Thursday, November 25, 2010
Off she goes... ready get set... GO!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Reasons not to browse aimlessly:
2. Focusing on work that has to be done here - thinking about the next steps - getting ahead - won't be possible if I waste my time reading articles that will bring me no benefit
3. Once I get done with work, I can focus on a few blogs that actually get a better hold on my life
5. Less things to crowd my brain with as my brain isn't full of faff
6. Reading blogs that might have a negative influence on me
7. Not feeling guilty at the end of the day when I recall the time I wasted
8. Feeling guilty -> feeling worthless -> loss of self- esteem. Completely unnecessary
What can I do to replace this habit?
2. Make a printable CEO list on three things to do today. Divide first task into small chunks
3. Breathe, visualize, pray, begin
4. Work for 30 minutes non-stop
Just thought I'd write in... need to get rid of the busy-ness in my brain. I should really stop jumping from article to article on the net – especially when I keep formulating to-dos after reading each one of them. I was reading a book called 'Mental Traps' the other day in the office library (such a peaceful place) and it said that procrastination is usually because you think you have this unending list of unfinished business... and often you're doing nothing and you want to continue doing nothing... which then becomes a task, a 'do-nothing' that you don't want to interrupt, and therefore you go on procrastinating K
A teensy weensy bit worried about M. P bhai collapsed two days ago due to an unruptured brain aneurysm and M has been the go-to man for everything for P bhai's family. Z bhai is there to help too now, but what with M being so sincere about work, so sincere about helping everyone by going out of his way, no wonder he's so stressed out. He said it was all the driving that was making it worse and he's feeling better now that he's at home. Shall pamper him tonight insha'allah.
From time to time, I keep thinking of P bhai. He's the most active, one of the most fun to talk to people I know, and it's difficult to imagine him having fits or being unconscious. I can't imagine what that's like – how would he feel when he wakes up and knows that he has no idea what happened in the past few days? Of how his family is losing sleep over him, or how his stretcher was pushed into the ambulance with loud thunks as the metal rods hit the back of the ambulance... I couldn't quite get that out of my mind... his having no idea that so many people were watching, how he couldn't feel the pain that a normal person would on being jerked around like that...
... and a scary thought... what if our waking lives are like that? That we'll actually wake up only on the Day of Judgment and realize we were sleepwalking through life? Ya Allah... wake us up please, such helplessness just brought home how utterly dependent we are on you, Allah ta'ala... for every single breath. Ya Allah, help us in giving thanks, help us in being grateful for what we have, help us in being human beings who practice ihsan. Ya Allah, give us strength, contentment and a generous heart. Ya Allah, let no moment of ours be free of the knowledge that we are in constant need of you, Ya Allah please bestow your mercy on us and keep us on the straight path.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
· I'm so sleepy. I just learned from one of my would-be managers that I might have to train some developers in a few domain based courses. The funny part is I'm doing the training myself… what am I going to teach them? Plus I've never taught anyone unless you count teaching little girls IInd class syllabus while they're studying in the VIth class.
· Hwaaa. I wish I were a bird, wrap a wing around my head and go to sleep.
· Pshaw. The first challenging thing in this job and this is my reaction. I should be screaming, "Bring it on!" a la Jillian Michaels screaming. (I sometimes find myself echoing her words in my brain. Proof that anything you listen to on a regular basis stagnates in your brain unless replaced by something more irritating)
· We're supposed to be attending someone's wedding reception today. I'm mainly going because the husband's boss wanted me to meet his wife. We seem to have a lot in common.
· Where's my wing?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I has headache. But I
should be am really proud of myself today. You know why?
· I woke up when Rwari came in
· I stayed up till she cleaned, reading the Hawkins Pressure Cooker manual. There really are so many things I did not know about pressure cooking. My MIL had asked me to read it. But did I listen? No.
Hey, this was a list of things I'm proud of myself for. So:
· I soaked the dal and while waiting, I first did some twenty minutes of Jane Fonda's aerobics. All energized!
· Then I listened to a lecture on Quranic Arabic.
· I stayed up. This is very important because I was tempted to go back to bed (just 5 minutes) many, many times
· Then I set the cooker on the stove and chopped bhindi! The bhindi was very clean and it took only a few minutes to chop! I've never made bhindi on my own.
· Then I decided to go Italian. We had some left over pizza seasoning and chilli flakes from a pizza corner delivery. The idea for using garlic came from the internets.
· So, ladies and gentlements, Italian bhindi or shall I say Italian Okra? Orrrrrr…… Finely sliced okra sautéed in garlic and seasoned with Italian herbs?
· Yeah, so I got some garlic paste and fried it in oil. Added the bhindi, added the seasoning, some salt and some red chilli powder and there you go ladies and gentlements, amazing Italian bhindi!
· The only sad part was that two bhindis hid in the red bowl I washed them in, so we fell short of the bhindi.
· I fed the husband as he ran helter-skelter in the house putting on socks, shoes et al. I felt like a good wife. It's not a feeling I get very often.
· He liked the bhindi. Which means more bhindis are going to get fried tonight. Even those two sneaky ones.
I love me!
Actually there's one more thing to be proud of: I bravely resisted the urge to add my favourite cooking ingredient: butter.
Don't you love me?