I have a million and one things in my mind to say and yet there is absolutely no time for me to put it down.
When I was walking to work, or when I'm in the tube on the way to work, when I'm stuck at work wandering away, I have all these things that runs through my head that I wish I have the luxury to just type it down here.
And just when I finally found time, things just down flow as nice already. Oh well, I'll just try as much as I can.
Well, for starters, we just woke up and I'm typing away still in bed after 12 hours of sleep on a (very) lazy Sunday afternoon. I tell you, time just wheeze past by since we started work. A typical day on a weekday would be both Des and I waking up in the morning to go work together. Timing was such that it allows us to go work at the same time. And the bus and tube is on the same route too, though Des gets off much earlier and I still have to change another train before I arrived to mine.
But though the need to wake up at 7am every morning for work, something that I am so unwillingly do in KL, its ok here cause its already bright at 7am, hence my rule of waking up after the sun was good enough. And the fact that we're both leaving for work makes it even more bearable. And its work for both of us, and when its off work, we'll both arrive at the station together and get home for dinner.
Now, I know for a fact that this "bliss" will not last long. Des's MO has yet to reply, and he just receive news that his current job may not last as long as we thought. And without Des getting a permanent job, I'm stuck with this data entry job.
For as long as it will last, I know I will enjoy it. As I know for a fact that our lifestyle will never be like any normal couple. So, this is what its like to work in the weekdays together, and come back home together for dinner. So, this is what feels like to have the weekend together to relax and to do things together.
I know I am going to miss this.
How is London you may ask?
London is great, and you know what, Malaysia is a great place afterall. :)
There are many things that, like my friend put it, "you'll come to realize a lot of other things after staying here for a while". Its true afterall.
Without giving away too much, I'll say that our LRT is actually not that bad, and our Telekom provides good customer service. All those of you complaining how expensive it is to maintain a car, be grateful cause at least you OWN a car. If you just purchase your first home, you're even luckier.
Seriously.
Yes, certain things may be generally cheaper here, such as a trolley full of supermarket stuff would cost less than 50 pounds where else 10 items in our Giant would cost us RM80. Eating out in a post place would only be 30, where else it would easily be RM80-RM100.
One thing for sure, the lifestyle is different. Back home, we're some executives who earn good money for us to spend in such a way. Here, we're just struggling clerks who earns barely enough to cover our expenses. Kid you not, that's the reality check. It took me about 3 weeks to realized that though that I may be competent, I'll never be able to deliver that I did back home. Purely because of the way I speak.
Now, thats another story.
The point is, even though eating out only cost 30 pounds, it still is expensive cause we just dont have that kinda luxury anymore. And to think at at least back home we still own a car and house makes it all good, cause a lot of executives here wont be able to have that.
So, what's this argument about London being the most expensive place to stay?
That is also another long story which involves a short argument between me and my supervisor.
Oh, note to self, talk about rasicm too, next time. This is REALLY interesting.
OK, Des needs the laptop now. Update next time! :P
And the countdown begins!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Life is good. Finally.
And life in London has properly begin...
Sitting on my bed typing away with my laptop using wireless is bliss. Its so bliss cause I've never been able to do this before.
Many things have crossed my mind for the past 3 weeks that we're here. We're in our fourth week already, can you believe it? I've had TWO nervous breakdown, and the thought of not having a job drove me and Des crazy. Really, try having a holiday that you know for as long as it stretch, it is going to end worst-er. Gettit? Seriously, a holiday is NOT a holiday if there is not end date.
Have I mentioned that I miss working? My breakdown was not so much of not able to secure a job, but rather, the thought of NOT working. Technically, I didnt really do much since the day I hand in my resignation from the hill. And that is like the 2nd of Jan. And its been three months since I've properly worked. I miss going to work, I miss handing the PC, I miss talking up calls, I miss getting ready for work. How crazy is that?
Anyway, just came back from my first day of work. Its some data entry job that is so mind boggling. Mind boggling because its supposed to be data entry but theres so many discrepancies I ended up putting up comments asking for status for each entry rather than completing it. Its something like extracting an index from a database to search in another database for another name or something to that effect. Something that really doesnt need to cross the brain for instruction. Towards the end of the day, my hand already got a mind of its own. (having said that, funny how I am doing data entry when my attention to detail is like absolutely zero).
And it is so cekai that the dress code is casual, meaning jeans and t-shirt. And the environment is very quiet like call centre, where everyone is just busy typing. Luckily there is a radio right in front of me and the person next to me needs it to be high in volume, otherwise I would have gone crazy (by the way, my throat got bad and technically I lost my voice while sitting around not talking). And the pay was so-so, though I've heard of higher pay if I work in admin.
But I wasnt complaining. The fact that I'm back out in the office typing away is what making me happy. Though towards the end it was absolutely boring me out of death, the fact that I'm working gives the excitement that I miss.
Anyway, now that I've got a job, its only natural I wanted to demand for more. Perhaps, with this so-called local experience, I'll be able to secure other jobs.
I'm happy. Finally.
But of course, u'd think I dont dread the time when Des will be working? That is IF he got what he wanted. Then it will be back to just like the hill time, he'll be working through the weekends and nights.
Not something for me to look forward to.
But all I can think of right now, is how comfortable I am lazing on the bed with the TV in front of me and me typing away in my wireless connection. Life is good.
For now anyway :)
Sitting on my bed typing away with my laptop using wireless is bliss. Its so bliss cause I've never been able to do this before.
Many things have crossed my mind for the past 3 weeks that we're here. We're in our fourth week already, can you believe it? I've had TWO nervous breakdown, and the thought of not having a job drove me and Des crazy. Really, try having a holiday that you know for as long as it stretch, it is going to end worst-er. Gettit? Seriously, a holiday is NOT a holiday if there is not end date.
Have I mentioned that I miss working? My breakdown was not so much of not able to secure a job, but rather, the thought of NOT working. Technically, I didnt really do much since the day I hand in my resignation from the hill. And that is like the 2nd of Jan. And its been three months since I've properly worked. I miss going to work, I miss handing the PC, I miss talking up calls, I miss getting ready for work. How crazy is that?
Anyway, just came back from my first day of work. Its some data entry job that is so mind boggling. Mind boggling because its supposed to be data entry but theres so many discrepancies I ended up putting up comments asking for status for each entry rather than completing it. Its something like extracting an index from a database to search in another database for another name or something to that effect. Something that really doesnt need to cross the brain for instruction. Towards the end of the day, my hand already got a mind of its own. (having said that, funny how I am doing data entry when my attention to detail is like absolutely zero).
And it is so cekai that the dress code is casual, meaning jeans and t-shirt. And the environment is very quiet like call centre, where everyone is just busy typing. Luckily there is a radio right in front of me and the person next to me needs it to be high in volume, otherwise I would have gone crazy (by the way, my throat got bad and technically I lost my voice while sitting around not talking). And the pay was so-so, though I've heard of higher pay if I work in admin.
But I wasnt complaining. The fact that I'm back out in the office typing away is what making me happy. Though towards the end it was absolutely boring me out of death, the fact that I'm working gives the excitement that I miss.
Anyway, now that I've got a job, its only natural I wanted to demand for more. Perhaps, with this so-called local experience, I'll be able to secure other jobs.
I'm happy. Finally.
But of course, u'd think I dont dread the time when Des will be working? That is IF he got what he wanted. Then it will be back to just like the hill time, he'll be working through the weekends and nights.
Not something for me to look forward to.
But all I can think of right now, is how comfortable I am lazing on the bed with the TV in front of me and me typing away in my wireless connection. Life is good.
For now anyway :)
Thursday, April 03, 2008
03/04/08
We have broadband in our place now!
However, I wont have much time to use as as I'm due to work tomorrow onwards!
I have no idea what the work is about. So I guess I'll just have to cross my fingers and hope for the best.
Perhaps, things will be alright or else I'll be crying on my way home. Again. :)
Monday, March 31, 2008
31/03/08
I know I have been neglecting this place. There are so many thoughts that I wanted to put up but with the lack of internet has prevented me to do so.
We've arranged for internet in our place so hopefully things would be more convineant soon.
I miss this place. Dont worry, I wont kill you off I promise!
We've arranged for internet in our place so hopefully things would be more convineant soon.
I miss this place. Dont worry, I wont kill you off I promise!
Thursday, March 06, 2008
What would you do?
Would you rather be told a lie than not to be told the truth?
A persons walks up to you and asks a question that you do not want to answer. Do you:
a) tell a lie, or
b) give a nonchalant answer and walks away.
You walk up to a person and asks a question that he/she does not want to answer. Would you rather:
a) he/she tells you a lie, or
b) he/she gives a nonchalant answer and walks away.
A friend walks up to you and asks a question that you do not want to answer. Do you:
a) tell a lie, or
b) give a nonchalant answer and walks away.
You walk up to a friend and asks a question that he/she does not want to answer. Would you rather:
a) he/she tells you a lie, or
b) he/she gives a nonchalant answer and walks away.
A family member walks up to you and asks a question that you do not want to answer. Do you:
a) tell a lie, or
b) give a nonchalant answer and walks away.
You walk up to a family member and asks a question that he/she does not want to answer. Would you rather:
a) he/she tells you a lie, or
b) he/she gives a nonchalant answer and walks away.
See, I am not so mean afterall...
A persons walks up to you and asks a question that you do not want to answer. Do you:
a) tell a lie, or
b) give a nonchalant answer and walks away.
You walk up to a person and asks a question that he/she does not want to answer. Would you rather:
a) he/she tells you a lie, or
b) he/she gives a nonchalant answer and walks away.
A friend walks up to you and asks a question that you do not want to answer. Do you:
a) tell a lie, or
b) give a nonchalant answer and walks away.
You walk up to a friend and asks a question that he/she does not want to answer. Would you rather:
a) he/she tells you a lie, or
b) he/she gives a nonchalant answer and walks away.
A family member walks up to you and asks a question that you do not want to answer. Do you:
a) tell a lie, or
b) give a nonchalant answer and walks away.
You walk up to a family member and asks a question that he/she does not want to answer. Would you rather:
a) he/she tells you a lie, or
b) he/she gives a nonchalant answer and walks away.
See, I am not so mean afterall...
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Preliminary Packing
When I weigh the bag, it is approx 20kg. Whoa, talk about ngam ngam.
To be honest, I've actually started packing 3 weeks ago. And the bag was actually 80% complete back then. Then the bad news hit and I lost interest in packing.
Until today.
So, its almost like opening a box full of goodies as I could hardly remember what I chuck inside the bag three weeks ago. I was (as always) getting worried whether I've enough clothes and when I check the bag, i go "Oh yea, so this is where its been..."
What's in the bag?
- Baju-lah of course
- four pairs of shoes
- 2 sweaters and 1 trenchcoat
- one full set of Dermalogica
- underwear
- scarfs (come to think of it, I really dont remember which ones are inside...)
- makeup and earrings (half thinking whether I should bring it along)
Everything else that didnt make the cut the first time around 3 weeks ago has all been given away. And I suspect a final round would be done to those to do not make it to the bag by the end of this week.
So what else do I need? I still need to get a a bit more on toiletries, get my certs photostated, and above all, hope get a new pair of specs.
I am going to miss my family, I am not going to lie. But I hope they understand.
Oh well, I'm the kind that burries problems and issues deep deep down hoping that it will go away on its own.
To be honest, I've actually started packing 3 weeks ago. And the bag was actually 80% complete back then. Then the bad news hit and I lost interest in packing.
Until today.
So, its almost like opening a box full of goodies as I could hardly remember what I chuck inside the bag three weeks ago. I was (as always) getting worried whether I've enough clothes and when I check the bag, i go "Oh yea, so this is where its been..."
What's in the bag?
- Baju-lah of course
- four pairs of shoes
- 2 sweaters and 1 trenchcoat
- one full set of Dermalogica
- underwear
- scarfs (come to think of it, I really dont remember which ones are inside...)
- makeup and earrings (half thinking whether I should bring it along)
Everything else that didnt make the cut the first time around 3 weeks ago has all been given away. And I suspect a final round would be done to those to do not make it to the bag by the end of this week.
So what else do I need? I still need to get a a bit more on toiletries, get my certs photostated, and above all, hope get a new pair of specs.
I am going to miss my family, I am not going to lie. But I hope they understand.
Oh well, I'm the kind that burries problems and issues deep deep down hoping that it will go away on its own.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Past three weeks
I know my past posts has been somewhat dull. But only its because for the past three weeks, life hasnt been exactly "normal". So I promised myself that I will put up a proper update on what has been happening for the past three weeks.
Now, lets go back to 5th Feb, where it all begins. It was my last day of work up the hill. It was a quiet day as most of my colleagues has already left earlier for their CNY break. In fact, i think only about 20% were still around. So it was a quiet last day, but I was just as excited. We've packed up all our things into the car and it was packed up to the brim! I nearly dont have space for myself. Haha! Was I sad at that time? As mentioned, I was too excited about too many other things to realized that I was leaving for good.
CNY came and went. We went up to Ipoh over the weekend. And I was trying to recall the last time I went back, which would very well be more than 10 years ago. Funny when I made a remark saying the house looked a lot smaller than I remembered, and that's when my cousin said that its because we are all now grown up. Makes sense, cause I remembered running all the way back to the kitchen when I was small and now it took me only a few steps to arrive. I wanted Des to be around during that time, but unfortunately he couldnt make it. Oh well, I really dont know when will be the next time that I will be back...
Now the week after CNY was shaky, cause many things happened and the arrangements for the tip went haywired. Now that you know, my flight was delayed to the 9th March (I was originally scheduled to fly on the 2nd). Nevertheless, I shall not dwell on it. My accomodation has been confirmed, we will be staying somewhere near Wimbledon, in a house that De's father's friend own. We went around KL this week do, to clear up some stuff. Our taxes has been cleared, money has been arranged, bag packed (60%), room packed (70%), bills paid, a couple of farewells, etc. Oh yea, that was when we finally decided to buy a Dell, and it is working fine right now. I must say that the delivery has been very prompt. Imagine, I ordered on Tuesday and I got it on Saturday!
Soon after that, the registration date came. Frankly speaking, I was in a dazed, as true as many would have described, it was over before I knew it. We went for lunch after the short ceremony, and my brother caught me by suprised when he asked, "So are you happy?". I paused for a second, realizing that indeed, there were many other things on my mind, and three seconds later I replied, "It was what I wanted".
In between the days of the three weeks, I spend most of the time lazing around the house watching TV and sleeping the days off. Frankly speaking, after 3 weeks of not working, I am feeling really bored. I miss the challenge, I miss fighting for my rights, I miss having things to do, etc. As much as I love sleeping in, I know waking up late really screws up your system. Thats why I choose to wake up early at 6am for a week to ferry kids to kindy. Got nagging from parents, but its a lot deeper than that. Things are (as always) more complicated than it is...
With less than ten days left prior to the trip, most of our remaining days has been filled with loads of activities, yamcha here, bbq there, dinner here and lunch there. I do realized that I will miss my family, but I told Des, "This needs to be done." He replied, "No, there is always a choice." "I know, but I hope they'll understand..."
Perhaps, I would be able to finally sense the excitement as the date draws near...
Now, lets go back to 5th Feb, where it all begins. It was my last day of work up the hill. It was a quiet day as most of my colleagues has already left earlier for their CNY break. In fact, i think only about 20% were still around. So it was a quiet last day, but I was just as excited. We've packed up all our things into the car and it was packed up to the brim! I nearly dont have space for myself. Haha! Was I sad at that time? As mentioned, I was too excited about too many other things to realized that I was leaving for good.
CNY came and went. We went up to Ipoh over the weekend. And I was trying to recall the last time I went back, which would very well be more than 10 years ago. Funny when I made a remark saying the house looked a lot smaller than I remembered, and that's when my cousin said that its because we are all now grown up. Makes sense, cause I remembered running all the way back to the kitchen when I was small and now it took me only a few steps to arrive. I wanted Des to be around during that time, but unfortunately he couldnt make it. Oh well, I really dont know when will be the next time that I will be back...
Now the week after CNY was shaky, cause many things happened and the arrangements for the tip went haywired. Now that you know, my flight was delayed to the 9th March (I was originally scheduled to fly on the 2nd). Nevertheless, I shall not dwell on it. My accomodation has been confirmed, we will be staying somewhere near Wimbledon, in a house that De's father's friend own. We went around KL this week do, to clear up some stuff. Our taxes has been cleared, money has been arranged, bag packed (60%), room packed (70%), bills paid, a couple of farewells, etc. Oh yea, that was when we finally decided to buy a Dell, and it is working fine right now. I must say that the delivery has been very prompt. Imagine, I ordered on Tuesday and I got it on Saturday!
Soon after that, the registration date came. Frankly speaking, I was in a dazed, as true as many would have described, it was over before I knew it. We went for lunch after the short ceremony, and my brother caught me by suprised when he asked, "So are you happy?". I paused for a second, realizing that indeed, there were many other things on my mind, and three seconds later I replied, "It was what I wanted".
In between the days of the three weeks, I spend most of the time lazing around the house watching TV and sleeping the days off. Frankly speaking, after 3 weeks of not working, I am feeling really bored. I miss the challenge, I miss fighting for my rights, I miss having things to do, etc. As much as I love sleeping in, I know waking up late really screws up your system. Thats why I choose to wake up early at 6am for a week to ferry kids to kindy. Got nagging from parents, but its a lot deeper than that. Things are (as always) more complicated than it is...
With less than ten days left prior to the trip, most of our remaining days has been filled with loads of activities, yamcha here, bbq there, dinner here and lunch there. I do realized that I will miss my family, but I told Des, "This needs to be done." He replied, "No, there is always a choice." "I know, but I hope they'll understand..."
Perhaps, I would be able to finally sense the excitement as the date draws near...
Saturday, February 23, 2008
28/02/08
:) I have put up my first post in my picture blog! Go http://www.picturesinthemaking.blogspot.com/ and check it out!
Anyway, I seems to have problems with Blogger.
First, i cant seems to be able to save and the retrieve the saved post to edit. I am not able to retrieve any saved changes whenever I wanted to edit a post. It always goes back to the first saved draft, regardless of how many times I've updated it.
Second, the date is all wrong. Imagine my first post about 26th Feb is posted on the 23rd Feb! Makes it look so ridiculous, but with reference to the first problem, it took me too long and too many tries to change it again.
Third, I just realized, Blogger isnt the most friendliest place to upload pictures. Apparently, I can only upload 5 each times. Die, how am I gonna do a pictorial blog if it isnt easy in the first place???
We'll see how long I can manage posting in two places. I still have problems deciding which goes where.
Alright, I'm tired. There are many things in my mind and life right now. But I'm sure I'll find time to post it up soon enough...
Anyway, I seems to have problems with Blogger.
First, i cant seems to be able to save and the retrieve the saved post to edit. I am not able to retrieve any saved changes whenever I wanted to edit a post. It always goes back to the first saved draft, regardless of how many times I've updated it.
Second, the date is all wrong. Imagine my first post about 26th Feb is posted on the 23rd Feb! Makes it look so ridiculous, but with reference to the first problem, it took me too long and too many tries to change it again.
Third, I just realized, Blogger isnt the most friendliest place to upload pictures. Apparently, I can only upload 5 each times. Die, how am I gonna do a pictorial blog if it isnt easy in the first place???
We'll see how long I can manage posting in two places. I still have problems deciding which goes where.
Alright, I'm tired. There are many things in my mind and life right now. But I'm sure I'll find time to post it up soon enough...
25/02/08
I cannot lah. No matter how much I try to forget, it still come back haunting me. Past week has been absolutely horrible.
Its like a healing wound that gets cut up everytime it starts the healing process you know. You know the dried scab on a wound? Its like everytime somebody ask me about it, I dig away the scab and its an open wound again.
Honestly, I've tried very very hard to avoid talking about it for as long as I could. Why? Its so to give time for the would to perhaps heal a little bit more so that the next time around someone ask me about it, when I dig into the wound, the wound is not as deep and it wont hurt so much anymore.
I dont know why. One minute I'm absolutely convinced that I am over it, the next moment when the topic is bought up, I could feel the anger brewing inside me again.
I know Des feels absolutely horrible about this, but trust me babe, I'm really doing the very best that I can. I'm trying very hard to put this behind me. Somehow or rather, it still refuses to leave me. It must be something deeper than this...
This issue has disturb me so much until I couldnt properly sleep. Heck, I was so caught up in it that I suddenly only realized that today is the last day that I will be a legally single. It is so bad until I didnt even realized this and I guess the pressure spilled over to the registration issues.
I.Hate.This.
Can you believe that I cannot even enjoy the fact that I'm getting married soon.
I guess nobody really knows just how much the original date means to me. All I really want now is to just get away so that we could start a life on our own. Its bad enough that we have 101 things to worry about when we're there. Now, we couldnt even do anything to prepare for it. And then they have the cheek to say how come we didnt do anything.
See, now I'm back to being angry all over again. Sigh, why cant I just stop being difficult???
Its like a healing wound that gets cut up everytime it starts the healing process you know. You know the dried scab on a wound? Its like everytime somebody ask me about it, I dig away the scab and its an open wound again.
Honestly, I've tried very very hard to avoid talking about it for as long as I could. Why? Its so to give time for the would to perhaps heal a little bit more so that the next time around someone ask me about it, when I dig into the wound, the wound is not as deep and it wont hurt so much anymore.
I dont know why. One minute I'm absolutely convinced that I am over it, the next moment when the topic is bought up, I could feel the anger brewing inside me again.
I know Des feels absolutely horrible about this, but trust me babe, I'm really doing the very best that I can. I'm trying very hard to put this behind me. Somehow or rather, it still refuses to leave me. It must be something deeper than this...
This issue has disturb me so much until I couldnt properly sleep. Heck, I was so caught up in it that I suddenly only realized that today is the last day that I will be a legally single. It is so bad until I didnt even realized this and I guess the pressure spilled over to the registration issues.
I.Hate.This.
Can you believe that I cannot even enjoy the fact that I'm getting married soon.
I guess nobody really knows just how much the original date means to me. All I really want now is to just get away so that we could start a life on our own. Its bad enough that we have 101 things to worry about when we're there. Now, we couldnt even do anything to prepare for it. And then they have the cheek to say how come we didnt do anything.
See, now I'm back to being angry all over again. Sigh, why cant I just stop being difficult???
Colbie Caillat - Bubbly
There shall be no more YouTube from now on cause my Dell is up and hopefully will be able to revive my music collection.
Anyway, past week has been, how should I say, not been going as I planned.
Yes, my flight has been delayed to 9th March, hence the updated Ticker above and the days counting down to the flight has been extended. There were issues, and I shall not divulge in it as it was very personal.
Frankly speaking, I have been trying NOT to blog especially for the past week in fear I wrote something that I will regret. Usually, I will write down during my most angry times as I want to capture the intense feeling that I am having then.
But this time its different as it involve a person what is very personal to us and it makes it difficult to dictates my feelings out as I do not want to have the issue anymore worst that it already is.
Pokoknya, what is done is done and I keep reminding myself to only concentrate on what is important. Right now, I'm trying to tell myself to only think about the ROM and anything else I'll deal with it later. With things happening, I've not been able to fully concentrate on the registration and I do not want to think about the trip anymore right now.
Anyway, I'm playing Colbie Caillat's Bubbly right now. No doubt it is a great song, but it is also apparently Sue Ann's favourite song. Whenever I hear the song being played, I'll remember the way the 6 year old sings in the car, and the way she asked me to increase the volume of the radio whenever it is being played and the way she sing along to the song in her own special 6-year old way.
Anyway, past week has been, how should I say, not been going as I planned.
Yes, my flight has been delayed to 9th March, hence the updated Ticker above and the days counting down to the flight has been extended. There were issues, and I shall not divulge in it as it was very personal.
Frankly speaking, I have been trying NOT to blog especially for the past week in fear I wrote something that I will regret. Usually, I will write down during my most angry times as I want to capture the intense feeling that I am having then.
But this time its different as it involve a person what is very personal to us and it makes it difficult to dictates my feelings out as I do not want to have the issue anymore worst that it already is.
Pokoknya, what is done is done and I keep reminding myself to only concentrate on what is important. Right now, I'm trying to tell myself to only think about the ROM and anything else I'll deal with it later. With things happening, I've not been able to fully concentrate on the registration and I do not want to think about the trip anymore right now.
Anyway, I'm playing Colbie Caillat's Bubbly right now. No doubt it is a great song, but it is also apparently Sue Ann's favourite song. Whenever I hear the song being played, I'll remember the way the 6 year old sings in the car, and the way she asked me to increase the volume of the radio whenever it is being played and the way she sing along to the song in her own special 6-year old way.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
19/02/2008
Been very busy for the past week.
Wake up 6am to drive kids to their kindy for a week
Did my tax clearance (but still waiting for letter)
Bought a Dell
Bought a shockproof, waterproof, freezeproof camera
Bought a year supply of Dermalogica
Pack and clean my room (still have about 30% to do)
Done a preliminary packing for the trip
Created a new blog but no post yet (wait, the Dell, camera and Photoshop will come together soon).
I still have a long list of things to do. Don’t ask me “why I never do earlier” because life is like that.
And last minute arrangement screws up our accommodation plans in UK upon arrival so we will end up sleeping on the street or delaying the flight.
I’d rather sleep on the street.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Pictorial Blog?
I'm starting a new blog to document the pictures that I'll be taking from now on. I haven't really decided on the name yet, so will "announce" it later when its up and running. You could go to my profile to peek first (though dont expect anything fantastic yet... or ever).
I do like taking pictures, but sadly, I haven’t make use my of Canon Powershot A80 ever since I bought it 4 years ago. I mean, I did initially when I first bought it, but I haven’t really understand and fully utilized the function that came with the camera. It has P, TV, Av, M, C1, C2, etc functions that I still haven’t managed to tell the difference. A high price to pay for something that I hardly use.
Three years later, with the relocation plan to London, I've decided to resurrect it. I'm still in the mist of testing a few batteries, cause I'm still not sure about its power and I think the LED screen is going off (with 30% of the screen slightly darker than the rest). It is taking longer than it originally does to on it and the main button for taking pictures also take 2 second longer to react.
Hence, I'm still undecided whether to buy another camera for the trip or after. Obviously, money is a factor. I'll play around with the pictures before deciding.
So much for introducing a place of pictures with the first post of nothing but words. I'm in the mist of downloading Photoshop, which hopefully I will be able to adjust and amend the pictures that I took. I look forward to doing more of these picture stuff when I have a laptop (soon I hope!).
We’ll see…
I do like taking pictures, but sadly, I haven’t make use my of Canon Powershot A80 ever since I bought it 4 years ago. I mean, I did initially when I first bought it, but I haven’t really understand and fully utilized the function that came with the camera. It has P, TV, Av, M, C1, C2, etc functions that I still haven’t managed to tell the difference. A high price to pay for something that I hardly use.
Three years later, with the relocation plan to London, I've decided to resurrect it. I'm still in the mist of testing a few batteries, cause I'm still not sure about its power and I think the LED screen is going off (with 30% of the screen slightly darker than the rest). It is taking longer than it originally does to on it and the main button for taking pictures also take 2 second longer to react.
Hence, I'm still undecided whether to buy another camera for the trip or after. Obviously, money is a factor. I'll play around with the pictures before deciding.
So much for introducing a place of pictures with the first post of nothing but words. I'm in the mist of downloading Photoshop, which hopefully I will be able to adjust and amend the pictures that I took. I look forward to doing more of these picture stuff when I have a laptop (soon I hope!).
We’ll see…
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Lame Jokes
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
Men are blind. It’s too dark over there.
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
We have a knack to see and realize obvious things. It’s brighter over here.
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
What compromise? They came over to a brighter place on Earth, while we are suppose to learn how to live life a little blurry.
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
Things are supposed to be clearer for them. Yea right, wait till they go over our place.
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
No seriously. A little light and they thought they’ve seen it all.
Men are blind. It’s too dark over there.
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
We have a knack to see and realize obvious things. It’s brighter over here.
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
What compromise? They came over to a brighter place on Earth, while we are suppose to learn how to live life a little blurry.
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
Things are supposed to be clearer for them. Yea right, wait till they go over our place.
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
No seriously. A little light and they thought they’ve seen it all.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Rich Bride, Poor Bride
Yes, 5th Feb was my last day up in the hill. And I have not look back since.
Partly its because I was bogged down with many other things, such as preparation for CNY, ROM and the trip.
After making about 3 trips down with the car packed to the brim, not only do I have to unload and unpack, I have to pack up things in my room to make room for the things that I brought down. Also, I forsee another round of packing AFTER I finish packing for the trip as there is no point keeping stuff for another year when i'm not around.
Funnily though, exhausting and tiring as it were, I'm not complaining. I find the act of packing up stuff very stress relieving, almost as it it re-energizes me as I unclutter my room. The act of packing up stuff to throw/give away is certainly very refreshing, perhaps, it reflects my need for a change as I prepare for a life changing month...
Anyway, the point is, I came across a list of things that I found on the internet long long time ago. Something about things that you should do in your life. I glanced through the list and I stopped at one.
"Be engaged at least six months before you married".
My heart dropped for a moment as I paused to think about the statement. "I'm only engaged for less than two months". The problem is, before I was reminded by the statement, I'd always thought that I was engaged for a very long time (which contributes to the issue on why I wanted to get married) because I always thought that I was proposed to seven years ago which I promptly accepted. Unfortunately, as years went by, I came to realized that the particular incident was not what I thought it was.
I know I'm being dramatic again, but drama is what makes this interesting...
Apparently, i am only "officially" engaged the moment he proposed at the beginning of this year. Which only leaves me two months to prepare before the registering of marriage. (And he wanders how come I expected it. Of course, otherwise, it will be no time to prepare! *roll eyes*). Logic plays a very important part in my life, hence the logistics of the whole thing was pretty logical.
Hence, all these time while I am thinking that I'm "engaged", I'm not. So, I got a pretty rude shock when I realized what being "officially engaged" means. Cause when it is official only I can start talking about making plans, money and many more issues. I told you I was banned from talking these stuff before the proposal. What to do, seven years of courtship and I cant discuss these kinda things and I'm only given two months to deal with it (Tell me how not to be mad about it? - I'm being dramatic, so read along...)
The sudden influx of information (bridal magazines, bridal forums, bridal websites, bridal this bridal that) sends me into this frenzy that I cannot control. Yes, I am only registering and not doing the actual ceremony yet, but you cant blame me cause apparently these are what soon-to-be-brides do (stick finger in mouth to gag).
Part of me wants to keep things as simple as possible purely on logistical issues. No money, no time and no planning. However, a very tiny part of me wants it to be magical. But I cannot even afford a new dress, let alone a photographer to take pictures. Suprise suprise, the desperate side of me actually wrote an email to a photograher practically begging him to do it for free.
Being engaged changed me as well. Obviously my topic of conversations has changed. I was talking to a cousin of mine (whom we barely exchanged meaningful conversation) about the issue of people adding their two cents of thoughts on our plans. "So what if its a marriage of convineance? So what if we're not ready for it? What can they do?" Which she proceeds to playfully slap me and said, "You are as stubborn as any one of our family." How true...
Well, dont worry so much about the statement (cause again, I have to remind you that I'm being dramatic and all). But then again, I found out something that makes me totally disgusted. I dont know which is worst, discovering the information or him looking at me and go, "Whats wrong with that?".
Funny how this post coincides with the start of my PMS week.
Happy Chinese New Years everyone!
Partly its because I was bogged down with many other things, such as preparation for CNY, ROM and the trip.
After making about 3 trips down with the car packed to the brim, not only do I have to unload and unpack, I have to pack up things in my room to make room for the things that I brought down. Also, I forsee another round of packing AFTER I finish packing for the trip as there is no point keeping stuff for another year when i'm not around.
Funnily though, exhausting and tiring as it were, I'm not complaining. I find the act of packing up stuff very stress relieving, almost as it it re-energizes me as I unclutter my room. The act of packing up stuff to throw/give away is certainly very refreshing, perhaps, it reflects my need for a change as I prepare for a life changing month...
Anyway, the point is, I came across a list of things that I found on the internet long long time ago. Something about things that you should do in your life. I glanced through the list and I stopped at one.
"Be engaged at least six months before you married".
My heart dropped for a moment as I paused to think about the statement. "I'm only engaged for less than two months". The problem is, before I was reminded by the statement, I'd always thought that I was engaged for a very long time (which contributes to the issue on why I wanted to get married) because I always thought that I was proposed to seven years ago which I promptly accepted. Unfortunately, as years went by, I came to realized that the particular incident was not what I thought it was.
I know I'm being dramatic again, but drama is what makes this interesting...
Apparently, i am only "officially" engaged the moment he proposed at the beginning of this year. Which only leaves me two months to prepare before the registering of marriage. (And he wanders how come I expected it. Of course, otherwise, it will be no time to prepare! *roll eyes*). Logic plays a very important part in my life, hence the logistics of the whole thing was pretty logical.
Hence, all these time while I am thinking that I'm "engaged", I'm not. So, I got a pretty rude shock when I realized what being "officially engaged" means. Cause when it is official only I can start talking about making plans, money and many more issues. I told you I was banned from talking these stuff before the proposal. What to do, seven years of courtship and I cant discuss these kinda things and I'm only given two months to deal with it (Tell me how not to be mad about it? - I'm being dramatic, so read along...)
The sudden influx of information (bridal magazines, bridal forums, bridal websites, bridal this bridal that) sends me into this frenzy that I cannot control. Yes, I am only registering and not doing the actual ceremony yet, but you cant blame me cause apparently these are what soon-to-be-brides do (stick finger in mouth to gag).
Part of me wants to keep things as simple as possible purely on logistical issues. No money, no time and no planning. However, a very tiny part of me wants it to be magical. But I cannot even afford a new dress, let alone a photographer to take pictures. Suprise suprise, the desperate side of me actually wrote an email to a photograher practically begging him to do it for free.
Being engaged changed me as well. Obviously my topic of conversations has changed. I was talking to a cousin of mine (whom we barely exchanged meaningful conversation) about the issue of people adding their two cents of thoughts on our plans. "So what if its a marriage of convineance? So what if we're not ready for it? What can they do?" Which she proceeds to playfully slap me and said, "You are as stubborn as any one of our family." How true...
Well, dont worry so much about the statement (cause again, I have to remind you that I'm being dramatic and all). But then again, I found out something that makes me totally disgusted. I dont know which is worst, discovering the information or him looking at me and go, "Whats wrong with that?".
Funny how this post coincides with the start of my PMS week.
Happy Chinese New Years everyone!
Friday, February 01, 2008
01/02/2008
Just a quick update. Back home for a day today as I promised to go CNY shopping with mum. Managed to stick to my promise of not using credit card, but still managed to grab a couple of T-shirts. Oh well, its for the trip anyway.
Sleep has not been smooth, as I keep dreaming up weird dreams about the upcoming trip and waking up with an even weirder feeling. But as hard as I try, I cannot recall what I dreamt about seconds after I woke up.
Room uphill is getting emptier and emptier, but not as emptier as I would have preferred, I would say that we've managed to clear 70% of our stuff, with 30% still lying around the room. Aiks!
Thoughts has been running through my head about creating a new blog to track the trip and also would be good to "distribute" out to family members and friends. But I'll need to clearly draw the line on what will be updated in the new blog and what will be written in 512, cause I fear the it will be neglected. Also, I fear that I would have jinx it. We'll see...
Still have about 4-5 days of work before leaving the hill for good. Last minute issues begins to crop up, driving me crazy with the unnecessary stress.
February is officially here. And hence begins a very hectic and life changing month...
Sleep has not been smooth, as I keep dreaming up weird dreams about the upcoming trip and waking up with an even weirder feeling. But as hard as I try, I cannot recall what I dreamt about seconds after I woke up.
Room uphill is getting emptier and emptier, but not as emptier as I would have preferred, I would say that we've managed to clear 70% of our stuff, with 30% still lying around the room. Aiks!
Thoughts has been running through my head about creating a new blog to track the trip and also would be good to "distribute" out to family members and friends. But I'll need to clearly draw the line on what will be updated in the new blog and what will be written in 512, cause I fear the it will be neglected. Also, I fear that I would have jinx it. We'll see...
Still have about 4-5 days of work before leaving the hill for good. Last minute issues begins to crop up, driving me crazy with the unnecessary stress.
February is officially here. And hence begins a very hectic and life changing month...
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Metaphor
I am one of them.
When I first started, this place offers so many endless opportunities. It paints a wonderful great picture that I couldn’t possibly turn back. It seems so surreal and I could hardly believe my luck to be able to be here in the first place.
Little do I know the dark secret that this place holds.
Behind their smiling faces, lurks a creature man fears. A creature so terrifying, we only expect to see in movies. Newbies like me then, heard about their existence, but we thought its only myths and we never came to believe it. Of course, we have our chances. Thinking back, there were a few encounters, but we just brush them off as a mere coincidence so their similarities.
These creatures are highly intelligent. They are smart, and though they may seem to work individually, all their action contributes to a mission and vision of a common goal. To turn ALL of us into them. They do not easily show their true face to us. Rather, they enticed us and will do anything to gain our trust.
And trust we did. Years down the line, we begin to acknowledge their existence. Their presence is not to be discussed, but is certainly felt. No direct acknowledge is done, but we all know with the familiar frown and nods exchanged. We all knew the dangers lurking, but we are stuck with no where else to go. To buy time, we tried to maintain a civil relationship with them, thinking “I don’t kacau u, you don’t kacau me”. How naïve of us to think like that.
We knew that we were outnumbered, and we watched helplessly as we begin to lose our friends to them. Few of us took the risk to leave, but many of us were still afraid. Afraid of the outside world. Afraid of being an outcast because of our constant contact with them. Afraid we’ll have difficulties adjusting to life because we’re so used to them by now.
So used to them.
We’re becoming one of them. It happens so quickly yet slow enough for one not to realize the change. But others certainly did. The newbies who came in now know that we’re becoming one of them. Our family realized the change but we brush them off rudely, saying, “Perhaps,”pretending to be part of them is the only way to save ourselves”. We fear to become ourselves again because we don’t want to lose out. We begin developing extraordinary strengths and abilities that could take us years to get. We became cocky with our powers. We became comfortable with our powers. We became one with our powers.
I became one of them.
How do you warn the newbies about you? I certainly did, but they refused to believe, just like the way I laughed at these “myths” when I first came. The new ones became cocky, saying that they are well equipped with the knowledge of our existence. Sadly, they know nothing. Knowing about their existence is not anything like being one of them. They wont stand a chance.
Even till now, I struggle with my desire to warn others but is held back with what I’ve become. Certainly, I am ashamed to admit that I crave for my own needs and not to care about my victims. There is no cure. Even those who left, longs to come back. But deep down, I am still human, rather, I was human. Perhaps, with my last ounce of humanity, I will be able to gather enough strength to leave behind this shelter and to warn other humans about us. About me.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Phone Call
On 25th January 2008 at 5:52pm, I received a long awaited phone call…
Me: Hello:
Him: Hi, can I speak to Agnes please?
Me: Yep. Who is this?
Him: Hi Agnes. I’m XXX calling from XXX Insurance Company.
Me (rolling eyes thinking its yet another sales call): Yes.
Him: You attended an interview with me some time back.
Me (heart skipped a beat): Ah yes. How are you?
Him: Good. Are you still with XXX?
Me: Yes. I am still with XXX. (paused). Until February.
Him: What happens after that?
Me: (breathed in) My partner and I has just gotten a working holiday visa in UK and we’ll be flying over in March.
Him: I see. I’m actually calling to offer you employment. You see, the position is still vacant and has never been filled in.
Me: I’m sorry. I wont be able to take up the offer then.
Him: I see.
Me: I was looking forward to your call actually back then . And since its been some time back, I thought you have found the appropriate person.
Him: Alright then. All the best to you.
Me: Thank you. Hope you will find someone suitable as well.
Him: Thank you. Goodbye!
Me: Goodbye!
Me: Hello:
Him: Hi, can I speak to Agnes please?
Me: Yep. Who is this?
Him: Hi Agnes. I’m XXX calling from XXX Insurance Company.
Me (rolling eyes thinking its yet another sales call): Yes.
Him: You attended an interview with me some time back.
Me (heart skipped a beat): Ah yes. How are you?
Him: Good. Are you still with XXX?
Me: Yes. I am still with XXX. (paused). Until February.
Him: What happens after that?
Me: (breathed in) My partner and I has just gotten a working holiday visa in UK and we’ll be flying over in March.
Him: I see. I’m actually calling to offer you employment. You see, the position is still vacant and has never been filled in.
Me: I’m sorry. I wont be able to take up the offer then.
Him: I see.
Me: I was looking forward to your call actually back then . And since its been some time back, I thought you have found the appropriate person.
Him: Alright then. All the best to you.
Me: Thank you. Hope you will find someone suitable as well.
Him: Thank you. Goodbye!
Me: Goodbye!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Risky Move
While chatting with a friend of mine via MSN few days ago, the topic of my London trip came up.
“I envy you. You’re like living my dream…”
While most people responded positively whenever I told them about our plan to leave, little do they know the risk and the reason behind the trip.
“The grass is always greener on the other side.”
How true. Though the prospect of going London itself is very exciting and it certainly inject a fresh feeling into our daily working mundane life, it is nothing like your usual 10-days trip to London where you get to travel to different cities, stay in different hotels, sight see and enjoy your trip.
No. In fact, its far from it.
Two things for sure. We’re going to London WITHOUT a place to stay and WITHOUT a job. Funny how I find myself saying that sentence out loud. Cause I’d swear that I’ve always go around telling people that its STUPID to resign from a job without first securing another. And I always say that I could never afford to STOP working because I have bills accumulating every month.
RELOCATE.
We literally drop everything that we have been building towards (both career and family) and just move to a totally unfamiliar place to start all over again. Not only are we starting all over again, we have a very high risk of RETURNING to Malaysia WITHOUT anything, again, to build everything up again from scratch. Not only do we face the risk of being rejected at the custom (because of various reasons), we may not even find a job to support ourselves and will have to return back with even LESS money that we started of. Yes, the only support we have is the fact that Des’ sister in law is there. But that won’t do much because she is a single working lady herself who have her own life.
How much does it cost us to relocate? Easily 40k. O_o
Now, I’m not going to continue to talk about the money issue, lest someone from the embassy decides to chance upon this blog and decides to reject our entry. But you do your own calculation as to how much it will come to make the trip worth while.
I guess, to a certain extend, I will admit that indeed the trip gave me an outlet to escape from many aspect of my life right now. Below are just a few items that I could easily pluck from my head:
- to quit my job and stop doing something that I don’t believe in.
- to stop working for a person who called me a “prostitute” and to gain my dignity back.
- to avoid moving back to KL on a permanent basis.
And of course, I admit that without the trip, the plans would never get a kickstart and will never be escalated to where it is right now and I’ll never be scheduled to be married in Feb. I did ask him before, if without the trip, the possibility of us getting married this year. He did give me a positive answer, but yet I find it hard to believe.
Now why am I writing a post down as if I’m trying to reassure myself when I’ve done it before already?
I don’t know.
“I envy you. You’re like living my dream…”
While most people responded positively whenever I told them about our plan to leave, little do they know the risk and the reason behind the trip.
“The grass is always greener on the other side.”
How true. Though the prospect of going London itself is very exciting and it certainly inject a fresh feeling into our daily working mundane life, it is nothing like your usual 10-days trip to London where you get to travel to different cities, stay in different hotels, sight see and enjoy your trip.
No. In fact, its far from it.
Two things for sure. We’re going to London WITHOUT a place to stay and WITHOUT a job. Funny how I find myself saying that sentence out loud. Cause I’d swear that I’ve always go around telling people that its STUPID to resign from a job without first securing another. And I always say that I could never afford to STOP working because I have bills accumulating every month.
RELOCATE.
We literally drop everything that we have been building towards (both career and family) and just move to a totally unfamiliar place to start all over again. Not only are we starting all over again, we have a very high risk of RETURNING to Malaysia WITHOUT anything, again, to build everything up again from scratch. Not only do we face the risk of being rejected at the custom (because of various reasons), we may not even find a job to support ourselves and will have to return back with even LESS money that we started of. Yes, the only support we have is the fact that Des’ sister in law is there. But that won’t do much because she is a single working lady herself who have her own life.
How much does it cost us to relocate? Easily 40k. O_o
Now, I’m not going to continue to talk about the money issue, lest someone from the embassy decides to chance upon this blog and decides to reject our entry. But you do your own calculation as to how much it will come to make the trip worth while.
I guess, to a certain extend, I will admit that indeed the trip gave me an outlet to escape from many aspect of my life right now. Below are just a few items that I could easily pluck from my head:
- to quit my job and stop doing something that I don’t believe in.
- to stop working for a person who called me a “prostitute” and to gain my dignity back.
- to avoid moving back to KL on a permanent basis.
And of course, I admit that without the trip, the plans would never get a kickstart and will never be escalated to where it is right now and I’ll never be scheduled to be married in Feb. I did ask him before, if without the trip, the possibility of us getting married this year. He did give me a positive answer, but yet I find it hard to believe.
Now why am I writing a post down as if I’m trying to reassure myself when I’ve done it before already?
I don’t know.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Open Letter
To you,
Now OF COURSE I know you read my blog. In fact, that was the reason why I was posting up all these encrypted messages hoping that you’ll get it and leave me alone!
But, sigh, looks like you didn’t.
Seriously, if you have taken a moment to reflect on the whole story, you would have realized what when wrong. Worst, you not only do not get it, you’re doing the EXACT same thing that you did to me to OTHER PEOPLE! Walau, talk about history repeating itself.
What has happened, has happened. Get over it and move on. It has left a scar on all of us (not to mentioned I didn’t even do ANYTHING to deserve it). Now, when I say move on, I don’t mean forgetting about the scar and lets all live happily ever after as it it never happened.
No.
Happily ever after don’t exist.
So please, its bad enough already that we’re not in talking terms, don’t kacau the rest as well! Please, I beg you, leave the rest alone. Don’t turn them into innocent victims that I once fell for. I know they mean well and only want to help, but what they didn’t know is the extend of what you’re capable of doing. The exact thing that you did to me.
There is a fine line between talking to friends to empathize and cheer you up, and talking to friends to drag them along into the depths of your problems.
P/S: Don’t you dare launch into another one of those “I-don’t-mean-it-that-way-and-I-just-wants-things-to-be-better” cries cause both of us know that we’ve heard enough of it. It happened more than 2 years ago (not 6 months ago) remember?
P/S/S: And you (the other person who is involved in this), how I wish you were reading this also. You have taken the easy way out by choosing to eliminate contact with both of us. I’m, on the other hand, STILL being bothered by this issue months later until now. Sigh. Yes, I know, I am serving my sentence of my wrong doings *roll eyes*. Wanted to share a good news with you, but has no means to find you. But then again, it’s not like either one of us cared anyway. Not after what happened. Oh well, I’m sure you’re having a happy life and I know I will too.
Have a great life everyone!
P/S/S/S: Oh yea, and don’t be so perasan. Though most of the hidden messages are about you, not ALL of it is about you!
Now OF COURSE I know you read my blog. In fact, that was the reason why I was posting up all these encrypted messages hoping that you’ll get it and leave me alone!
But, sigh, looks like you didn’t.
Seriously, if you have taken a moment to reflect on the whole story, you would have realized what when wrong. Worst, you not only do not get it, you’re doing the EXACT same thing that you did to me to OTHER PEOPLE! Walau, talk about history repeating itself.
What has happened, has happened. Get over it and move on. It has left a scar on all of us (not to mentioned I didn’t even do ANYTHING to deserve it). Now, when I say move on, I don’t mean forgetting about the scar and lets all live happily ever after as it it never happened.
No.
Happily ever after don’t exist.
So please, its bad enough already that we’re not in talking terms, don’t kacau the rest as well! Please, I beg you, leave the rest alone. Don’t turn them into innocent victims that I once fell for. I know they mean well and only want to help, but what they didn’t know is the extend of what you’re capable of doing. The exact thing that you did to me.
There is a fine line between talking to friends to empathize and cheer you up, and talking to friends to drag them along into the depths of your problems.
P/S: Don’t you dare launch into another one of those “I-don’t-mean-it-that-way-and-I-just-wants-things-to-be-better” cries cause both of us know that we’ve heard enough of it. It happened more than 2 years ago (not 6 months ago) remember?
P/S/S: And you (the other person who is involved in this), how I wish you were reading this also. You have taken the easy way out by choosing to eliminate contact with both of us. I’m, on the other hand, STILL being bothered by this issue months later until now. Sigh. Yes, I know, I am serving my sentence of my wrong doings *roll eyes*. Wanted to share a good news with you, but has no means to find you. But then again, it’s not like either one of us cared anyway. Not after what happened. Oh well, I’m sure you’re having a happy life and I know I will too.
Have a great life everyone!
P/S/S/S: Oh yea, and don’t be so perasan. Though most of the hidden messages are about you, not ALL of it is about you!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
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