Dils Stop .

One of the reason why I started working is money. I want more freedom to spend on myself. I had also discovered I really like classical music and now attending my classical music performances. Most of it I went alone. Because I don't  think I found anyone who is content to just sit and listen to just classical music for 2 hours and more. And I dont really like inviting anyone to come with me, because I feel like I would be disappointed if they wont enjoy it as much as I do. But if you do, lets go be silent together and enjoy the music.  Its not boring for me, in fact I am always captivated. Recently someone in Twitter shared that Istana Budaya will do one of those classical performances by their National Symphony at RM30 per ticket. As someone who usually bought the cheapest ticket at RM130 for MPO , these are CHEAP.  So I went ahead and just book myself tickets and had already jotted down their setlist so to speak. I found that listening to the setlist first, will make my listenin

I am back to work now. Why? Why do I work? As the rains poured down hard this morning... I was also like ... WHY DID I GO BACK TO WORK. Money. More money. I am not sure how long should I be working... we will see.  I am still working in the HR IT line, no longer doing SAP, but more to other system. It is interesting.  So far.  I am finding I have less and less of things to say here. The thoughts bubble and froth but when I got to this page, its mostly a blank. Maybe I should just put it as a travel sorta diary.  What else I am up to? Kids? The boys are usual. Getting on my nerves and everything. Growing up does that. They are very helpful though, especially the eldest. But once they got a phone in hand, a fiery hale might come down and it would not faze them.  I actually find it hard to concentrate or get stuffs out wh en everyone is talking around me. I am used to a quiet office I guess. Not here. Good God WFH should be mand atory.  Putting in Monkee as big ball of fuzz to offset the

 In fact its heading somewhere half into 2022. What the heck.  So many things happened. Yet I can't remember. Its this whats getting old is all about?  I got covid on the 31st of Dec 2021, so thats one way to start the year. Then the next month it was my husband. Nowadays everyone seems to be getting it. But with post vaccinations , it is almost not scary. The after effects of covid fatigue is very real though. And I had some up to know some taste change.  Then the kids started school again with my eldest now going for the morning sessions so it was tiring and hectic and I feel like how can I properly make sure these 3 boys gets all the right kind of educations. I feel I should have just stick with cats sometimes, but even the cats dont turned out well sometimes.  Thats the kids pic otw to Niah Cave. Ye orang lain beraya, we went to Niah. It was scary and we weren't that well prepared but it was fun. It was an INTENSE WORKOUT post raya though.  AND... So Selamat Hari Raya Aidil

 I am feeling kinda tired all the time.  Absolutely transfixed Miraculously I havent manage to get one more cat into the house, but having 3 boys all the time at home, I feel like the house are filled to the brim already.  The kids are going back to school now, but with sistem penggiliran in place. So it had been somewhat peaceful. Before this I feel like so tired sorting out their online classes, who needs to go where, which homework needs to be submitted, making sure they are engaged in classroom and not off somewhere playing Legos.  This year, I think I might forego the annual sale BBW because I am broke, also my books are way too much, also it is held in somewhere I don't have the energy to drive to.  Mostly here still watching kdramas, gaining weight and stroking cat furs at every opportune time. Been job searching too, but its been hard. HARD. Also countless interviews that goes nowhere can really break a human spirit. You feel like you are worthless to anyone and this kinda

  Thats what I call him when he first came to the house. He was so bulat ( from worms then bulat from all the eating) but so small in my hand, and he always came running when he heard that call name, perut gently swaying side by side. As he got bigger and fatter, the name stuck that my son asked me why I call him that because Bobby is not tiny. I said he is always tiny to me.  He had his fault. Whenever he came upon a stray plastic on the floor, he will definitely peed on it. Bags too. It forced me to not leave things on the floor at the very least.  He also like to scoot his butt on the floor after pooping when he was tiny. He stopped that habit when he was older.  He eats a lot and became tubby. He always look to me like a kitten even when he was the oldest cat in the house. So I never stop calling him tiny little Bobby.  This tubbiness then make his bone to cause issues in his senior years, which then led him having issues with his bowel movements, which led to a whole lot of issues

 I had been late and you had not been great.  What happened earlier this year?  Nothing much. Lockdowns, PDPR and more lockdowns and PDPR. Things are getting worse which is ridiculous because the lockdown had been long.  The second kid is now in Standard 1 and my heart ached for him that for his last year in kindergarden and his first year in primary was mostly stuck at home, learning from the tablet.  As for the other... I can't think of more. I just want to write here quickly before June disappears, and I didn't make an entry before the latter part of the year.  My husband and I though had been vaccinated. First dose. Now its the waiting game and hoping we dont get covid first before we can manage the second dose. In the mean time, I am still thankful for whatever protection the first dose may offer for now.  I will talk more. But later. More scanning to do.  I do not want it to be a bare post, so here's a pic of my eldest with his Seni homework. After all instead of vaca