I have to recompose myself, and get this strong feeling of displeasure and resentment out of my system. It reflects on my writing, and it is bad for my work. It makes me became angry with little provocation. I have been thinking about writing it down, but I do not want to be mistaken that I am whining about my life. Because for sure, I am not in the worst case scenario. I am a lot luckier than many of the people around the world.

I have no regrets, because I believe in takdir, qada and qadar from Allah. The rezeki HE bestows upon me have been plentiful and I am forever trying to count my blessing. And my children are my wealth. Not many people can say the same.

I have just completed a list of people who would be redundant and who would in high probability be strike off from my life. Emotionally, it was nerve wrecking for me, but I have to do it, just to make sure that my life will be fill with people who appreciate me for who I am.