
the month of May has always been a crazy time for me.
for the past 4years, between april and may, iLL be buzy preparing for the Minister to attend the world health assembly in Geneva..
tho its nothing new, the experiences/surprises just knocks me off my feet without fail.
let see, during one of my geneva trip:
(i) my first trip to geneva was for two weeks;
(ii) managed to play with snow in the middle of summer;
(ii) was pregnant and knew about it 3 months later;
(iii) was her first official trip tht she had to leave bb ash behind;
and the latest
(iv) was told to go to geneva in less than 24 hours!
ive done most of the work,
its just in my mind i was so set that i was not going this year that when actually instructed to go on a last minute,
ironically ,
it left me with an unprepared feeling.
tho unprepared , i keep telling myself to try and have some fun, relaxed and most of all SHOP (in which i did of course..haha)

the days (and sleepless nite) was crazy...
its exactly like giving birth-its a pain but there comes a point where u will forget all about it...and asks for more
( hahaha)
there were times i ran out of breath, starved, slept with my agenda book on my stomach. it was pureGiler.
and of course like all other times, at every point of the moment, no matter hw normal or crazy it went, i was praying for Allah ease all the tenseness, permudah all work and forgive all my wrongdoings, I was also always chanting alhamdulilah for all the smoothness of events (and still am)

as im typing this, bck in the office, blardy sleepy but glad to survive the KUL-LONDON-GENEVA- PARIS-KUL route (in one piece)
