simpLy m.e.

I am not exaggerating – this weekend may be the worst weekend I ever have… No, I don’t  mean it is bad in any aspect but mental. I had long day in the office the last two days but it is not as bad as this anxiety – if Anwar will win the by-election.

This weekend should have been a great one for me. Today someclose friend, two families, came over to bring my favourite food and to have a chat. I am very sorry that my mood is not as cheerful as it usually is – something is bothering my mind.

There was a phone call from a good friend. She faced some difficulty in the office, I lent her my ears and shared some advise but that did not take my worry away from the real issue that conquers my mind.

There were few other phone calls that I decided not to answer. It should have been a good day. A very good friend managed to get an exemption for a very nice mobile number for me that otherwise would have costed me BD300. There are also several invitations – big gathering tomorrow afternoon followed by dinner tomorrow. Then an official dinner the day after. oh God, I wish 26 can come much earlier, I don’t think I can relax until I can be sure that no matter what tricks played during the by-election, it would reflect the true choice of the people.

My husband told me not to worry about it. He told me to stop reading the main stream newspapers. I told him, what I read on Malaysia kini started to worry me too. Thank God when my office gave the option for free subscription for any two newspapers I did not opt for any from Malaysia – GDN and Financial Times do not give me unnecessary headache.

I stop reading the star, nst, but I am still worried. He said, don’t even think about it, Anwar will win. I said: “If it will be a fair election, I am pretty sure about that. But it definitely won’t be. Today marks the half of the campaigning period prior to the by-election day and yet, what those people (you know who) have been doing in the past few days are just unimaginable! I keep on asking my husband if these people “tak takut mati” – especially since they are Muslim (or as they so claim).

I wish I were there, right in the field so I can give all I could to ensure that the election will be done fairly. Its mission impossible I know. But at least, I would feel more relaxed (or so I hope) than sitting here, miles away from Permatang Pauh, counting for the days to come.

Oh, I forgot to say I also receive a voucher for 3 small goat to celebrate the coming of Ramadhan.. My husband said, we can use the meat to celebrate on 27 August.. I hope his hope will come true.. I am praying too….