weekly thank you

thank you to the kind man at Centrelink.

you were so helpful and friendly to my client and i that you made us both feel relaxed and at ease.

plus you patiently explained the complexity that is the queue ’system’.

much appreciated

things i will do this week (InshAllah)

• i will sleep before midnight
• i will take lunch to work
• i will complete my notes for that chart
• i will organise my desk
• i will return that recipe book
• i will return those library items (and thank you to the guy that rang to remind me today. you were so nice even though the items are 6 months overdue. Shocking, even by my standards)
• i will read my book on the train
• i will be ready early enough to catch the train
• i will buy my monthly ticket
• i will eat some form of breakfast
• i will eat fruit

that should do.

there should be some goals related to religious aspects, but i think that will be another post. Also, i do think that looking after our healthy bodies is part of appreciating Allah’s Mercy.

how is your week looking?

lonely bus rides

i saw an emo today.

holding back

i was talking with a client this afternoon, and she was telling me how well her kids were doing at school. i was really happy for her and wanted to say ‘Mashallah! that’s so good’ but only ended up saying ‘That’s so good’. I find that it happens all the time, whenever i say to someone, ’see you on (insert day here)’,I have to stop myself from saying Inshallah.

no escaping the genes

as i was making samoosas this afternoon i had the uncanny realisation that i was doing this the exact same way my mother would; the way i folded the pur to make the triangle, the way i scraped the tablespoon along the tray to scoop the mince to dump in the triangular pocket, the way i applied the lei(?) (paste) with my finger – my movements were exactly like hers.

there is no escaping it. i am my mother.

pet peeves

i got in the lift this morning from ground floor and was then going to level 3.

a woman got in on the first floor, saw button number 3 was already highlighted, but pressed the button anyway. 

why??

and whats with Lana from Smallville?

little things

went out for dinner with old friends from uni the other day – did not pick the restaurant, but it was so good, because the menu identified those dishes that were strictly vegetarian.

makes my life so much easier.

(except then of course need to check for alcohol content, type of oil, contamination etc) *sigh*

ugh

workplace politics suck.

say what you mean and say it directly to me.

today has left me with an urky feeling. however, because i am always telling clients to problem solve out of these kind of situations and to recognise unhelpful thoughts and replace these with helpful ones, i find it difficult to allow myself to wallow. which i guess is a good thing, but sometimes you just want to wallow.

a book, star of the 80’s (or was he 90’s?)and a musical

one of the books i am reading at the moment is City of Joy by Dominique lapierre. this novel was made into a movie starring patrick swayze. i am dreading the part in the book, where i reach his character, cause i just know i am going to be picturing him. i never got the whole patrick swayze thing.

no, this novel is not being made into a musical (as far as i know), but i do have the song “somewhere in my youth or childhood…” from that perennial favourite ‘The sound of music’, in my head.

“nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could…”

this reminds me of the other day, when my 3 yr old nephew said to me “please can you stop singing, i’m trying to eat” 

max fisher?

“I’m sorry, did somebody say my name?”