hump day

My positivity lasted until this morning because some douchebag gave me the middle finger on the road. I was at the traffic light but the dude behind me kept honking me, pestering me to inch ahead further so that he can exit left. dude, first of all, if i ke depan any further i would be kissing the car ahead of me. second, the traffic light won't take that long. third, no need to marah2 please, we are all heading somewhere, and your 15 second wait behind  me won't make your life any better. 

but thanks for the middle finger anyways, because road rage is everywhere and from my observation, melayu has the shortest temper when it comes to driving. nasib la bro, your middle finger means nothing to me. i pray for your good health, because i'm sure your blood pressure went up a few notches today. 

masuk office, greeted by so many emails and one of them is an email questioning the credibility of my new staff. kasi chance lah please, she's only been here less than 2 months. It took me close to a year to master whatever shit dumped on my plate now. as her boss i feel rather shitty about this but i just tell her: you got to live and learn (a mantra for myself too).

i'm home with the screaming boys now and made myself a big bowl of maggi. the giant maggi ayam is tasteless but at least i am home. i wish life would allow me to deal with one shit at a time. but today was definitely a good test for me. 

good night.

Monday

I guess positivity does go a long way. Started my day with positive thoughts albeit the usual sharp pain in my right foot because over the weekend my director rejected my ad copy, compliance was breathing down my neck, my CEO getting agitated over her conference next month, another CEO hated his caricature in a Dubai publication, 8 years worth of junk needed sorting before the big move, god the list seems to grow longer everytime I check my emails. 

But I'm a firm advocate of one day at a time mantra and thankfully enough I didn't have a panic attack throughout the day. Sure, I didn't get to finish all my tasks but what's needed to be done was done. Wait why do I sound like writing my kpi?

So more positive thoughts ahead yuk!

Pic: That was my Friday lunch from Aunty Nat's. 

32/52

 "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."

Rumi: He said he is cool with having another sibling. What if it's another boy, I asked him. "Takpelah Ibu", he said.

Emre: He burps so much! How old is he again? ;p

Leaving

Goodbye PBD

Starting work in a new building in September. Despite having a building to ourselves, staffs are agitated over the smaller workspace (oh the irony of it all) and safety of our parking lots. My only pet gripe is that the lack of places to eat! Actually there's nothing to eat at all at the new building so I guess I either have to pack my lunch, eat out or diet. Haaaaaaa.

Foot trouble is still a hindrance to everything. There's like a tag team of its own in my right foot - today, the heel will hurt, the next 2 days my calf will ache and so forth. I just don't know what to do anymore. :(

31/52

 "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."

Rumi: This is how I picture him in years to come, as an artist (not a starving one I hope). But I'm secretly glad when chose the picture of him in a pilot suit. 

Emre: I can't imagine him in school next year. Always the life of the party.