First Project Meeting

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Ramadhan is here again. The first sahur this year consisted only of a cup of hot tea. That is appropriate, as I huddled under the blanket, shivering in the aircond.

Two evenings ago, as I was talking agitatedly to someone from the procurement, my boss called me.

'Make arrangements to be in KL office tomorrow morning. Be prepared to stay there until Sunday. Datuk requested for your attendance.'

I immediately frowned in worry. It could meant either: A. I've done something wrong again. B. I will have more work to do. Nevertheless, this is an order. I finished my conversation with the person, told the secretary to book flight to KL early the next day's morning, and accommodation until Sunday. When I checked my arrangement, I almost doubled back - I get to stay in a 4-star hotel. Cool! :)

B proved to be the answer. I happened to walk straight into a meeting which was discussing a project I knew not of until I arrived at the KL office.

But hey, this is nice. I am given a laptop to do my work throughout my stay here, and my hotel room is superb. For the first time in many, many months, I had the opportunity to soak up in hot water - relaxing my tense muscles. Talk about luxury. If only the spa is free...

However, the most delightful things of all, is the opportunity to meet my beloved. For the first time in my whole life, I am going to break my fasting with him. Looking forward to that =)

Disoriented.

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After meeting. Tired. Been reprimanded a few more times. Boss not pleased. I sat in the meeting wondering why do my performance has gone down drastically. Am not in the mood for anything.

I set out of the house with the courage to kill off dragons that are pestering my life. At the end of the day, I'm reduced to only a small, tired figure, 22 years of age, but feeling more like 72.

Mak, boleh sik kamek gurin kat riba mak barang sesaat, kamek dah lelah. Dah abis semangat...

I miss my mom.

Emotions & Emoticons

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Feeling sad. Feeling awfully, awfully sad.

One dragon still on the loose, one dragon obstinately held on, one dragon's down, and I'm exhausted.

Am terribly mad with the finance department because they didn't explain properly in the first place regarding purchasing procedure. Halfway through with doing it, and here I am, mistakes staring at me in the eyes.

In times like this, I always crave for a vision of myself falling freely backwards - eyes closed, arms spread apart, letting go...

... Into waiting arms. Catch me from the fall, someone.

My Job is Slaying Dragons. Any Problem With That?

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I woke up. I took my bath. I put on my work dress (purple-maroon blouse, striped greyish pants), boiled some sausages and put on my head scarf. Stepped out of the house into the elevator, walked to the bus stop and hopped on the bus.

The psycho old man was there this morning. An old, old worm. I ignored the worm, waited for the connecting bus to my workplace. Old worm still wriggling for my attention and I continued to ignore it. Stupid worm. Like I'm going to be intimidated by his psycho-stalker mode anymore. Bus came. Off to dragon's lair.

Six dragons to slay today. Four roaring ones in the morning. I'd better put on fire-protective armor to shield me from being burned to charcoal.

No, I'm not losing my mind. I just simply view my job as that - dragon-slaying. All those tasks to battle with. Right. 9.00 a.m. Off to fight another dragon!

P/S: Left Nemo at home. Anne is going to breathe fire down my neck :p