I’m going back to my alma matter, the place where I spent 5 years singing the same tune every Monday morning. Facing the same one hundred something people. Dealing with the same old teacher. And getting whipped for not wearing a name tag, school badge, tie, socks or black belt. Dining the most disgusting food every day with rice mixed maggots, yellow veggies and smelly over cooked fish.

A place where we don’t get wedgy because couldn’t afford undies. The place where everything moves slowly, including the buses and cabs. And water, that flows slower than an average human pee (at peak hour).

Yes, I’m going back to MCKK, next month. But I’m broke.

But the best part is, my pay check is guaranteed. Despite being an over achiever, I still get lectured by my superior. I guess he didn’t want me to be complacent.

It’s been 10 years since I left school. Where I am now? Did I get what I day dreamed of every single day? Is this what I always wanted? The answer is, no. But then again, you can’t possibly have everything flowing your way, can you?

Deep down, I am lucky that I was raised in a town called Kuala Kangsar and dealing with crap became my forte.

ps: Nak cendol Kuale~

I was lining up waiting for my turn to withdraw some Moolah at the ATM. A guy came rushing in, grinning and sweaty. He looks like he’s in a hurry. As if he had a wind-up timed bomb wrapped under his shirt.

“Hehehe. Abang, bole potong line tak? Saya parking haram, ade Pol..”

Before he could finish his line, I interrupted.

“Ade Polis ke tak de, beratur la.”

My line completely wiped the grin off his face. He then queued to the ATM next to me. And from his body language, I could tell, he was ashamed asking for sympathy for something he could avoid by parking his car a little further. If it was an emergency, I wouldn’t mind but it’s not. So line up and learn the rule. Idiot.

ps: It’s just too bad AR had to witness the whole scene. But it’s a matter of principal, kalau orang lain bole patuh undang-undang, kenape awak tak boleh?

It was a hot Sunday.

NH: So where are we heading?
AR: You’ll see when we get there.
NH: Ah.. so this is Tasik Shah Alam. This is my first time here.
AR: Ok, catch me if you can.

Then she ran off like being chased by dogs. She’s quick, but I won’t let this man’s ego go down the drain. Afterall, sprinting is my forte. I caught up to her, although I have to reassure you, she’s no ordinary runner. Gotcha! as I tapped her shoulder.

The cycle went on for 2-3 more times around the lake.

NH: Ok, I’m out of breath and sweaty, I won’t be chasing you anymore.
AR: Come on old man, you can do this!

Again, it was the ego sentiment she toyed around. There she goes, running off leaving quite a gap between us. One quick breathe, I chased her with all my might.

AR: TOLONG! TOLONG!!

She shouted at the top of her lungs, asking for help while I was closely chasing her from behind. Everyone looked at me as if I was a molester or a flasher. I have to admit, I was pretty scared of getting beaten up by strangers. Eventually she stopped fearing for my safety.

She burst into laughter as I was still dumbfounded by the whole incident.

Alone in my room, thinking about what happened, I couldn’t help but grinning ear to ear. She’s witty and playful, reminds myself of how I used to be. But I’ll make sure someday, she’ll gets her dose of medicine. *Scheming up to something*

ps: Oh yeah, after 4 years, I’ve finally found someone who compliments me in every way

Oh gosh, I’m so screwed.

I have my full-time job which requires me to read books I’ve never really understood the fundamentals (finance, corporate governance, business processes etc.) but I enjoyed doing it very much. However, I do think I am a little underpaid for someone who churns out new business ideas that is being translated to millions of dollar, monthly.

Next is the part-time job which requires me to be creative in designs. It was a hobby-cum-business. I enjoyed doing it very much, unfortunately, lack of time and attention stagnant my efforts. Nevertheless, I still do it depending on my availability.

Golf. It’s like a drug. No further explanation needed.

Girl. Yeay, I finally know that my life is heading some where despite the bitterness in previous years. Although it has taken lots of my attention, time and effort, it’s worth pursuing. Where else in my aspect of life I get the opportunity to make myself feel appreciated after all the hard work?

Part-time student. Having to read lots of management books as part of my full time job, I am enrolling myself into a masters programme. Most think Masters is just for brag and prestige, not for me. I want to learn in structured manner not by just picking up little pieces here and there.

Assuming all 5 takes its’ course, I’ll definitely have a hard time coping. My resource is finite (time and money), so I guess I have to selectively dismiss at least one or maybe carry everything in one basket ? Too optimistic but I like

ps: Satanic Icon of NH? Pftt..

Alololo kenape monyok sgt ni? *My super cute niece *

The temperature was a staggering 34°C. No one was comfortable with the surge of heat eloping us. Should we blame of global warming? But I read it’s a myth. Feel free to read about it here.