I Need HELP! Packing Suggestions Wanted..

Dear Readers...
If you're one of my friends on Facebook, you'd know by now that I have managed to get transferred back to Sabah. I'm very, very happy that I have finally got what I've wished for although now I'm in a bit of a pickle.

I don't know how on Earth am I going to pack all my stuff. I've accumulated so many clothes, accessories, shoes, lotions and potions during the 10 months I've been here. OMG! No wonder tidak digalakkan membeli belah sakan (in other words, BOROS), rupanya bukan saja mem'bankrap'kan tapi juga memyusahkan bila mau pindah.. Good thing I didn't buy any furniture except for my multi-purpose rack and my Worn-Thin-At-The-Butt matress.

It's the little things that are driving me crazy. Sudahlah fragile, mau bawa pun susah, kasi tinggal sayang pula. On top of all the things that I have here, I also have stuff left at my sister's house and at the office. One of my trusty luggage (the pink one) pula zip sudah patah dan tidak boleh diselamatkan so I only have one luggage left (Thank God it's the expandable one!)... Kalau overweight sy punya barang2 ni matai la mau membayar.. Hm.. Have to ask my superiors if they still tanggung the cost if that happens...

I was thinking of giving my lotions (Notice that it's plural?), hair mask, body scrub, and some of my makeup away to friends, kalau tidak pun put at my sister's house in Damansara but my housemate said, "Bawa jak, sayang bah tu.." I could give it away but quite sayang cz some of them are unopened and some only used a little bit. Mau jual, belum tentu diorang mau beli. Kalo simpan at my sister's place, nobody will be using it which is a waste.. Haiya..

My makeup. Have more at the office and in my handbag. I know, I know.. It's an incurable affliction of mine. Haha..

Kemarin sy cuba la kunu ni prioritize my makeup mana satu mau bagi kawan, mana yang mau kasi tinggal dan mana yang mau bawa. My MAC, Bobbi Brown and Benefit are of course coming with me without a doubt. I thought that I wouldn't have any probs in making my decision since I don't really use some of my makeup items often. Sekali sy try guna makeup2 yang jarang diguna tu, I discovered so many ways of using it and making it better. Needles to say I ended up not being able to part with any of it. Adoi...

My magazines..

 

My books..

I will have to leave my Female, Cleo and Seventeen (Yes, I still read Seventeen magazine eventhough I'm 24 years old, so there!) magazines at the office. I adore them and I can't bear to part with them but I know without a doubt that I can't bring them with me. It's just too heavy. The books and novels that I've bought would have to go to my sister's place. Sorry kak Alia for taking up your space. Will belanja you makan at Waroeng Penyet next weekend. Hehehe...

Then there are my shoes and acessories to think about... Oh, tidak.... They're my babies and I love them but where to pack them into? Terpaksa lah sy membodek budak IT nanti minta kotak. Atau minta dari tu Bangla yang ada kedai runcit di bawah perumahan sy (Who by the way has an iPhone... I'm just saying..).

Macam satu rumah punya kasut tapi suma sy punya. Ada 3 pasang lagi tidak masuk dalam ni gambar (Shame-faced... Huhu...)

Normally I keep the necklaces, earrings and bracelets separate but for the sake of packing I had to dump 'em all in the same box... And it's full... Huston, we have a problem...

Sy betul2 taubat oh dari beli barang lagi... Well, at least for the time being.. Hahahaha... So dear readers if you are have any suggestions in how I should pack or how to lighten my load of stuff (A mantra to get rid of emotional attachment to things perhaps?), feel free to leave a comment below. Toodles...

Divine Whisper?

Dear Readers...
Something weird happened to me yesterday morning. I was pouring my cereal into a container to bring to work when suddenly I heard a voice. It said, "Pindah lah balik Sabah". I was caught by surprise and paused what I was doing. You see, it's not a voice that I heard with my ears but instead it felt like it came from within. It really was a voice, distict yet its neither male or female. Those words seem to echo within me. Some may say that it must have my inner longing that made me experience that. I don't think so..

You see, a lot of people have asked me before if I wanted to be transffered back to Sabah. I always say, "Not really" because I didn't feel such a high inclination to do so. I do miss Sabah but was not as if there was anything or anyone waiting for me there. During BTN 2 weeks ago, a friend of mine from the Ministry told me that there were around 400-700 openings under IPD for my post in Sabah. She urged me to apply for transfer but I declined for the reasons I mentioned. I was comfortable with where I was.

With that being said, you can understand my confusion when I experienced what I did. I couldn't believe it because it just seemed to come out of nowhere. I never even considered the possibility before that. I decided to push it aside as one of those weird things that happen when we're tired, bored, crazy, whatever. Simply put, I ignored The Voice. The idea kept creeping back into my mind though, not unlike an annoying gnat.

That afternoon, a colleague of mine suddenly came to me and asked me the standard FAQ (Frequently Asked Question) which is, "Don't you want to transfer back to Sabah?" I asked him why? He told me what my friend did during BTN, about the open intake of my post in Sabah. That totaly freaked me out because he has never, ever asked me about transffering before and to tell you the truth, he would have been the last person that would have asked me or shown any interest about it. Why on Earth did he suddenly mention it on that particular day?

Pure coincidence? Maybe...

However, later that day another colleague brought a personal file of one of the staff whose pay rate needs to be adjusted. Guess what? That staff needed her pay to be adjusted because her application for transffer back to Sabah was approved. I was like, "Okaaaaaayyyy... Why is there so much elements about transffering back to Sabah in my day today?" I mean, usually there's zilch and today there's just too much of it.. Could it be that, well, something Divine was trying to tell me something?

In the end, I decided to follow The Voice and apply to transffer back to Sabah. It wasn't an easy decision to make and to be honest I was kind of at war with myself. My heart was happy that I may have a chance to come back to my beloved state whereas my head couldn't really comprehend what was happening. It was quite sudden. It's starting to catch up though.

Now I have to write a touching letter with rock-solid reasons to my superiors and hope that it gets approved. Should be easy peasy.. Except that unfortunately, my BM sucks and my Officer always laughs at my formal BM letters.. Is there anyone out there who can write exceptional BM letters? A little help here... Pretty please? Huhuhu...

Oh well... I hope that it would get approved anyway because now that I have that idea in my head, it's kind of hard not to have high hopes about it. If it doesn't I would be totally heart-broken. So dear friends, do pray for me so that I might be able to move back to Sabah..

This is all for now.. Cheers..

How to Be Annoying In the Cinema

Do Not Silent Your Handphone
Everyone wants to hear your ring tone and message tone ‘cause no one has any as cool as yours. Some don’t even have handphones so who are you to deny them the pleasure of hearing your Transformer message tone or your Crazy Frog ring tone. Oh, and while you’re at it, why don’t you put it on ‘Loud’ mode? Those at the back might not hear it if you don’t and miss out on all the fun.

Reply Text Messages And/Or Take Calls During the Movie
You are the CEO of a multi-million Dollar company. All text messages must be replied IMMEDIATELY (it might be Donald Trump) and no calls can go unanswered (it might be Bill Gates). People around you won’t get distracted by the bright glowing light of your handphone, nor will they be able to hear you as you shout yourself silly into it over the cinema’s massive sound system. Even if they are able to hear you, they would be absolutely riveted by your conversation. After all, you are talking to Bill Gates/Donald Trump/the Sultan of Brunei.

Reenact the Scenes
You’ll need to bring along a friend for this. When something funny happens on the screen, laugh as hysterically as you can (the loudest if possible) and say,” Did you see that? Did you see what happened?!’ to your friend. Then, without bothering to listen if your he/she DID see what happened, proceed to embarrass your poor friend by reenacting the scene with gusto. Twice more for his/her benefit. If it’s not a comedy, do the same thing but instead explain what happened to your friend as if he/she is a dimwit. Again, twice more for his/her benefit.

Discuss the Movie.. During the Movie
You’ll need a friend for this too but preferably someone like-minded as you. When the scenes become deep and meaningful, sad or touching, turn to friend and start discussing how it reminds you of your/ your mother’s/aunt’s/cousin’s/pet goldfish’s situation. Your friend can reciprocate by telling you how that scene applies to life in general. Being emotional and heartfelt is a must. Tears and hugs are optional. Make sure you speak loud enough for others to hear you. They simply MUST know your interpretation of the movie.

Bring Children Below 10 Years Old With You
Obviously, a child is essential for this. If you don’t have kids of your own, borrow your niece/nephew or your kiddy cousins. If truly desperate beg your neighbor to lend you theirs. Kids below 10 years old are preferable as they can talk, are curious about absolutely everything and will ask endless questions at the most inappropriate moments. Do NOT tell them beforehand that they must be quiet throughout the movie. Instead, they are encouraged to ask questions ESPECIALLY during the most exciting part of the movie when everyone would be concentrating.
Eg:
“Kakak, napa dia pegang pedang kak? Dia mau kasi mati tu panja’at kah? Napa mesti mau kasi mati, nda masuk jill (jail) kah tu starring nanti? Pulis tangkap juga kah kalau starring kasi mati panja'at?”
Or

“Kakak, napa tu hero asyik jatuh kana pukul tu panja’at tu? Dia mati kah tu last2? Ha kak, dia mati ka nanti? KAKAK!! Dingar bah!!”

For maximum annoyability (is that even a real word?), do not feed them or take them to the toilet to settle their ‘business’ before the movie. This will ensure that you will be scrambling over other cinema goer's knees and stepping on their feet to rush the wee one to the toilet or a kiddy voice screaming,” But I’m hungry. I want a waffle NOW!!!!”

Practice these tips and I guarantee that you will be the pain in everyone’s ass and if your lucky, you might even get thrown out of the cinema. You’ll the Girl-Who-Got-Thrown-Out-Of-The-Cinema-Because-She-Can’t-Shut-up. You’ll be famous! Yay! Any press is better than no press at all, no?

5 Things Travel Agents Do To Suck Up To Me (And How I Handle Them)

They Give Me Free Stuff
This is the most basic, transparent form of suking up. Expect an abundance of Kurma during Ramadhan and a flood of calendars during the end of the year. The thing is, these things are given to kind of buy you to using their service. The average person would certainly feel guilty everytime they use the service of other Travel Agents (from henceforth will be referred to as TAs).

How I Handle Them:
Accept their gifts, smile sweetly, say thank you and show them the door. Short and sweet. Check. Expressed appreciation. Check. Made no promises to use their service. Check. Unfortunately for them, I'm not so average. Being the cold-hearted bitch that I am, I choose TAs based on their COMPETENCY and not from their freebies.


Establishing Faux Friendship
TAs like these act really friendly to me.. Like, really, really, really... You get the picture. For example, there is this one Peninsular lady who grew up in Tenom, Sabah. When she knew I was a Sabahan, she would talk to me in Sabahan slang at the top of her voice so that the whole office would hear. I guess she felt that by showing that she had something in common with me I would use her service more. All she succeded was made me feel exploited... Neeeexttt!!!

How I Handle Them:
Smile and nod at the appropriate time if I'm in the mood and have the time to humor them. When I'm busy I'd just carry on doing my work and emphasizing my distractedness. Rude? That's simply a huge hint for them to stop talking and leave. If they don't take the hint, they can't blame me when they end up having a one-sided conversation with themselves now can they?


Practicing Extreme 'Effective' Communication Skills
Okay, we all know that the basics of effective communication skills includes maintaining eye contact, giving a firm hand shake and talking in a calm, clear tone of voice.. One TA in particular took it to the extreme. She would stare intently into my eyes up to the point where I felt that it's just so wrong. She would tell me her name, her company and her purpose for coming to my office loudly but sloooowwwwly as if I'm a retard. Lastly, when she shakes my hand she clasps it in a painful vice-like grip and wouldn't let go until she has finished here little introductory speech. She does this every.effing.time.we meet.

How I Handle It (she's the only one):
At times when I manage to spot her before she could see me I would just hide. Can you imagine a cartoon caracter sneaking away with just its toes moving? Yup, that's me. If I couldn't escape her, I'd just plaster on a smile, try to tug my hand free when it's appropriate and make an excuse that I need to go to the loo to cut the conversation short. She must think that I have a bladder problem because that's the 'default' excuse that I use.


Feigning Ignorance
These kind of TAs are very, very sneaky. They most probably dreamt of becoming a spy hero like 007 (My name is Bond... James Bond) when they were young and clung to that dream all the way into adulthood. They would ask me mundane questions first such as have I eaten or how was my day, etc. After a while they would start pretending to guess about the flow of flights, which department go overseas the most, etc. Of course since they only guess randomly it would always be a wrong guess. Try to show them what a smartass you are by correcting them and you'd be giving away inside information.

How I Handle Them:
Follow what the legendary boxer Mohammad Ali said: Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Flit around the subject like a butterfly by never giving any definite answers and sting with a veiled (or unveiled) verbal barb like a bee when they get offensively nosy.
Eg: Saya rasa Encik ni tak patut jadi TA lah.. Lagi sesuai jadi CSI ke, 007 ke...
Yup, stung by a bee alright.


Flirt With Me
This it seems only happens to be done by tall, fair, handsome and macho TAs. They would outrageously flirt with me and compliment me on:
1. my looks
    Eg: Oh... Ini rupanya Phyllicia... Manisnya you ni... Comel lah....
    Um, okaaayyyy... Duh...
2. my heritage
    Eg: Oooohh... Dari Sabah ya... Patutlah rupa macam Filipino... Sabah Bah! Sabah bah!
    Which goes to show that even tall, fair, handsome and macho men can be dumb.
3. the way I talk
    Eg: Lembut je you bercakap kan. Kalau you ni doktor, pesakit dengar you bercakap dah separuh
          penyakit die sembuh.
    I guess that's why I was fated to be a P.T Kew. and not a doctor. If I was, the Government would
    most probably have me locked up in ISA or something for threatening the stability of conventional
    medical practices.

How I Handle Them:
How to get rid of unwanted male attention? Talk about marriage and babies. They usually leave skid marks.

I get to meet a whole lot of people from doing Air Flight Warants. Some are nice, some are weird while others are nightmares. From this post I may look like a witch but the reality is there are times when only a certain tactics will work. For example, I tried the solution in situation 2 for situation 3 but it doesn't work on her. No amount of zealous typing on the computer and avoiding eye contact would make her go away. So it's either the loo tactic or tell her bluntly to shut up and buzz off. I may be a cold-hearted bitch but I'm not heartless. Whatever it is, all I can say is a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Leg Chair.

In case you haven’t caught on, it’s a direct translated version of the Malay term ‘Kaki Bangku’. I’ve always been a Leg Chair. All.My.Life. Put my name and any sport in the same sentence and my school friends would most probably laugh hysterically while rolling on the floor. Yup, I’m the one who fakes period cramps (every two weeks), dizziness and other medical maladies that you can think of to escape every PE session.


Sometimes I succeed. However, most of the time my Oscar Award-worthy acting didn’t get me anywhere. Not even when I threw in the ‘Bambi-Eyed’ look into the mix for good measure (Shrek wasn’t out yet way back then so I couldn’t emulate the ‘Puss-In-Boots’ look). Still, it’s a no sale so onto the field I go.

I’d be cringing in line, waiting for my turn to undergo whatever physical torture that my PE teacher might have in mind for that day. I must say, I was very resilient when it comes to trying to escape. I’d duck behind my taller friends and try my best to be invisible. When all else fails, in a last desperate attempt to free myself I’d put on an innocent face that any Cherub in Heaven would be proud of and say ,”Ih, sudah bah sia men tadi… Butul sia cakap ni cigu…”

Don’t get me wrong. I love sports… When someone else is playing it. I make a better cheerleader than an athlete. I would clap like the happiest seal in the zoo and cheer my friends (and the guy’s basketball team… *Wink*) on till I’m hoarse any day.. But actually playing sports myself? *Shudder*. So what’s up with this extreme aversion to sports that I have you might ask? Here are some of the reasons why I avoid sports like the Plague..

Phobia
I have a phobia of ball-related sports. When I was in primary 4, I was hit in the face with a basketball by an over-zealous friend of mine. The force was so hard it cracked my spectacle frame. Lucky it didn’t crack my nose as well. Needles to say I had to wear said spectacles for a WHOLE year before a sympathetic optician advised my parents to replace it. Talk about uncomfortable and so faux fabulous.

I Hate Being Sweaty and Smelly
Granted, we do occasionally sweat and smell like pigs regardless but when you play sports you ALWAYS become sweaty and smelly. It comes with the package. I guess it stemmed from my school years where we don’t get to shower after PE as the average Malaysian school don’t have shower facilities. Hence the ‘wonderful’ aroma (especially from the boys) and the ‘comfortable’ feel of our uniforms sticking to our bodies during the lessons after PE. Gross…

Fear of Letting Others Down
The good thing about being a part of a team is that everyone protects and motivates each other. Your teammates have your back, you have theirs. Together, you bring your team to a glorious, albeit shared victory and you are one big, happy family right? On the flip side, there is always the chance that you would be the one to botch things up. For example, you might be the Big Dodo who shoots for what could be the winning goal for your team in the last few seconds… And missed.. Congratulations! You have just continued your team's losing streak… Which happened to be the third year in a row. When you fail, you fail your team. I personally avoid any situation where I would have to deal with such pressure and guilt.

Personal Space Invasion.
Okay, this is a personal pet peeve of mine. I was born under the Cancer sign and thus personal space is very important, if not sacred to me. It is my comfort zone, a place where I fell warm, fuzzy and safe from the Big, Bad World. People who enter my Zone must follow my rules. Extreme? But of course. It’s just a thing that I have. With team sports, there is no such thing as personal space. Instead there’s a Helluva lot of pushing and shoving. Major personal space invasion = Major turn off.

Sportsmanship.
Like I said above, sports can involve a lot of aggression such as pushing and shoving. I hate that. It pisses me off. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the most patient person on Earth. In fact, I think I must have missed my turn when God was handing out Patience before we unborn babies were sent into the world. That being said, I’m worried that such aggression from others might trigger the She Hulk in me. When I’m pissed, I don’t play fair. Ever. Someone might get hurt. It’s not that I lack sportsmanship. I do have it, lots of ‘em. That is, after I’ve knocked out the teeth of the bitch who pushed me.

So there you have it my dear readers. My history of dodging PE, ‘Leg Chair’ing my way throughout school and my reasons for detesting, I mean, avoiding sports. If you’re one of those people who are into sports, congratulations my friend. I totally solute you. Consider this you widow into the World of They-Who-Avoids-Sports. To all my ‘Leg Chair’ Comrade of Arms, stand proud and feel free to share YOUR story for not being into sports. Cheers!

P/S: I’d like to apologize to all the PE teachers who had the misfortune of having me as their student and for contributing to their high blood pressure. It’s nothing personal really… I’m just allergic to sports… *Wink* Butul sia cakap ni cigu…

My Ambition... Reminicence.. And Something You Don't Expect..

Hello Dear Readers,

As early as I can remember as a child, I have heard of the word 'ambition'. I heard it in school when the teachers asked us to write what our ambition was back in 1st grade, I heard it at home when my father talked to my sisters (they were much older than me) and I heard it on the media.. In grade school the 'default' answers that a teacher would get from students when asked what they wanted to be is that they want to be teachers, doctors and lawyers with a sprinkle of policemen.

I remember when I was little, I went to a Funfair once (on the rare occasion that it stopped by in my small town) and I liked it so much that I wanted to be a Funfair ticket seller, sitting in the booth. Yup, laughable I know.. Hehe.. In my defence though (aside from being only 6 or 7 years old), it was because I thought that if I could be a Funfair ticket seller, I would be able to travel with the Funfair troupe and have fun every single day. That was the first of a string of ambition that was to follow.

My dad then planted the idea in my head that I should be a Gynocologist (Did I spell that correctly?). He said that I would make a lot of money out of it. I think I was 9 years old at that time. From that day onwards everytime someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up I would say that I want to be a Gynocologist. The funny thing was, I didn't even know what that is. It was a good thing the other kids didn't know what that was either. That would have been soooo embarassing.. Hahaha...

Starting highschool I developed an interest in human behaviour. I believed (and still do) that 'different people react differently in different situations at different times'. It's so amazing how a change of venue could lead to a completely different reaction from the same person, same situation and time.. So, I toyed with the idea to become a Psychologist or a Counsellor (forgive me if I spelled that wrong too) for about four years. By the time I was in Form 4 I booted both careers 'out the window' because I felt that I didn't have the detachment required for both career. I just KNOW that I would get emotionally involved with my client's problems.

It was around that time that a becoming a teacher was 'in'. It seemed that EVERYONE wanted to be a teacher whether it was teaching Maths, Science or English. Other subjects were not so popular then. One of my strong subjects in school was English. Everyone was telling me that I should apply for TESL (Teaching English as a Second Language). I didn't have the calling to become a teacher, never have and maybe I never will. I did apply though, just to humor my parents who were about to have palpitations when I said I didn't want to be a teacher. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against educators at all, I was just not interested in the field.

After SPM I couldn't think AT ALL what I wanted to be. I was a Science Stream student but I wasn't good at it. I was offered a Business Studies course for Diploma and I discovered a love for Accounts. Yup, you guessed it, after that I wanted to be in the Accounting field. However, at the same time there was a lot of buzz going around about going into the Government Sector because of all the perks and benefits. This year I have been blessed to be able to have the opportunity to work in both fields..

After that variety of ambitions and working experiences, you'd think that I would have found the right career for me right? Well... Let's just say not exactly.. How so? you might ask... You see, I'm not the highflyer that most people have the tendency to view me to be. I don't aim to have a high post or be in a position of power. I'm a family person, I like to do things for my loved ones such as cook for them especially when I feel comfortable in their kitchen. I like taking care of them and I like being taken cared of.. If I were to be perfectly, PERFECTLY honest... I wouldn't mind being a housewife.

There, I've said it. Shocked? I'm not surprised. There's not a lot of people out there who considers being a housewife as a career because there is no salary involved, no pay raise and no promotions. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions. For me it is an ongoing career, a career that requires dedication, motivation also Planning, Leading, Organizing and Controling (Yup, I still remember the PLOC from Business Management class.. Madam Hasnah would be proud.. Hahaha...). The ultimate reward for me is not a Bonus at the end of the year, it is not missing out a moment on seeing my children growing up, hopefully to become upstanding citizens and leaders of the future.

Sure, a lot of women out there work in high positions and have families as well and manage both outstandingly. It all boils down to the individual I guess. Personally, I have never been the kind of person who can juggle several major things at once. I don't think that I would be able to handle working and studying at the same time for example. In order to take really good job of taking care of my spouse and children with a clean, comfortable house to live in and good food to fill their bellies I would need a lot of time at my disposal. SO... If I HAVE to choose between a career and my future family, God willing, I'm more than willing to give my career up for them.

Stupid? Maybe. Will it be worth it in the end? I don't know.. What I DO know is that when it comes to work, nobody is indespensable. At the end of the day when I'm old and grey, my career won't be the one that takes care of me, help me get in and out of bed and feed me. God willing, it will be my life partner and children.

A Challenge and a Blessing

Hi dear readers...
As I have told you in my previous blog I have been given a job offer in the government sector and I have already started my job. I tried looking for a room to rent nearer to my workplace but unfortunately the rooms get snapped up so fast. I searched in websites like mudah.com and caribilik.com but still there's nothing available. I also went to the apartments and called the number on the ads. Some of them were only put up the day before yet when I called someone has actually taken it.

That being said I had to stay at my sister's place in KL and commute using two different modes of transportation. For the first two weeks my sister had to send me to the train station where I had to take the KL Transit train. It's very fast, only 20 minutes to reach my destination and then I had to take a but to my office. Althought the train enables me to reach my destination real quickly, the fare is RM9.50 ONE WAY. So in a day my transportation cost is RM19 a day including the bus fare.

This week I started using the bus from my sister's area directly to the bus terminal where I'm working and then take another bus to the office. The fare is so,so much cheaper, being Rapid KL I only had to pay a bus fare of RM2 and I can use the same ticket to go back. However, as anyone in KL commuting using any bus service would know, buses are sooooo not a comfortable way to travel. It also takes about 50 minutes (65 minutes if we get stuck in a jam) to get there and its soooo packed. Geez..

Going to work is not so bad as people are still 'fresh' so to speak early in the morning. Coming back from work is a different matter. The smells of 60 sweaty people meshed together like sardines in a can is almost if not unbearable. If you're lucky enough to get a seat but it's near the 'lane' in the middle of the bus, expect to have someone's wide open armpits or butt in you face. The other day I had to stand up for nearly half an hour into the journey and as the bus was packed to the limit we were all barely 2 inches apart. I had no room to manouver and ended up having to stand self-conciously close to men (with 'dragon breath' no less) that I don't know for that long. That is no less uncomfortable let me tell you.

But you know what dear readers? I have begun to look at the situation where I can't seem to get a house and have to go through so much hassle before I can get to work or get home as a Blessing in disguise. If I had gotten a house near my workplace I wouldn't have had to get out of my comfort zone and discovered more than one way to get to work or from my sister's place out to a few shopping complexes. I used to have to rely fully on my sister to send me to places that I want to go but now I'm becoming more independent now cuz I'm getting to know my way around. So next Monday I will be starting the whole 'butt-or-pits-in-the-face'and the'standing-eyeballs-to-eyeballs-with-drangon-breathed-men' routine again.

Well I guess that's enough sharing for now. Enjoy your weekend.. Toodles..