Of Feeling and Such

Have been wanting to write but as usual, work got in the way. The fact that i only feel comfortable blogging via the laptop is also  a reason for the lack of postings. I can blog with my BB but somehow it lacks the feel. 


Like how i prefer paperbacks compared to ebooks; this is quite the case with blogging. 


Anyhow. 


Life is life, with its ups, downs and a million other unpredictable swings. I tried taking them in as much as i can, making the best out of things and move on. There were quite a number of incidents that made me wanna just quit but of course, i know better than doing exactly that. Plus, you can't quit life. 


I guess i am a little more mature than i used to be. It's a good thing; mature. I have stopped caring about what people think and say about me, most of the time. I just want to be me. A happy me. Sometimes it comes with a hefty price but hey, nothing is free in this world. Yes, oxygen is free but you still need to breathe it in. 


As far as work is concerned, i am up to my ears with work that i don't enjoy doing. Not anymore. It used to be fun and challenging. Now it's just bluergh and boring. I still enjoy being part of a project team but i don't enjoy managing it. I am much happier being a BA whom is 'less powerful' than a PM. Then again, what's a commander without his officers. Plus, it's always fun to blame it all on the PM when things go haywire. Trust me, i know the haters in my projects. They are not that difficult to identify.


Another month to 2012. I can't say it was all bad in 2011. I have had both good and bad - by grace of God. I have yet to be bitten by Fenrir Greyback nor the Cullens; I can still celebrate the yay's and whine when the bad hits my way. 


I am hoping for a better year. Better doesn't mean strings of the good and beautiful. Too much of anything can kill you. I've had may fair share of adrenaline rush; I'm resting my delicate heart for now before the kids hit puberty and start the 'i-hate-you's and 'you-don't-understand-me's.


For a start, i am hoping to be a better person; to be grateful with what i do and don't have, to be thankful for friends and foes, to be comfortable in my own skin because there's always Marks & Spencer and Dorothy Perkins, to laugh a little more even to my own jokes, to love my kids more and tolerate their never-ending questions (thank God for Wiki and Google), to stop pulling-off Deli's grey hair or risk having a bald husband and accept the fact that farts whenever and wherever he wants, to be nice to the cats and let them roam the yard more often, and lastly to write more frequently because i know deep, deep in my heart that it's the one thing i love the most.




Hear, hear!