Tired
Exhausted.
Mentally and physically.
I am mentally and physically wiped out.
I have been trying to post on this blog for several days but I was not able to manufacture the words. I also started to write on my reports but stopped on the first sentence. I had things to say but I couldn't find the words.
I cleaned my room but I couldn't find what I was looking for. Maybe I shouldn't have scrubbed the floor. I washed my car this week (My cousin from Kuching who stayed for three days helped). This is a record for this year. Gloating over a spotless unsoiled vehicle does not help either. No, polish. That will take an extra special effort from me. The rain came just a few minutes of wiping it dry (no kidding!).
A colleague bought me a brooch. A shiny letter of the alphabet. Less than a day of fixing it up my scarf, I discovered it missing. How sad is that? To add salt to the wound, my cell phone's (just bought last year) mic is not working. I could hear my caller at the other end, calling my name several times before giving up. After a Motorolla, two Sony Ericcsons, a Nokia, two LGs later, I ended up with a cheap china Ferrari phone. Not a brand name (I dont think this has any) but it really looked like a toy car (This is my favourite phone of all, not counting the iPhone that I admired but is hesitant to buy at moment). I thought, this will conclude my love affairs with phones. The rest either ended up stolen, bestowed to a cousin, lent to a nephew, given to a niece or missing in action. The SMS function is still in working condition. Maybe, this is all that I need. Maybe this is enough.
I missed chatting with our youngest sister. I concluded that she was busy preparing for her exams. One of my sister is still mad at me, I think. I was trying to give advices. If you have younger sisters or brothers, you know how it is. If you kept quiet, you lead them to think that they are doing everything right but if you offered your mind, you became the bad guy. I am bone-tired of being the big sister that always get the cold shoulder. It is sometimes frustrating.
On a brighter note, Alhamdulilah, I am still alive, well and able to sample the World's wealth and happiness, for now.
Mentally and physically.
I am mentally and physically wiped out.
I have been trying to post on this blog for several days but I was not able to manufacture the words. I also started to write on my reports but stopped on the first sentence. I had things to say but I couldn't find the words.
I cleaned my room but I couldn't find what I was looking for. Maybe I shouldn't have scrubbed the floor. I washed my car this week (My cousin from Kuching who stayed for three days helped). This is a record for this year. Gloating over a spotless unsoiled vehicle does not help either. No, polish. That will take an extra special effort from me. The rain came just a few minutes of wiping it dry (no kidding!).
A colleague bought me a brooch. A shiny letter of the alphabet. Less than a day of fixing it up my scarf, I discovered it missing. How sad is that? To add salt to the wound, my cell phone's (just bought last year) mic is not working. I could hear my caller at the other end, calling my name several times before giving up. After a Motorolla, two Sony Ericcsons, a Nokia, two LGs later, I ended up with a cheap china Ferrari phone. Not a brand name (I dont think this has any) but it really looked like a toy car (This is my favourite phone of all, not counting the iPhone that I admired but is hesitant to buy at moment). I thought, this will conclude my love affairs with phones. The rest either ended up stolen, bestowed to a cousin, lent to a nephew, given to a niece or missing in action. The SMS function is still in working condition. Maybe, this is all that I need. Maybe this is enough.
I missed chatting with our youngest sister. I concluded that she was busy preparing for her exams. One of my sister is still mad at me, I think. I was trying to give advices. If you have younger sisters or brothers, you know how it is. If you kept quiet, you lead them to think that they are doing everything right but if you offered your mind, you became the bad guy. I am bone-tired of being the big sister that always get the cold shoulder. It is sometimes frustrating.
On a brighter note, Alhamdulilah, I am still alive, well and able to sample the World's wealth and happiness, for now.
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