Day 21

I am grateful for:

1. the shits in life i've been through
2. people that push me through my boundaries
3. people that stays :)

Day 20

I am grateful for:

1. nasi lemak
2. my funny friends
3. my dad

Day 19

I am grateful for:

1. SI
2. my new phone
3. nice and kind people at the phone store

Day 18

I am grateful for:

1. continuous rezeki
2. waze because it brings me to pretty neighbourhoods in Malaysia that I never know of
3. rendang :D

Day 17

I am grateful for:

1. my experience abroad
2. the traffic jam so i can read a few pages in the morning
3. food :)

Day 16

I am grateful for:

1. nice people that I have crossed paths with
2. coffee
3. Mike

Day 15

I am grateful for:

1. my regular period :D
2. the time off yesterday
3. my step mom

Day 14

I am grateful for:

1. friends to pour my heart to
2. a safe country
3. sleeping through the alarm and missing my sahur. :) CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

Day 13

I am grateful for:

1. being able to breathe on this Earth for another day
2. good books
3. positive thinking

Day 12

I am grateful for:

1. waze
2. sunrise from NPE
3. Malaysia

Day 11

I am grateful for:

1. Hot neslo with white/dark chocolate cheesecake
2. Youtube
3. Mineral water

Day 10

I am grateful for:

1. my savings
2. Y
3. cheesecakes :D

Day 9

I am grateful for:

1. Y
2. fresh perspectives - How evil step sister treated me really opened my eyes
3. season parking pass

Day 8

I am grateful for:

1. my laptop
2. my books
3. T

Day 7

I am grateful for:

1. traffic jam because I finished TFIOS while reading in stand-still traffic
2. the experiences in my life
3. knowing great, succesfull people

Day 6

I am grateful for:

1. my eyes
2. D
3. my laptop

Day 5

I am grateful for:
1. my job
2. my brain
3. my brother and dad

Day 4

I am grateful for:

1.       having time for myself

2.       good food on the table

3.       my reliable car

Day 3

I am grateful for:

a. supportive family and friends
b. having realised that I am blessed with the opportunity to travel a lot
c. being able to depend on and trust myself

Day 2

I am grateful for:

a. my healthy body
b. the food for iftar
c. the aircond :D

21 days of gratefulness: Day 1

The best article I've came across in weeks.

How to be happy and successful?

http://www.forbes.com/sites/kathycaprino/2013/06/06/how-happiness-directly-impacts-your-success/

So, I'm doing one of the suggested ways to shift our brains to become more positive and happier. :)

I am grateful for:

a. the rude awakening by the partner that I have a HUGE challenge in front of me

b. the tough love of S. He made me realise that I am in control of my own emotions and I can control it.

c. the great news -- IFH is coming back to the office and it'll be just like the good ol' pupillage days

d. the offer

Music

T introduced me to Earth Blues - Jimi Hendrix. I sent him You and Me - SOJA.

T: I wouldn't have pictured you being into stoner music. Haha. What else do you like?

Me: Wild Horses - The Rolling Stones. Gimme one song to listen to now.

T: A slow one?

Me: Upbeat. We work well that way. I'm the morbid one, you're the chirpy one.

T: How do you feel about songs with no words? 

Me: I heart classical. Never given much chance to contemporary. I should start today.

T: Soul Sacrifice - Santana.

I'm writing while the song is on. Santana can do no wrong. 

Quarter-life Crisis?

I have foreseen myself thinking hard on which topic to talk about on my blog. That is happening right now. So, might as well talk about it? (and cop out? ha)

My decision to blog is based on many things, inter alia, boredom, felt like writing down my day, share my insignificant thoughts with whomever stumbles across this blog, etc. There is no set of rules. That reminds me of the words of wisdom of the modern poet, Spice Girls - 

"Too much of something is bad enough ... Too much of nothing is just as tough"

I could write about literally EVERYTHING under the sun and that is just.. overwhelming, unstructured and just plain chaotic.

Which brings me to another train of thought - I am at this phase of my life where I can do whatever I want to do. Nobody and nothing is limiting my options to choose my career or simply means to live in this world. People say, do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life. That's just easier said than done.

I am 27 years old and I have no fucking clue on what I am passionate about. I do have tertiary education in law however, I wouldn't categorise law as something that I love. Coming to that conclusion is in itself very freeing. I stopped beating myself up for feeling miserable while being a practitioner. The profession holds its own grandeur and commands initial respect from people but that's about it. I shall ruminate on this quarter-life crisis on another post.

So much for having nothing to write about, huh?

Feminity

A good friend of mine, A, sent me a few articles on feminity and understanding the male species.

The things that crossed my mind while reading the article on feminity (in order):
1. How? what? no way...
2. But... how?!
3. This is crap
4. This is HARD

While reading the article on understanding men:
1. Pffttt! I knew this.
2. I'm guilty of doing that, that aaaand that
3. This is HARD

If you want to experience brutal, honest truth about women, I urge you to read the articles. The feels. *clutches heart*

Airport Drama

It happened in the Perth Airport at the wee hours of 2 January 2014. I remember the date as I got an unexpected text from a guy I was seeing back in London (more about that in another post).

Rookie travelling mistake cost me my original flight from Melbourne to Perth on 1 January 2014. I was supposed to catch a flight at 15:55 so I went to the airport 1 hour earlier just to read on the information board that my intended flight had just departed. I curse the Australian time change. I ended up paying extra AUD80 to get the next flight at 22:30. At that point in time, I just paid without much fuss. It was my own blunder.

I arrived at Perth Airport past midnight, hoping to catch the shuttle to the city. Unfortunately, the first shuttle will only be operating at 6am or so. That’s how I ended up spending the night at the airport.

I looked around the sparse arrival hall, scanning for power source, desperate to charge my electronics. It’s funny how my survival instinct focused on the effort to recharge my phone and ipad instead of finding a safe place to set camp. 

Target acquired. 

There were a set of power sockets near the exit of the arrival hall. I dragged a bench, ready to be transformed into my make-shift bed, placing it right underneath the sockets. I plugged in the charger and laid on the bench with my too-short pashmina across my chest. The flimsy blow-up pillow stacked onto my dirty rucksack filled with tshirts was perfect. I was so proud of my hobo self. 

As time passed by, I just accepted the fact that the airport lights were too harsh and I am just too self-conscious to sleep in public. I covered my face with my thin pashmina, earphones on and tried to sleep to the retro sound of We Can’t Stop cover by Postmodern Jukebox. I gave up eventually and decided reading would be a good idea. Whilst engrossed in my now beaten-down copy of The Tiger’s Wife, I noticed the crowd started to swell in front of the exit of the arrival hall. I guess, a flight had just landed.  I just laid there on the bench, watching one by one passenger go through the exit with trolleys laden with huge luggage. Maybe it was a long haul flight from somewhere far, far away. Some had their family and friends waiting, some left by themselves.

One man caught my eyes.

He was about 6’0 with full head of curly hair, mildly good-looking face, dressed in white tshirt and khakis, standing in the crowd with a bouquet of flowers. I remember the look on his face vividly because I thought to myself “I want someone to wait for my return that way”. His eyes were full of excitement and he had this boyish smile across his face. Looking back, I might have stared too hard at him and could pass off as a creepy hobo in the airport. I started the game “Who Is The Waiting Man Waiting For?”, trying to guess who would run into The Waiting Man’s arm.

More people walked through the exit and the crowd thinned by the minute. The Waiting Man kept extending his neck, trying to catch a glance into the arrival hall, wondering if his significant other was going to appear anytime soon. 1 hour later, I have stopped playing the guessing game and started to feel bad for The Waiting Man. Still, he had the same look plastered on his face. Still patient, still excited, still hoping.

1.5 hours later, he’s the only one standing in front of the exit. I could tell worry and anxiety took the place of excitement and hope. He was holding the bouquet in one hand, flopped towards the ground. His shoulders tense and his neck craned, desperate to peer into the arrival hall. The airline crews exited the arrival hall and I was crossing my fingers for The Walking Man harder than ever.

Just as I started to lose my faith to witness a sweet reunion, emerged an exhausted young mother with a sleeping baby strapped in a carrier across her chest, struggling to push a stroller in one hand and pulling a luggage with another. The Waiting Man walked towards her immediately, while holding the bouquet behind him. He looked like a deflated balloon 1 second ago and now someone had just pumped too much helium into it. 

For a split second when their eyes met across the room, I could see how much they have missed each other. The Waiting Man presented The Young Mom with the bouquet and swear I could hear “ta-da!”. She flashed the biggest smile, gave him a peck on the lips, a huge hug and The Sleeping Baby was crushed between them. Kidding. Maybe mildly suffocated. The Waiting Man finally let The Young Mom go (and saved The Sleeping Baby) after what seemed like forever. He gave The Sleeping Baby a kiss on his/her forehead and took over the baby from the exhausted mom. I heard The Young Mom uttered the words “pooped”, “long queue” and “security check”. The Waiting Man listened to her intently while they walked together towards the exit of the airport to ride their fabulous horse into the sunset. 

Here's To A New Beginning

Welcome to the revamped blog devoid of cringe-worthy 25-year-old me.

I was dabbling into re-designing this blog and hit a wall pretty quick in the artistic process. I just couldn’t think of what to call it. I guess, you already know what I name it by the time you read this post.

This post should be dedicated to a brief summary of what the blog is going to be about, moving forward. Set by the precedence above, I am proud to say that I have ZERO clue of its future content.

I aspire to blog everyday about my fabulously mundane, unemployed life. So, you can imagine what the posts are going to be about – what I cook/eat, my constant wish to travel to a place far, far away, what the SHAYTARDS did yesterday, how my work out sucks balls - you know, the FUN stuff.

 Enjoy.