Got my brand new planners in a cute bandeau courtesy of the employer. This year the planners are red. I suppose the employer welcomes the year of the dragon open-heartedly. On this day last year, my office desk was already cleared out, my 2011 management files were ready to be filled up and I was good to go. It was different this year. My desk is still in a mess with open 2011 management files. Even my table calendar still reads 2011.
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| Yux yux |
Simply, I am not done with 2011. They were so many things left unresolved, unspoken, undone, unforgiven; I feel that the year 2011 bid adieu way too soon it left me incomplete and unprepared. My mind is in constant clamor with my heart. The mind is consulting the heart to let go of the past and the heart is persuading the mind to be sensible. Conflict. Yet 2012 is steadily eventuating.
I must go forward. Time waits for no man as the saying goes, and I for certain cringed at the idea of being left behind. I must force myself to let go of the past, forgive and forget, trick my mind into starting anew and just never look back. If there was nothing to be proud of or be happy about, then why bother looking back? I've just got to remind myself that these feet of mine only walk forward.
And to do just that, the only way I could keep my mind off 2011 is of course the birthday month! My birthday month. January makes me happy. January cheers me up. January means love come pouring in. And January also means I turn a year older. As for this year I shall turn 32, insyaAllah.
And what is a birthday without a list of hopeful gifts coming from my loved ones? Last year was good as I got most of the items I listed; some came on my birthday and some came much later, any how they were given to me as birthday presents. Blissful moments I'd recall.
Now, why let go of a good tradition, yes?
I present you, the list.
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| FitFlop - Electra in Petunia |
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| A pair of TOMS in red |
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| Adele's Royal Albert Hall Concert DVD |
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| The Script 2008 debut album |
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| An end to my magazine clutter; mags apps for my iPad |
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| Downtown Abbey 1st & 2nd season |
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| Oz's advice is always the best! |
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| Bookshelf highlights of 2012 |
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| Nate's book |
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| Murakami's most coveted novel |
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| Aqua vase |
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| A spa retreat at the Sembunyi Spa,. . |
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| A Coach that is not to tote |
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| Something far-fetched, not-in-this-life-time-handbag PRADA's Saffiano |
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There you have it, my birthday wish list for 2012, not in priority accordance. The last one on the list is a dream actually. And I guess it shall remain so until I retire. One can never dream too much, yes?
Nevertheless, the ultimate dream of mine for 2012 is of course to conceive. Quoting a friend, "Input equals output" hence I am trying to kick start the year living by that principle, which denotes the efforts you put in will eventually result into the things that you desire most. And I desire to become a mother, a better Muslimah, an obedient wife, a responsible daughter and sister. I also wish that this year shall bring good health to both hubs and I. And I hope for sheer sincerity in friendship that comes my way.
Here's to another twelve months of multifarious adventure; to your bliss and heartaches, success and falls, hopes and dreams!
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