p/s

Its my day 1 of social media detox. I love that my mind is not occupied with trivial issues going on, although I'm certain that I'm missing on noteworthy affairs as well. But I've been longing for those social media-free days. At least those days where we can rant without being denounced by strangers. People are sick and mean, saying things to get someone's approval and agreement. To each his own they say, but the argument will never end unless its in their favor.  Whatever. Also I have to be completely honest, as much as I love seeing my (successful and rich) friends enjoying their crazy rich asian lifestyles, spending most of their time with their kids doing tonnes of things I wish I am doing with mine, I am envious. Needless to say, I believe in each of our own sustenance and blessings. I am just at this phase where I feel pressured, wondering if I am doing good enough to provide for my kids especially. And it gets worse sitting here scrolling through their updates. ...

You never really finish becoming. It is less about a bloom and more about the growth. Let yourself grow, and it will bloom. Just a matter of time.

I despise people who had no empathy. I bend over backwards all the time to be helpful but all I get is a hill of beans.

 So blessed with all the jobs I've been getting lately.  A week ago an acquaintance of mine from my degree year approached me and asked if I can do poem translation, from english to malay. I never did. Never even written a poem in malay, nor english. I never felt like I had a knack for that. Honestly, I have tried, but it wasn't me. This is me. Words can never be enough for me to express.  Anyway, if you know me, you know I always advocate others to know when to say No. Ironically, I can't, especially when it comes to doing this, my side hustle. I promised myself that I wanted to learn something new, and I wanted to challenge myself to involve in something that I never had before. Hence, the yes. But here's another misdemeanor of mine, I tend to say yes without checking the content. Turns out, it was a chansons de geste (except that it was originally Serbian). Mind you, the last time I did an interpretation of a poem was back in high school for english literature of co...