Quantum of Solace

I was assigned to this particular task - which was not that difficult or complicated at all, but it required me to do the liaising with all the parties involved- which were by the way internal parties only. However, I don’t know why, out of quite a number of people that I had to deal with, these 2 particular people would always get into my nerves. REALLY! They would make a fuss of everything and their complaints would vary-from our instructions being too general then it was too detail ( pelik, kan?). And they were not only complaining but criticizing as well! I understand their circumstances and all, even the others had voiced out their concern too regarding this matter- but I really couldn’t stand the way these particular people conveyed the message, which was VERY irritating! Dari nak tolong, langsung tak jadi….!! Having to communicate with them every day (sometimes it up to a few times a day) was a very torturous ordeal. This task really drained out my energy - tolerance level jan

The trouble with love is It can tear you up inside Make your heart believe a lie It's stronger then your pride The trouble with love is It doesn't care how fast you fall And you can't refuse the call See you've got no say at all If Kelly Clarkson perfectly describes her trouble with love as above, my dilemma would be with my HEART. The trouble with my heart is that it knows no logics and never agrees with my mind. It’s like my heart is messing with my mind.... And today was no exception. What happened was really sweet but when I finally got to my senses again, I asked myself “What was I thinking?”… The trouble is, I didn't think, it was just my heart . ......

The last couple of weeks had been very bad for me. I hit one of the lowest points in my life and the situation was so bad that if there was a check list on the symptoms of stress/depression, I would have ticked everything that was on the list- seriously . It started with the overwhelming feeling that I felt about the responsibilities that I obtained. Literally, there was nowhere I could go without feeling suffocated, even when I was in the loo! My morale was so low that I had not really been myself. My tolerance level was nearly non-existent, thus I lost my temper easily. I whined too much, that I might have bent the ears of those around me. Despite of everything that I did – throw tantrums and all; to make me feel better, I still feel very bad about myself and the whole situation. To make things worst (or so I thought), I was assigned to be somewhere else for a couple of days. Of course I was frantically upset, as there was a lot to be done at the office. But little did I know tha