Lost In Translation

I'm getting into the habit of having better breakfasts. Well, pending on what time I get up in the morning, that is.

Buttered toasts with scrambled eggs, Multi-V juice and the newspaper.
I am getting old...

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I was filling my car up with petrol yesterday, when I witnessed an argument of some sort. 'Of some sort' because it wasn't exactly an argument. It was more of a husband yelling at his wife. In public.
Unsurprisingly, they were Asian. They were speaking in Cantonese, to be specific. I wasn't too sure what was he yelling, but it was simply because she was finding difficulties getting the car around to the pump. This was rush hour, mind you. The station had about 12 pumps and there were about 20 cars.

So there she was, with her P-plates, driving an Aurion, with him outside the car, giving her instructions to drive the car around. She couldn't get her angles right and so she ended up settling for driving in with the car petrol tank on the other side rather than next to the pump. The husband got so frustrated, he was yelling at her telling her to make another round in the already packed space of a kiosk. If that wasn't bad enough, it got to a point where he reached in from her window and forcefully grabbed the steering wheel while she was driving (a bit of a struggle there) while yelling at her in her face.

That pissed me off.

I know I have no say and knowledge of their background to even begin evaluating the situation. But who in this day and age deserves a yelling for just learning to drive properly, let alone a public humiliation like this? How do you learn without making mistakes?

Which begs me the question: Why did these two get married in the first place?

Logically thinking, who in their right mind would get into a marriage knowing already that their partner would be abusive? Unless it was an arranged/forced marriage - I'm sure he wasn't like this during their courting stages. And this is such a shame when you hear of stories of families getting into fights and similiar situations, especially when you know they were birthed of a romantic marriage.

What ever happened to the romance? When did it die? When did love turn to obligation. How did courtship turn to tolerance?
No wonder so little people have such little faith in marriages these days. I know so many couples today who live together and even have kids but refuse to get married. Even if it may simply be a written contract - it has been stamped as a bad omen. The beginning of the end.

This is not how it's meant to be.
I am determined to prove the world otherwise.
And it starts with wisdom.

I almost forgot I've got a blog.

Retrospectively, it's been a packed two weeks since I last blogged. Not busy. But packed.
I haven't been pounded hour after hour with work and the likes of it. But I've definitely been doing heaps with whatever spare time I have. And when I don't have such luxury to splurge on, I am studying.

My first exam was last Thursday. I thought the paper was a little tricky but I think I should be fine. My next is on the 27th. I have another 9 days to study for it.

I am excited about July. As much as I'm concerned with the fact that I won't be around here working with planetUNI stuff when it's going to be one heck of a busy period, I'm looking forward to the wedding in KL, the shopping, the food, friends and just home, sweet home. It's daunting to imagine myself in a suit and tie walking around with a briefcase and a calculator as soon as I arrive back here again. But till then, there's 3 weeks back home.

Actually, as ironic as this may sound, especially since I've just gotten my job, I've been thinking of other lines of professions. A good friend recently suggested that I should consider Studio Management. It's pretty much what I'm doing for planetUNI already, except on a larger scale of responsibilities and skills required, obviously - which in case I haven't mentioned before here, then for the record, I LOVE what I'm doing with planetUNI. Design and business skills put together into one role. It's management as well as PR work for marketing. And the best part about it? It pays heaps! I'm talking 6 digits, baby! How about that for motivation, at least?

However, as suspected, things are never as they seem. Such roles usually require some sort of work experience or knowledge in the field, which I obviously lack. Nevertheless, an option I'd like to bookmark still for the near future.

Never know. Should the opportunity arise, it may happen sooner than I think.
(Fingers crossed).

I miss my notebook.
I miss the luxury of having not to have to be seated on a chair by the desk to do anything.
I miss the comfort of watching movies or surfing from my bed.
I miss Microsoft Office (believe it or not).

I am constrained to an eight year old desktop instead. For any 'essential' needs, I run Open Office (which is a nuisance, by the way) and Adobe Photoshop SEVEN. I don't even have Adobe Lightroom. Did I mention how the whole thing starts chugging once I open more then two tabs on Firefox? Yes, it does.

I am spoilt, I know. This much I'll admit for this aspect of my life.
So here's to another 3 weeks of desktop life. I've gotten used to it, to be honest, surviving on survival programs such as the above. But it's high time I got back to running with the elites.

Looking forward to the new lappie.

Somewhere this time last year, I was standing in the cold of the night by the beach with waves soaking the ends of my shoes, screaming nonsense into the dark with a few randoms and some friends.
Friends whom, sadly, I don't catch up with as often anymore.

It was youth, dare I say.
That or a lack of inhibition - which served me well.

Some of my friends tend to tell me I grow up too fast sometimes.
If it's not because I was dating an older girl, then it was because I was doing too much. I'm not living the life of how university students are supposed to live - late nights, party Fridays, headaches in the mornings and a pass still gets you a degree. No. I was 25 at 21. And now, as they've diagnosed me, I'm 22 trying to be 19.

A lot can change in a year. Please don't read what I'm not saying. I love where I am today. I don't regret the choices I've made through the years, especially in the last year, and I'm not whinging about it now. However, I still do wish for a greater capacity. I yearn for more and to be better at life. I don't want substitutes, I want expansion. I don't want to replace yesterday with today. I want to be able to manage my time better, for instance, and not have "work" or anything else replace my time with friends. I want to live better.

Today I tread on very different grounds as I did last year, I'm not ignorant of that.
But I don't want to have to lose the best bits of my yesteryears as well. I know I'm guilty of losing touch of a lot of things and people. I want to make up for it.

Starting from Malaysia,
There's the CCKL crew to catch up with, but more so, the JYG boys. And of course, there's Mel and Steph representin' the Cempakan league in KL and my homies back in good ol' Kluang (and around).

I haven't looked forward to going home as much as I do this time round in a while.

I want to make up for the time lost over the year(s).
I'll be on the plane this time next week in anticipation.

"Look alive".