Wednesday, August 27, 2008

a hard week

It's been a hell of a week...and it's only Weds. Our firm does a lot of divorce cases and usually i'm pretty good at being sympathetic and feeling empathy for the clients but still manage to have some sort of separation, emotion wise...I'm not making sense, it's because I want to write it all out here but can't due to client confidentiality and also because of course I can and am supposed to keep their files secret, but when a client is also a good friend, someone I've seen at the outset of their relationship and marriage when once love ruled all, it's affecting me emotionally and now I'm also swept up in my friend's sadness at how things have turned out and I find myself brooding about it and worrying about it all. Anyway, it's not her alone, I've also found out during the past weekend about someone who is otherwise so nice and respectful to me having just slapped his wife of only one year who just had their baby...what is this world coming to? It's not just these 2 instances, too many things have been confided in me by people seeking to end their marriages and also those making the equally hard decision to stay...and it just makes for a very dark and depressing time...I go home and these thoughts follow me all throughout the drive back to Cheras. It's been a looong week. Luckily the long weekend is coming up...am even thinking of going to the Merdeka parade to bring some cheer back. And maybe some hope too.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Crying at the Olymipcs

I'm not much of a sports fan and the few times that I do watch it on TV, I'm not one of those that tend to shout either in anger or joy because basically I just don't care who wins or loses. But somehow the Olympics this time around has turned me into a sobbing mess. There's just something so...noble, I guess is the best word to describe it, about competing and wanting to win for your country. I think that's why I can appreciate the World Cup more than football club championships. Still I was shocked to find myself crying at the opening events - Come on, didn't it just break your heart to watch the Palestine contingent with all of 4 members, from a war torn country, but still smiling and holding hands even though they only took up like a dot of space in the stadium compared to the hundreds of members of the Chinese contingent. And the last bit with the lighting of the Olympic torch, that was just amazing. So I had a little sob, told myself to shut up and changed the channel when the opening ceremony ended.

The next day I switched it back on and the first thing that came on was weightlifting. Now of all the sports that I don't watch that I find most boring, weightlifting is one of the top three, the other two being lawnbowling and golf - sorry I just cannot appreciate golf. I may not like football but at least you've got one or two or thirty cute players that you can ogle at but golf? Anyway, there I was watching women's weightlifting while waiting for the gymnastics to come one when suddenly China won her first gold medal. The weighlifter was such an itty bitty woman but when she lifted that last weight (what was it, 117kg or something?) with such strength, such determination, I just got up and cheered and then cried together with her when she won the medal.

I am such a sap.


Go girl power!!!

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

simple pleasures

lately i've been caught up in trying to find fun things for Amani to do, books or toys that might be interesting, that i forget that sometimes all a kid wants is a buddy and a garden hose. Okay, the words sound indecent but the pictures aren't:-





I love seeing her so thrilled.