Side Effect

I feel nausea.
Throw up couple of times.
I guess that's one of the side effect of hydroxychloroquine.
Only 5mg a day. Not that much.
And I don't feel like this everyday.
Own up to it.
Just like the saying goes... "when the going gets tough, the tough gets going".
My situation isn't that bad.
Just photosensitive and a bit of rheumatism here and there.
Say Alhamdulillah and move on.

Sleep

I'm having trouble sleeping again.
It's like one minute I'll be yawning like a hippo but the next minute, my eyes are big as an owl.

Woke up with a headache.
Stay in bed couple more hours until it subsided.

Got up.
Fed the cat.
Change the litter sand.

Made breakfast.
Start my work.

Life is a cycle.

Learn to live with it.

Pause!

Wow...how long has it been since I last blogged?

Can't remember!.

I think my grammar has gone all rusty as well.
I didn't read as much as I like too.

You know how we go about our busy life. Day in day out. Doing things that we suppose to do.
Then, bam!. Something happen.

You pause....for awhile.

To be or not to be

Once I was given the opportunity to be part of the ASCM team. But I avoided it. Thought that my rusty brain could not function anymore. I mean how am I suppose be studying when I need to work and look after my family. And once in awhile I need my ME TIME. Or else, I will be under a lot of stress.
So I manage to duck and finally left that company.
Now.....the opportunity (or burden) came knocking on my door again. There was some announcement from the management about this. My boss talks about the knowledge that we could get from getting the certification and encourage us to get the certificate. We were told that we could choose to join if we were interested. I was thinking about it but it was soon forgotten when time passed by.
Suddenly one day we received the letter.
I thought we were given a choice whether to join or not. But I guess, it was never a choice after all.
Oh well, probably it could open more doors of opportunity for me once I've gotten my certification.

*Notes to myself : How can I think that my rusty brain could not function when all this while I have been solving issues for other people and cleaning up sh*t that has been left behind by other people.
Hmmm..... not bad at all eh!

Ranting

I was at my heaviest before Ramadhan. Every picture that I took,
I looks like an ageing humpty dumpty hahahahahah.
I've already accepted the way I look but I hate the way I feel.
I feel bloated and out of breath everytime I walk.
And to make things worst, every morning I woke up with a pain at my left heel.
And suddenly I'm starting to worry about my health.
When Ramadhan came, I stop my coffee intake and no sugary drinks.
It was ok for the first week. But then I started going to Ramadhan bazaar.
Oh my god, the dessert selections are killing me.
I'm ok with plain water. But I cannot resist the scrumptious selection
of local nyonya kuih, curry puff and other sugar laden local desserts.
I could go on not eating rice for a whole month but I can never ever not
eating desserts. It is my utmost weakness. So I reduced my rice intake so that I could enjoy my favorite desserts. I drank more water and the terawih prayers does help a lot.
Ramadhan is over and well I did manage to lose 4kg.
I 'm still heavy and fat but not as fat as before.

Vent Out.

Work life is a bit depressing for me now. I' not sure why. 
Should I do the 5W analysis?. Find the root cause and prepare the recovery plan for me to review and understand the whole situation.

OK, I could not stop laughing when re-read my writing.
What a joke! . How does ones work has become ones life ?

I am certainly not a workaholic. Or am I?. Maybe I should do a check list and see where I stand.

Do I stayback after office hour : No
Do I participate in the evening conference calls : Yes
Do I agree to have conference meeting on Friday night : Yes
Do I agree to have a one on one Skype meeting after a group Skype after a conference meeting : Yes

Well, let me see now. 4 Yes out of 5.

It is indeed taxing!.

Les Miserables... My Thoughts!

I could not recall whether I have read this book or not. I think I might have a copy of it somewhere in the book cabinet. But I certainly have watched the movies, two different versions.

The musical version (2012 film) played by Hugh Jackman as Jean Valjean, a bit too melodramatic for me.  No doubt he is a great actor and he plays the role really well. But I guess it is a bit too musically for me and I was not able to reach some of the characters in this 2012 version. I was not able to feel as much. Except for Anne Hathaway who plays Fantine, really imprinted my heart with the sadness she portrays throughout the movie. No doubt 2012 film has extended story compare to 1998 film.

The 1998 film on the other hand, is able to capture the essence of Les Miserables. French people revolution. The oppression of poor people and  Shallow minded community towards wrongdoers and how it impact people's life.

Jean Valjean's way in trying to amend the mistake that initially caused Fantine to lead  a suffering and miserable life that eventually brought  her death.  

Javert's obsession in trying to capture Jean Valjean irregardless of the situation. Just because he live by his belief.  But eventually he gives in when he face a self conflict between his belief and the unselfishness act that Jean Valjean has been showing. Geoffrey Rush really delivers Javert.

Now I need to find and read this book.

Books, Coffee and I

I love books.
I love to read.
I love the smell of books.
I even dream of owning a small bookstore with a mini cafe. Because I love books and coffee.
But I haven't been reading for quite sometime.

Comfort Food

Mac & Cheese

Beef Pepperoni Agli Olio

Comfort food on a Friday night.
Five packs of Mac and Cheese.
Five packs of Beef Pepperoni Olio
Made with love
Sold to food lovers

WHEN YOU ARE OLD by Yeats

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

 

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

 

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.




by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)