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After a long day of Hari Raya, I had to go back to work; Alone. Sobs. Komala's Husband Sick + Felix Sick. I swear I feel so lucky that my boss has not much lessons today. He even helped to set up for conduct grade when I had to babysit some contractors for the new cupboard cum partition in our room. It was noisy + smelly + hectic. Imagine actually saying to some people: "I'm actually short of manpower & currently cannot leave the room". I feel so bad not being able to help people them. It felt as though I was help desk. Remotely over the phone trying to solve other's problems. I've finished re-cloning 2 notebooks. Tomorrow can be sent back to their owners. Yeay to me! It gives me a accomplishment when I can practise what I'm good at. I'm so thankful for my previous school TA + RE without whom, I'll know nuts. However, now, I have a dilemma. My VP's notebook hard disk might have just crashed on me. No trace of detection. Confirm 100% failure to boot. No hope. I need to explained the reason why. I still hope I can recover some items. If not, die... First day of Prac ; Scary SHIT! It's all like in comparison with you trying to stuff all the ingredients to make pasta for 12 in a 2 inch pot. Such contrasting examples. I could never get the moment out of my life forever. The first time I'm given control over something that I want. I think my instructor might be pissed off with my record breaking 20 engine stalls in a day. The horror! There were twice occurrences whereby he had to like pull my steering wheel for I suck at making left turns. But all in all, I am thankful that he word it in such a manner that I had come back for a second time. Everything is so surreal. Plus, I thought I saw Murni. Yes! Seri Murni. I think. She didn't say hi so I might have been mistaken. The talk with Irwan was short & sweet. Now I know what its like to be in Aishah, Fitri & Azizun shoes. Its very upsetting. Limited talk time on a free incoming call phone sucks as much. Counting down to the day he gets released from limited life : 720 days. Plus minus I think. Ok, I think I need to go and grab a bite. Till the next time I have something to write about. Lots of Lups....
Thursday, September 17, 2009
These few days have been torture. Ever since Irwan enlisted in the army, it has been a challenge. I find myself constantly sitting by my phone. Waiting and anticipating for his call. Its such a depressing wait but once I get to hear his voice. Its like a burst of emotion. But all is stopped short after roughly 15 minutes when he has to put down the phone. It has only been almost a week but such torture is barely handled. To think I'll have to go through 2 years....
Thursday, September 10, 2009
My phone is officially defective.
After upgrading the firmware. My phone turned laggy. Camera is not functioning. The only hooray I can say is the application that made my phone look like an i-phone. Should I change phone? Ponders.......
Apart from that, I have not many things to update except for my 'tak semangat' for this year raya. All haven't settle. No kuih. No Baju. No Kemas. *Depression mode*
Maybe it'll get there when I eventually complete my thirty day - a few days of puasa.
Friday, September 04, 2009
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Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Lately, I've been experiencing weird emotions. I feel detached from the current routine that I always practice every week. Its like my entire soul has been drained. The cause : UNEXPLAINABLE.
There were no emotional events that could have resulted to my current situation but I just feel life-less. I did notice a few differences in myself especially when comparing the past Ramadans I had. I was always so lively. Always thinking or anticipating mom's cooking when I get back from school or work. These days, things have been different. It seems as though my appetite is lost and I won't eat unless force upon. Is there something mentally wrong with me? Or I just feel so alone even though when I'm in a crowd.
I spent the last 2 weeks, on Saturday laying in bed the whole day and only to get up when mom asked for help to prepare for break fast. I was lazy to do my Sunday-ironing routine. It felt like torture. I spoke less words and drown myself in youtube WATCHING S01 & S02 OF GG. I wish to explain how I feel to you right now but I myself can't figure it out to describe to you. I apologize if I made you worry. I just feel down.
