The question is....

.... to leave or take a break.

I've been contemplating this for a while. Following recent events and how they seem to affect me, in ways I didn't imagine, I've actually been thinking of taking a break first to see if I can do something to help myself out and to clear it up. Matters of the heart and mind that is...

I've come to realise some things... and though some things are a pain, I try to see the goodness involved in them and yet, somehow the goodness or good intentions behind them seem to get drowned for some reason(s). Yes, I know you won't understand this without being savvy to the context in which I write and I'm sorry, I'm not going to mention it.

I'll be around though, reading most of the blogs I usually read. I just won't be writing any posts for a while, till I figure out whether to stop this or keep going. I'm also afraid of attracting or being attracted to things later on that could end up in a negative line again.

It's rather pathetic really, when I see the amount of unpublished sad posts that have been lingering in my posts section which I finally managed to delete. I don't want to write them, yet they're what freely flow these days.

So, until I figure things out or till time makes things easier, I'm going to move away for a while....

I'll dearly miss all of you... really...

Maybe I'll be back, sooner. Who knows...

Just be good, be happy and take care. :)

Luv,
LD.

Random Memories 8

- There was a time where under my father's orders, I had to make tea for everyone in the evening, every single day. At about the age of 9 or so, when we came to SL, I once made tea for everyone. There were some people from my dad's hometown as well. For some reason, the tea didn't turn out great and everyone complained and broke my heart saying it was bad... except my dad, who loved a good cup of plain tea and somehow managed to gulp the entire cup I gave him and never said anything. He's the only one who managed to finish it though it tasted really really bad.

- The first time I tried to make coconut sambol, I wasn't sure of what spices to use. My brother and I got innovative (since mum wasn't at home either) and used just about all the spices we could find. We were pretty young at that time.... and it came out nice I must say. When my mum tried it, she said it was ok... and when she heard about all the spices that went it, she nearly choked laughing.

- When I was young, I was supposed to have been one helluva chatterbox and had a thing for white men & air hosts. My mum used to say that it was a nightmare when we use to fly down to SL for holidays coz from the age of 2 or 3 onwards, I apparently had a way of wondering around in the plane and finding my way to strange white men and start jabbering in English. Whatever English I knew that is. One guy had been so impressed and had liked me so much that he had taken photos of me with air hosts and all and had taken our postal address and actually sent them!

- Somewhere around the age of 7ish maybe, I had been in the car with my family and a few family friends when I read the sign "To let" with a number and this was hanging from a building balcony. I had loudly asked my mum why people put up phone numbers of toilets like that. Everyone laughed so much and later my mum explained that it was 'to let' and also explained what it meant. I wanted to die at that moment for not reading it properly.

- At one point, I made a huge protest at home and cried coz I didn't like my name and wanted to change it to an English name. My parents laughed and asked me what my pick was and that I would have to wait till I'm 18 to do that. I can't remember what I picked and I would've been about 8 yrs old at that time.

- The first time I obtained sil was with my grandmother and brother. It was a nice experience. I was schooling at that time and I still remember my brother kept having trouble with his sweet white sarong that I had to fix it for him on countless occassions. I've only obtained sil about 3 or 4 times in my life, which is kinda sad... but atleast there's a start. Now it's a matter of continuing it somehow.

- When my brother was about 2-3 yrs in age, he always wanted what I had. So whenever I had pigtails or a funny looking fountain tail on top, he wanted one too. So my mum would somehow manage to tie a bit of his hair and there are a few photographs where the two of us are with fountain looking hair tied on our heads.

A touching song.....

Just came across this..... and couldn't stop tearing when I heard it...

I really really really miss him.... it just gets harder at times...

Sweet Surprise

I’ve mentioned that I got a tough client who’s had a not so great relationship with the agency and I along with DQ were asked to change that. That was our challenge. I've mentioned it here.

We worked on a big campaign for them, for which I voiced the radio commercial, and for this I’m being bugged big time…. And they loved it, the client that is.

While being lost in a busy day of work, when I felt like I was falling into a shitty mood, it suddenly brightened.

For the first time ever, the client sent a cake from Hilton addressing it to me and my team.

I couldn’t believe it at first, so was seated trying to figure it out… and then went out to meet the client who physically made an effort to come and deliver the cake to me with a lovely note.

I can’t believe it. I didn’t think I made such a difference along with my team ofcourse. It just felt awesome…. I never thought things would turn around so soon either…

Bosses are pleased and impressed and are congratulating me… the team ensured that the cake was finished within a time span on 3 mins of having cut it into pieces…

I’m told one boss is highly jealous coz it was addressed to me….. :-)

I’m reminded that good things happen…. And hard work pays off….

I’m happy for the moment…. And feeling appreciated.

Oh what a feeling! 

I’ve received cake before, but facing a challenge like this one and getting one so fast, is a first.

Seen and heard!

A few years ago, while studying for my degree, I was interning at a multinational company.

We had a huge promotion which included TV airing of same. It was a half an hour programme which ran once a week for a few weeks. My boss was undergoing surgery at that time and tied with other work so I had to be the face from Marketing! :-)  It was exciting and that was when I was on TV.

Then today, I had to voice a radio commercial for a client, simply coz the client wanted me to. So a colleague and I voiced it where I did the beginning bit and he did the announcer part of it. Twas fun and the commercial starts airing tomorrow on 2 stations. Don’t ask me what!! My part was kinda funny…

The client kept saying my voice was nice and that mine was the best part of the commercial. I felt weird listening to it and he kept grinning the whole time….

Oh well, I’ve been seen.. and now will be heard…. :-)

Tittle tattle

I've mentioned somewhere that a cousin of mine's getting married next month. My mum is super excited coz she's the one who proposed my cousin to one of her friend's daughter and now it's going through. :)

So we went saree shopping and the objective of the spree was for me to get a saree as I'm the one tight for time. So after painful hours of shopping I finally found 'the one'. It was gorgeous! Came with a heavy work and that's also the day that I realised that sarees have taken a turn in the fashion world too. You now get pleated sarees, also known as skirt sarees where the pleats in front are already stiched to a flairy skirt thing and there's no hassle of setting pleats anymore!!! oh joy!!

After buying it I realised that the price tag was extremely heavy too and I could've bought more than one saree. But then again, it was 'the one' remember? So I'm trying not to think too much about it.

Another thing that I can't quite get outta my mind is one saree shop that was called 'Saree Museum'. I laughed and my mum was wondering if I was alright.

Then, a few days later, my mum had gone saree shopping for herself and bought a similar colour to mine!! we're both in love with purple and her's is about a shade darker than mine. When I pointed this out, she kept saying that hers was much more darker than mine, which is untrue.

I've already made a mental note to stay as far away from her as possible at the wedding coz otherwise it's going to look really funny when we're both in similar colours! Man, the things that happen to me.


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I got the roots of my hair rebonded for like the millionth time y-day. So I've successfully managed to get my brother to wash the car as I blog coz I cannot take a chance of wetting my hair for the next 2 days. It's a painful drill but the outcome is so sexy... later on...:)

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Last night, while I was watching The Vampire Diaries, my mum suddenly screamed my name from downstairs... I panicked and ran down only to find that she was watching Derana little star and was trying to vote via text and realised that she didn't know how to key in numbers to text messages.

I wasn't sure whether to be furious or laugh. I taught her and went back to my vampire world drooling over Damon....

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I had the pleasure of talking to RD for a few minutes last night. He has been down for a week and was leaving today. I must say that he sounds a lot younger that I expected him to sound and he has a nice British accent. :). At one point we told eachother that it felt weird to be talking to eachother, especially after having known eachother through our blogs for a long time. :)

RD, it was absolutely lovely to have gotten the chance to speak to you, atleast for a few mins. :)

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My mum has rescued a tiny kitten from the road. The kitten is now near our front door being fed and looked after by my mother. I don't understand the world sometimes. My mum used to hate cats and now, she's actually caring for one. But I need to find her a home as my mum isn't too keen on keeping her.

Kitty loves to hide under Mandy (car) which is really dangerous. So mum usually keeps an eye out especially when I take the car out and in. She is being well fed and looked at every few minutes by my mother and I'm really happy about it. Perhaps, it's coz she's seen me do it and feels compassion for animals now.

Tough Lives

I went for a radio ad production today. While waiting for the voicing artist to come, I was just sitting in the reception area with my creative guy lazily sipping a yummy cup of tea while being engaged in conversation with him.

An old guy came, about 65 or so years in age and sat next to me. When he met whoever he came to meet, I heard the conversation they had. Old uncle was a broker of sorts. He had come with a deal and was discussing it.

He was drenched in sweat, very polite and spoke well. He didn’t seem to be the greedy terrible type of broker that you generally tend to come across. Then again, we can never judge a book by its cover so I’m just saying what I feel.

Somehow something about him just broke whatever was left of my heart. I mean, at his age he still has to work so hard to earn a living. He’s the sort where when you look at him, you can say he’s genuine and has it tough.

I just wish the world was different.

I also hate being so soft and so emotional. I hate this… It brings my world down when I see things like this and makes me feel jaded and helpless.

Then it made me remember stories that my parents used to tell me about their childhood and growing years. How tough it was for them. I know my dad had it really tough coz he came from a family of 5 kids and his dad died when he was schooling if I’m not mistaken. He was the 3^rd child of the family and his mother had to support 6 people including herself with her salary.

But out of 5 kids, only 2 are well educated. The eldest and my dad. It was 4 boys and 1 girl. Listening to what they had to go through to get to where they are/were now is an amazing story. Makes us realize how lucky we’re and how thankful we really need to be. My dad did have a way of teaching my bro and me about valuing things in life. The fact that nothing comes easy and we didn’t have it that easy either coz we were taught that way. We always had to work hard to get what we want and my dad had a way of teaching and getting us used to it from our younger days, which I hated at that time and now am thankful for the lessons learnt.

My dad's dad was a school principal and his kids were monsters when they were young. Just listening to the punishments they got as kids are so frightening that one can get goosebumps and have traumatizing thoughts running in the head.

My mum didn’t really have it that easy either. But when comparing the two, my dad’s life has been the more difficult one.

So yes, we all have a story to tell. Some nice, some not so. Many lessons are learnt and life goes on.

I need to get out of this mood!   

Dudette, what’s wrong with you? (2)

Little things tend to upset me. Yes, sadly I’m the sensitive sort, though I really wish I wasn’t. Little nice things make me happy beyond words too, which is pretty cool. :)

I don’t like it when someone arranges my room, workstation etc.. I want things to be kept the way I leave them coz then I know where exactly to find things that I need. If my mess is cleared, I get unbelievably annoyed. It doesn’t go away until I see that everything is there and I re-arrange things the way I want them to be.

Sad movies and books do knock me out of my mood for a while and make me teary eyed.

I talk to myself. A lot. Everytime I go to pee I end up talking to myself, either in my head or in soft whispers. I sometimes wonder whether I’ll end up with split personalities at a later age. Then I realized I got this from my mum coz she does it too, the talking to self thing.Weird.

I appreciate a good sense of humour in people. Laughter makes life good and makes one feel happy.

I always wonder why I only see good people suffering so much on this earth. Not fair, so why? Ofcourse, there is always the ‘unknown’ in a person’s life too I suppose.

Underneath the character that likes to have fun, is also a somewhat religious person. I’m sad I never got the chance to go to Sunday school and learn religion like most others did. But reading and gaining knowledge and practicing religion in whatever ways I can is always a good feeling. Gives me peace of mind and teachings that I read do help sometimes with life. Correction, it’s not a religion but a philosophy. :)

I must stop now as I've a lot of work to finish up....

Perhaps part 3 should follow? Let see...

68

I met up with D girl for some catching up last night and had a blast of a time, as always. We can laugh like two crazy people and depart with the feeling of having had the best time ever.

So she told me this story that happened between a friend of hers and a guy she’s seeing.

Here’s how it goes:

Guy : So, do you know what 69 is?

Girl : Yes I do. But do you know what 68 is?

Guy : nope, what is it?

Girl : well, you give me a 68 now and the balance 1 from me will come later on another day to make it 69.

Lol. That was coolly played I think!

(: