WEEKEND

Saturday morning…woken up by a light kiss on the forehead from Mr. Husband. And I was further greeted by this! Breakfast in bed!!! Scrambled egg, toasts and milk. I was beaming!!!

No, it’s not our anniversary. Nope. It’s not my birthday either. And no, we didn’t have any argument prior. He did it…just because.

I’m spoilt, rotten. No shame whatsoever. Saya chenta saya punya hoosbang. With all my heart.

The weekend was spent entirely at home. It’s the first time ever, since our wedding almost three months ago, that we managed to have solid quiet time together. I cooked all his favourite dishes and stuffed him well, much to his dismay later, in the light of his increasing waistline…hahahaha!

Next week, I’ll be starting my new job. I’m nervous. I know the expectation is high. And I know myself. I’ll work myself up, get all stressed up initially. But it’ll be fine, Insyaallah.

Though I hate to admit it, I’m a sucker for challenges. I have this constant need to prove myself wrong. The presumption is always negative. And I’ll do whatever possible to prove myself otherwise.

It’s not always good…this negative presumption. I am my worst judge. Sometimes, there’s nothing worse than trying to meet my own expectations. The thing is I tend to have less mercy on myself because I can’t possibly lie or give any invalid excuses. To sum it all up, I can be my greatest enemy.

Will try to write more later. I have to get back to work.