On and On

Salam.

Last week I was planning to write on behalf of my hormone. It was pure lucky that I don't have spare time to do that or else I would be nagging non stop. But one can't be so sure I am afraid the further content would be toppled, who knows.

Oftentimes, it was hard to believe that everything happened for good reason, really. (We see now that it is back to speaking on behalf of hormone). Work has been too much in time consumption but too little in progress and of recent, all so sudden the mid year performance review email came and made my life a bit shattered. Soothing myself by chanting I can do this of course and what to sell is to be figured out.

I watch a few second long video of a baby that missed her mother too much and she kissed the Ipad with her mother's picture on it a few times. To be saddened by the missing feeling shown or to be touched by even a baby knows how to express her love to the mother, I think it was the mixture of both. The baby is not yet in talking term.

I heard that most of people prefer images-laden post compared to words, but I am on the other side of plank that prefer words compared to images. I know images are fancier, but words had that unique attraction that works for me.

I am observant, it is creepy to close friends that know how much I could divulge the 'biodata' of someone random that slip somewhere in our conversation. I am gifted some way in remembering names and of course God is fair, I had so little space in my memory to store on the mapping department and not knowing the whereabouts is too often happened to me.

I heard as well that writing with too many 'I' as the subject is not implying a good writer. But I am not here to let people put whether I am a good or bad writer, so it is okay for me. I read somewhere in Under the Duvet that it is a big no-no to write about her friends so perhaps I could make use of that advice. This may lead to disastrous cat fight. Unless if I am certain I only write of only good things.

I hope I can be a good traveling partner. Still working on this but already people reached the peak of the mountain. But it is okay, learning is progressing.

Tomorrow I will be driving home. I remember I was less homesick during school and uni days. How come at this age the homesick would be worse? It was best to conclude this is the quarter-life crisis, in which many are aware it was either lean/thick, wealth/zuhud, single/married or die/live.

Have a good day.