One Step At A Time

The 'buzyness' of last 2 weeks activities disabled me to think about the new house and everything that comes with it. Now that I'm starting to slow my pace, I can see that there are a lot more things that I need to settle before I can really reach the place I want have in the house. Unexpected problems and issues only make me halt, whine and sigh. A tap on the shoulder by my mom made me realize these are the issues that I'm dealing at the moment while I stand as a student, not yet working, let alone having a family. I always wonder how my dad can endure all the housing issues in the past. At times my mind reasoned with me that men have stronger mental strength when dealing with problems; yet at the same time I'm thinking if he could do it, why don't I?

And I realize I need to take one step at a time, not too rush everything because in doing so, I only added the pressure. Okay, breathe in... breath out... :p

I came early this morning to uni (which ironically I'm no longer in campus anymore, so I prefer to call it the 'hospital', alothough it's not in the hospital, but the classes located near the hospital). I met Manju in Phramacology Building Computer Room and later we went up to the cafeteria to have lunch. "I really like staying out of the college. At least I'm at uni the whole day and can concentrate on studying, rather than going back to my room and doing something else" I commented. She agreed. I guess it depends on how you view your house- a place to relax, or a place to study.
When I was still at the library after the class have all finished, Branden came at the table I was on and greeted me, "Welcome to the Club," He says... Alas, finally after 2 years trying to join "The Branden's Club", now only I achived it :p

I went to watch 'Playboy of the Western World' at His Majesty's Theatre on Saturday night. Along with Farid, Nazli, Shila, Diana and Zura we walked there since it's near to our place. It was nice... except for the Irish accent that I'm not used to and had to really listen to understand the storyline. I wonder how Tini, Abadi and Huda coping with their accent; it's not something easy to understand in a short time. But for a one-stage-non musical-play, I think it was interesting. At least I've seen different type of theatre compared to the ones I've been in Malaysia.

But to compare that with Syeikh Khalid Yasin's lecture on Sunday night entitled Islam: The True Religion, I think the 7.50 bucks ticket is more worth it than the 40 bucks one I paid for the play. It's much more satisfying. And at the moment, I learned there are many ways of spreading words of Islam. And I also learned to see things from different perspective. Learning is great. There's never too much room for learning...

It's time to go home now. Travelling alone at night is not adviceable I guess...

Ja'