity..

The dungeon of acute adversity hindered my creativity to express itself ,..

Ruminating on the "What ifs?"
Languid(dull,faint,weak)courtship with men left me stranded and shattered.After ruminating (chew,contemplate,reflect,muse)the various obscure what ifs,I apprehensively ducked(dive,immerse,plunge)again into the esoteric(hidden ,mysterious)sea of love after a sequestered(isolated,lonely)single life for good five years.

Looking forward to a new day...
I experienced another reason to look forward for a new day and with the new found affectionate soul mate,I forgo and cast aside my preferences in life and gave my unbroken thoughts to him and I said to myself"This is it"..

However,as the days past,family responsibility constrained me to go to Kuala Lumpur.I still extended and expressed my firm commitment and love to him through emails and occasional phone calls.Sigh,but one email from him thwarted the plans and dreams we both have for each other to a different course.He decided to part ways!!!

Tears Idle Tears...

Streams of doleful(painful,pitiful)tears extricated (freed,relaesed,relieved)from my grieved soul.

....Quiescent...
In the seasons to come,I will strive to remain quiescent(motionless,undisturbed)against opinionated (stubborn,self-assertive,dictatorial)men.

...Single again..

I began to divert my energy to my rewarding vocation at the Nightingales a sequestered(quiet,unfrequented)retirement home in the suburb of KL.

....The pain lingers...

I vehemently(fervent,strongly)admit I miss the frivolous(childish,silly) as well as sensible chats we use to have over the phone..