What happens next...

It's over.

After months of planning and the final few CRAZY days of getting things done up until the 11th hour, my sister married on Sat, Jul 11.

And the "wedding party" as the bride and groom called it, did not disappoint. There were only good things said all around, which wasn't anything less than we expected as was evident that night. Practically everyone who attended had a blast of a time.

As I write this, she is honeymooning in Phuket. Was completely bowled over by the resort she's staying at, when she got there. Had to call to share the news of what an awesome place it is.

When she gets back, I'll see her for a short time on Thursday. She'll be collecting the rest of her things and permanently moving out.

So after holding it in all of saturday, I let it rip! Couldn't control my tears. All I felt was the pain of emptyness on Sunday, when she spent the first night at her new home. I still tear up now and again when I think that she will not be home every night.

The funny thing is, because we work different hours (me doing the graveyard shift), we only see each other on weekends. Why should it be any different now? Well, the finality of her absence in our home is felt.

It's going to take a lot of getting used to... not having her around. But I'm pretty sure that she'll be visiting on weekends.

I miss you, Cher. I miss you so much!

Two days to go...

It's a Thursday afternoon. I'm in Starbucks, finally figured out how to work the wireless internet from my work laptop. I've never been a techie.

In two days, my sister will be married to the man she's been with for the last eight years. There have been ups and downs between me and him, but there isn't much I can fault him on. He's a great guy, and he is a keeper.

There is still so much to do for the wedding. I have been tasked with getting the corsages ready tomorrow and I have an appointment at 2pm. Trying to figure out how to manage my time so I get the most out of it.

I have to make this appointment. If I get this job, I'll be rid of my present employment, and I'm happy to leave.

I can't stand the management. The project I work is run by a bunch of imcompetent idiots! They think they know better, but they seriously do not.

I intend to tell them that on my last day with the company.

I really wish I didn't have to move again, but once you are no longer excited about getting up to go to work, and find your self taking sick days more often than usual, you know you have to get out of there.

I have to get back to my resume.

So much for a three-day weekend...

I’m back from a three-day weekend and not loving it.
First off, I did not get much rest. Friday night was my sister’s hen’s night. Her friends did a pretty good job of getting her drunk and passed out, but my other sisters and I had to hold her up and get her to the toilets in time for her to barf – three times. Then we had to get her into the car and get her home.
Home at 3.30am sat morning, lights out at 4am. Five hours later, we were up and preparing our home for a pre-wedding casual dinner party. Ma wanted to have this for the 2nd cousins that weren’t invited for the adults-only wedding dinner reception a week from now. By the time we said goodnight to the last guest to leave at midnight, I was passed out in bed. I had to drag my ass to the bathroom about 90 minutes later to shower and wash up so I could get a goodnight’s sleep.
Well, that didn’t happen! Had to wake up at 930am on Sunday morning and get ready for church. Then it was off to the furniture store to check out some beds and wardrobe for the bride and groom who will officially be husband and wife in a week and didn’t have a decent bed to sleep in.
That took the rest of the day, as we went from store to store, finally settling on the cheapest wardrobe Ikea could offer but still no concrete decisions made on a bed.
I was finally glad to be home at 7pm, and after a nice hot shower, had a nice meal of leftover chicken curry and briyani rice with fish varaval.
Usually, I’d stay up until 2am to catch up on Dirty Sexy Money and Ghost Whisperer reruns, but by 1030pm I was tucked into bed, too tired to care about tv.
I woke up way too early Monday morning, at 1030 am. Caught the reruns of DSM and GW then. Tried going back to bed for a quickie, but it was too damn hot to sleep! By 430pm, I was up again and getting ready for work, which is where I am at press time.
The next few days leading up to wedding aren’t looking any better. All of a sudden, I have a thousand things to do, and it’s just like my sister to throw things in my lap at the 11th hour.

Introducing...

I'm starting over.

I had a blog on blogger.com, that was filled with travel stories, random tales about my everyday life and other insignificant stories.

It excited me at first and helped me brush up on my writing skills. But then I found myself staying away from it. I had nothing to share. Work and life took hold, leaving me little time for anything else. So I threw it out!

And now, I'm starting from scratch. Everyone deserves a second chance, and so does my gift of writing. You don't know it yet, but you will be drawn like a moth to a fire, once you chance upon my tales... of love, hate, indifference, but ultimately, the mystery that is... life.

Where are my manners?? Allow me to introduce myself. I'm what is known as a woman in this world. No, I'm not a girl. Well, I do have my girl moments. But woman fits me more accurately. I'm also a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a niece and a friend.

You're probably wondering when I'm going to explain the title of my story. What am I bowing at? Well, you'll find out soon enough as everything is slowly unravelled.