The internet is my playground, the streets are my turf, fashion is my aphrodisiac.
Shit happens but life goes on. And life is exactly what you make out of it.
I’m happy. Yes, I can be happier but I’m happy. I’m grateful for the richness of the world that I have. The beautiful family, the unique friendships, a business I call my own, quirky clients, my old trusty car and everything in between is it good or bad.
It will end with truth. The truth will lurk out God willingly. Whether we are all strong enough or not to accept it or deny it once again or sweep it under the carpet as per norm. The debate, the charades, the confusion, the misery will end. Amin YRA.
I know I am nowhere near perfection and I’m ok with it. I am aware of my shortcomings, habits, quirks, strength, weaknesses and more but I have always been someone who is willing to learn, improve and open to listen to criticism. Well, if someone who is truly important to me criticizes me or makes a comment on me, I’d go quiet for a bit. Then I’d start thinking and reflecting on it.
A lot has happened to me within the past few months that made me think. More like overthinking that has brought so much unwanted truth, clarity and sadness. But one thing for sure is I will not change the goodness of me. I am a good and nice person, so I will continue to be that person but with more cautious and draw better boundaries.
In life, career, friendship, relationship, family and basically everything that is worth your time investment, do better. How you approach things before, if it was good keep it up. If it wasn’t improve but never discount it.
It has been six weeks since the Malaysian government declared the Restriction of Movement. It started on 18 March 2020 and has been extended till 12 May 2020.
I didn’t think much about it as I have always been working from home. Occasionally I would go out for meetings, work from cafes with a good cup of coffee and you know just out with family and friends for meals or random shopping needs. So I thought, hey this is just my normal routine. But boy was I so wrong.
Raya is near approaching which means, Ramadhan is ending.
Raya does not feel the same after the passing of my Tok. She passed away during Ramadhan and it truly left an impact on me.
I normally run her Raya errands such as withdrawing money from her bank for her grandchildren’s “duit raya”, putting money into the angpau packets, prepare her handbag, do light makeup for her during Raya morning and this one I truly love. Every Raya, she has no butang baju. I’d always give her mine so she’d look proper.
As Raya approaches, I too have some errands to run.
What are your Raya prep? Do tell, would love to know!