Oooooo, So it is already 2013?

*drum rolls*
And here it is, the last day of the year 2012. To be honest, a part of me always thought that somehow I won't be alive till this day. I don't know why, but I did. And I don't know why, but I am still alive. I am very grateful to be able to still breathe, to be able to still cuddle with Ruby and Dino, to be able to cook with mum or argue with dad. I am still alive and I am thankful for that.
Errr, okay, that was emo enough for an intro.
It is the last day of the year and as always, I am compelled to reflect on how the year went. 2011 was a roller coaster year for me. I had my ups and downs but 2012 was a year that just went downhill, in so many aspects. I have been through more in this last 365 odd days then I have ever had in my life. The trials and tribulations that I have faced is one that would remain etched in my heart forever. I have just learnt so much in this one year that words will never be able to express how I feel ending the year.
But hey, a new year equals to a new beginning right? So here is to leaving everything behind and putting a step forward. I have had a long list of resolutions compiled but right before we go there, let's just see how 2012 went, shall we?
My biggest dream for 2012 is to get myself published. I did not manage to do it in the scale I wanted to but an article that I wrote did get published in my college magazine. I am fueled with so much passion to continue that dream to own a column of my own in a newspaper. I know it will happen, I just hope it happens soon.
In 2012, I promised to take care of myself real well and I am happy to say that I did. I fell in love with myself many times this year. I know I know. Pretty self praising but hey, I do love myself very much!
Well, I have no idea how 2013 would go but I am keeping my hopes up. I know it will be an awesome year if I just let it to. Here is to meeting new people, to learning new lessons, to being a better version of me. Here is to a new year. Happy New Year people!

Signing off with a smile, Love you people!

What makes you a man?

I woke up to the sad news of the Delhi victim's death yesterday. I remember feeling this emptiness in my heart and soul. I did not know that girl. She was not my sister, friend nor were we tied by any relation, blood or not. But we had one similarity. We are both females living in a world that never failed to put down the fairer sex. Once again, as always, I am stressing the fact that I am not a sexist. I am merely a girl trying to raise a voice for her own gender.
My hands are numb typing this out, and so is my heart and soul. Where is the value of a woman? I just don't understand how anyone would have the heart to do what they did to that girl. She has been given names such as Daarmini and Nirbhaya. No one knows her true identity, something which should be remained that way. This girl is the voice of thousands of us, females. She will remain a pillar of strength for the many of us and her death will have an arc of its own in our souls forever.
But here is something that I don't understand. Why do men choose to rape? Please highlight the word "choose" here. I am saying that it is a choice that men make. To rob a girl of her virginity or to force her into sex does not make you a man. Here is what that does make you a man. Can you touch a girl no where but her heart? If you can, pet yourself on your back. Because honestly, that makes you a man.

Signing off though I have so much to say.

37 days of a very different life-My very own working experience!

How lucky I am to have known a life that is so different from the one I am used to. I am the pampered princess, the one who has it her way, who does things because she wants to and yet, all that changed in the last 37 days of my life. The people that I have met, the lessons that I have learnt and the memories that I will now carry for the rest of my life here on Earth has made me a person that I never once knew I could be.
Yes, I got myself a part time job as a Cashier in a leading hypermarket in Klang for this semester break. This is my story, one that I am proud to tell.

I always thought that my first ever paid job would be as a teacher, and if not that then as a writer. But I suppose God always had better plans for me. He put me in a place that I never once knew I could survive. For starters, the very first day of work, I was placed in a wine shop. Yeap, you heard me right. I sat there for practically 4 hours, not moving much, trying so hard to not cry, well, I did cry. I mean, you know I am against alcohol consumption. It is a life principle and my life principles mean the world to me. So yes, I cried. I went home that day, looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what the hell have I got myself into. It was that bad.

Well, that aside. Let's talk about the Vegetarian life principle. I have touched more raw meat in these last few days then I have ever had in the last 2 years of converting into a Vegetarian. Every single time that I had a customer bring in meat to be cashed in, I died a little inside. Being an animal lover, it was definitely the toughest part of my job. I had to tell myself that it was okay. And at the end of the day, I am proud to say, I survived that too. 

I have so many stories to tell and I am sure that it will unfold with every post of mine. For now, I am just happy to have experienced this life that is so different from that which I am used to. Money has always had lesser value in my heart compared to love, care, affection and etc. And it still remains that way despite learning how much money means too.
Apart from all that, I do know that when tomorrow rolls in, I will miss waking up at 7, miss snoozing for 10 mins, I will miss my morning shower, my morning coffee in front of the tv, I will miss Dino's goodbye kiss right before I get into the car and take that long 15 mins drive to work. I will miss my morning radio show, my favourite C4 parking, the morning guard who will smile at me, I will miss punching in my card and I will miss looking into the mirror before walking in. I will miss wishing that Counter 28 has not been opened and I will miss jumping in joy when I am given the express counter. I will miss saying thank you to every customer, despite how much I feel like screaming at some of them. I will miss saying, "Mam, less than 10 things only ah", and I will miss the money change that the team leaders will do. I will miss blinking the light and calling for help and I will miss counting the coins and the spot checks with the team leaders. I will miss closing my counter with a sigh of relief and that long walk that I take back to my car only to repeat the whole process the next day. I will just miss so much of everything.

Signing off with a hint of nostalgic memories, Love you people.