Saturday, September 26, 2009

Holding back

As I sat there in the dark, I was holding back. I have been holding back the sorrowness that's been lingering all throughout the day. I have been holding back the anger that was laid upon. I have been holding back the desire to apologise so deeply. I have been holding back the urge to say "thank you" a million times. I have been holding back the words that I've been so longing to utter. I have been...
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Monday, September 21, 2009

An early morning "dim sum"

It's been quite some time since I did something crazy. This person didn't fail to remind me that I am the entire time throughout it. It was not really that crazy all right? It was fun.After a whole night out, I slept for 2 hours before waking someone else up at 6 am to have "dim sum" with me. I was hungry okay? And I know you're the one person who would agree to go with me. And you did. Even when...
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I got thinner...yet again

I think it's no longer the dress. Or the blouse. Or the pants. Cause that statement came from quite a number of people who bumped into me lately. "Oh my! You looked thinner." "I did?" And no. I was not flattered. Cause if this continues, I'm going to look like a bamboo. Or maybe a lidi. Why does everyone keep saying that I'm thinner? Did I really lost so much weight? Did I? Did I?All right. Time to...
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Saturday, September 12, 2009

"Sir, you gostan first"

Apa benda itu gostan? It's not Malay. It's not Tamil. And it's definitely not English.But we did fully understood the fella. We reversed our vehicle to allow the on coming one to move into the parking space. And then only we frowned and asked ourselves, "Gostan? Why not reverse? Or undur? Or simply pergi belakang?"That's being Malaysian. We come out with weird languages and we still get what the other...
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Friday, September 11, 2009

Starbucks delivery...just for me!

The other night, I was mad. Certain deliverables could not be submitted on time. I picked up the phone and spoke in kind of a harsh tone to the person on the other end, demanding an explaination. The other person was in a shock. Stressed up SIC unleashing it all out on me. I was not really at fault. There was nothing I could do to help it. I already did my part. I already did my very best to complete...
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Thursday, September 10, 2009

No good. No good.

Tired over work. Not been hanging out. Missing a few certain people. Going to lose a few certain people. No chats. Nobody to sayang. No time for my own. Crap. This is so not good....
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

"Back" to school

Wide projected screens. Wooden tables. Microphones. Loose hand-outs. Coloured pens. Doodles. Dozing offs. Whispers. Text-ings. Taking down notes. Passing around attendance lists. Q&A sessions. Sneaking out to the washroom. Empty corridors. A 2-day training made me felt like I was back in the lecture hall. In the last row, head resting on one hand. The other hand twisting the pen. Looking out the...
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Sunday, September 6, 2009

Farewell Big D...

Hmmm, I think Big D would no longer be in KL at this hour. And one week later, he would no longer be in Malaysia. Yet another departure. To a land with more opportunities. Well, I do hope you find your opportunities there. Make sure you do.So, sad to say, I will be missing Big D. I will miss all the free rides and the free Starbucks. Yes, of course the company as well. You have been great. Whenever...
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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Sun set

I had the most remarkable view of the sun setting yesterday evening. No. I don't have to hike up hill. Neither do I have to be at some beach to wait for it. All I need to do is stand by the window, and there, at eye level, I get to see the bright, round, orange sun disappeared slowly amongst the mountains. And the sky. The sky was a perfect blend of pink, orange and yellow colours. Surrounded by dark...
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