Journey mercies

Work is so seriously crazy, it is no joke! The moment I stepped into the office, I was in phone calls one after another. I barely had 5 minutes to stop and take a break. There were issues after issues that I felt my inexperience like a deep ache in my bones.

Having said that, I really should be quite thankful that they were willing to take on such an inexperienced person for such a job. I remember one of my lecturers in college was telling me how when she first graduated and was looking for a job but nobody was willing to give her one, with everyone repeating one thing, "No experience."

And so for me to have been offered this role despite my obvious lack of experience is a thing to be thankful for... even if it's quite hard for me to scrounge up the feelings of thankfulness!

I'm tired. But I'm not about to quit, so I'll die trying or wait until I'm 'released'.

The Saturday started out looking normal. Me waking up at 11am ++ (what?! I slept at 4am on Friday morn ok, to wake up again at 9am and then working non stop till the evening, then went for dinner with friend, and then watched my Korean series up to 2am before I went to sleep k) and then feeling a bit slow during lunch time.

Then I decided to head to BSC for some quiet time alone. And when I was headed up to the mall after parking my car, I bumped into a girl who looked very familiar. She was a year my senior in school and she remembered me as well. She asked what I was doing and I replied and cordially repeated the same question to her.

And she replied, "I'm a housewife." :O

And she's expecting her second kid! Whooo... well... I really shouldn't be surprised, she did look to be a perfect picture of a housewife, quiet, demure, sweet, loving... and her husband looked well off, stable, mature and devoted to her. Akks... feeling a twinge of envy.

I decided to pamper myself today, and treated myself to a facial treatment, new clothes, and a hair cut. The thing I hate most about hairdressers is when they try to convince you that "You look soooo goood!" when they foul up. *&@$^#$*@(#&

It's not that bad larh... and maybe I actually do look good... but... I can't wait for my hair to grow again!! :'(

Some of the things I've been learning to grasp this year and to change my lifestyle and mindset to is:


1. To have a now mentality rather than a later mentality.


Really have to stop my procrastinating habits. The only thing that I don't really procrastinate too much on is my work, because to put off is to lose market share in the industry I am in. Sales is as much as a punishing career as it is rewarding.


2. To choose to act rather than react.


People business is difficult business. Wherever we are. Be it in the office, home, church or even with good friends. There are a lot of difficult people we come across, arrogant and lazy colleagues, irritating habits between family members, misunderstandings between friends, or even having to endure the critisizing and complaining church member. I can choose to react to the harsh words or arrogant attitudes, and lash back out in anger, or to complain to someone else, or to act like them to give them a taste of their own medicine. Or I can look at myself and consider my own negative attitude and choose to correct my ownself first, or to respond positively at the face of negativity and choose not to succumb to my own anger and splash ice cold water at the other person's face, repeatedly dunking their head in murky mud or throwing bananas at them...

The hardest part is to choose to act in humility and as much as I want to react in spite against the person annoying me, to choose to do what is right rather than what salves my anger.

I'm still learning. I hope I get there one day.


Update as of 2am:

Oooo... I really have to have a more 'now' attitude. I'm now scrambling to finish my final project for my Theology I class so I can hand it in by 5pm, Friday. 1000 words done, 4000 more to go. And I can't stop myself from hitting the 'Word Count' as if I was hoping to miraculously see the count shooting up all of a sudden to 4000++++. And I have so much office work to finish by tomorrow morning as well :'(

I should change calling this blog 'The footprints of my life' to 'The exploits of my work life' since so much of it is centred around my work.

But I shall try to avoid from talking too much about work.

... so ...

I got a 'Private Number' call today and I thought it was one of my business partners calling to bug me again so when I answered it, I was a little cold and abrupt. Then I heard a gweilo* voice and was taken aback.

When he asked if I was "Eeeh Waey" like how my English friends would, which funnily enough, my Geordie flatmate was calling me "Ee Wee" for the first half of the year which I thought was only her problem of pronouncing my name but found out she really thought my name was that when she was introducing me to another English dude who couldn't catch my name and she told the dude "It's Ee Wee... like Kiwi!". Right...

So anyway, back to the gweilo on the phone. When he pronounced my name, first thought was whether it was Ashley calling me since I mailed him (yes, him) some days back. Then he introduced himself as Peter Rowen and I was further taken aback. I've never really met the guy actually, I just know he's from Dave Chang's church and that he's an excellent preacher/teacher and he also teaches in MBS where I'm taking my MCS.

And the first thought after that was, wow... this is like the elite type of Christian, what's he doing calling me? I didn't exactly think out the thoughts in those exact words but I felt like that anyway. He called because of some matters in regards to MBS and after chatting for a bit we hung up.

Not very exciting life eh? What to do... :(



*Gweilo - White men

Yesterday, while out shopping with Yvonne...


Me: Eh... when I have kids, you be one of my kids godmother lah.

Yvonne: Can...

Me: So university fees you kau tim* lah.

Yvonne: Ok! No problem!


Akakak... I wish she said that! Her actual response was:


Yvonne: Wahh... like that what about my kids?

Me: That one... Tricia lah!

Yvonne: Oooh... then Tricia's kids?!

Me: Then... Stephanie lah!

Yvonne: Then Stephanie's kids leh?!

Me: Cynthia lah!!!

Yvonne: Cynthia's kids leh?!!?

Me: Of course Hui Min lah!!!


Hehe... think she wanted to peng** me already.



*Kau tim - take care of
**Peng - box

"Everyone needs to go through the moments you think you're reaching your breaking point," my mentor affirmed when I told her of my corporate near-death experience earlier in the week, in our first lunch together. "I've gone through it, our CEO has gone through it. You might even experience it several times."

We talked about many different things, and though she doesn't speak like an aggresive go-getter, her calm, steady and confident mannerism commands a person to follow her pace. Even if you don't know much about her, you cannot help but respect her.

Before I asked her to be my mentor, I had heard that she is one of the nicest persons around and that among all the managers, she is one of the best and even the most difficult customers love her. When she agreed to be my mentor, I felt pretty honoured.

After our lunch we walked back to the office, and there were a group of senior employees standing at the entrance, along with some senior managers. When they saw her approaching, all of them stopped talking and turned to greet her with warm smiles. When I left her to go back to the office, I felt awed. She is one of the most incredible ladies I've met.

The irony of having been so close to giving up and surviving those despairing moments is that you do come out stronger, as cliche as it sounds. It's one of those things that you probably understand what it means, but you really need to experience it to truly appreciate it.

I read an article on the lady who dresses Sarah Jessica Parker (or was it Jessica Sarah Parker?) of Sex and The City, who is one of the more iconic actresses of today, largely due to her dressing. And the lady made a comment, that she knows of many people who had gone and graduated from university and become nobody, but without anything she had become somebody. Ironic isn't it that I can't for the life of me remember her name? Anyway, that comment kept me thinking for a while about my own life and what I am making out of it.

Being in one of the largest and most iconic companies in the world today, with a start of a career that shines with golden hues, I feel content. Not from comparing my achievements and life with that of other people, but from the knowledge that I am living my life to its fullness. It is the simple knowledge and absence of doubt that I am giving my best and my all that convinces me I will not look back on these days and feel I wasted my life meaninglessly.

During the evening when people were visibly less stressed... a foreign looking guy walks past after collecting his print outs, back into his division's room. I noticed my colleague waving to him a little and when he disappeared, I leaned a little towards her...


Me: You know him ah?

JL: Yeah, he's my friend.

Me: Ooo... he's cute... hehehe


She smiled and without saying anything, just kept on typing on her computer. Being restless and a little of a kepochi* I looked into her computer only to see what she was typing.


Me: JL!!! I can't believe you're telling him I think he's cute!!!

JL: Hehehe...

Me: JL!!! I can't believe you're telling him to come out to see who thinks he's cute!!! OmigoodnessthisishighschoolalloveragainIcan'tbelieveyoujust
toldhimIthinkhe'scuteandIcan'tbelieveyou'retellinghimtocome
outtoseewhothinkshe'scute!!! JL!!!

*Whack whack whack*

SR: Eh! Where you going?! Why is your face so red?! What's wrong with her?!


Crazy ah? Think I'm going to stay in there if the guy actually comes out to see who thinks he's cute?! 'Course I ran out larh to cool my face. Afterwards, I went back in pretending to be completely engrossed in a conversation with someone on the phone. My colleagues started leaving and I was still in the conversation when the cute guy came out again for his print outs. I so think he thinks I think he's cute. This is soooo high school again.


* Busybody

Talking to one of my business partners today I lamented to him about how ill I was:


Him: Wah... that stressed meh your work?

Me: Yah... want to quit already.

Him: Quit? Then do what?

Me: Be a tai tai* lah.

Him: Hah?! Really ah?! Got candidate or not??

Me: No lah. Not yet ah.

Him: What's your requirements? I help you find lah.

Me: Rich, handsome, kind, nice, not above 38.

Him: So young ah...

Me: ??? Of course larh... want to marry guy so old for what?

Him: Marry?!? I thought you want to be yee lai**?!

Me: Choi***!!! I said tai tai lah!!



* Cantonese for rich wife
** Cantonese for mistress
*** Indignant exclamation

Yesterday, as I was talking to Sean, he started sharing a dream he had the night before. After he finished telling me the dream, I frowned, and asked him if he was feeling ___. He immediately replied that I was spot on! After asking a few more questions, his dream revealed to me some things I never saw of him, but which he confirmed I understood correctly.

Looks like the years of dreaming away in classes at least amounted to something, I seem to be able to interpret dreams a little better these days. Hehe...

Ah Chan, your one ahh... hehe... No need interpretation!

Yes, I'm feeling much much better after seeing the doc and getting a bit of rest. But looks like I'm pushing it again by working late again.

My ASEAN manager reminded me a few hours back, that it's a marathon I'm on, not a sprint. Which my response to him was that despite that, if I don't move fast enough, I might come in last in the marathon, which is then pointless and better not be in the race at all.

Sigh... I'm back at work. Call me crazy.

I picked up one of them damned (scuz the language) balls and it took me everything I had to stop myself from hurling it as hard as I could against the wall. Figuratively speaking of course.

It seems my purging the effects of the food poisoning is not over yet. I felt utterly weak when I was in the office. And why wouldn't I, I've not had solid food or at least managed to keep any solid food in me, for a week already. I've had literally nothing to eat on Wednesday, and from Thursday till today, I've not been able to keep whatever food I've eaten in, which isn't much because I've unconsciously tried to avoid eating.

So I took another visit back to the clinic and the doctor issued me a 2 day MC, with stern warnings to avoid any milk and to eat only porridge for the next 3 days.

I think my position in the company is a cursed position. Apparently everyone who is in this position ends up being sick most of the time. When I had thrust my MC to my boss in a somewhat triumphantly sick manner, it felt a little affirming, somewhat anyway, when another colleague declared in front of him that I must really be sick to get a 2 day MC from the doctor.

Admittedly, me feeling ill is adding to my foul mood. So here's to hoping that I'll get better... soon!!!

The plus and minus about me is that I find it very hard to pretend. I can't pretend to be someone I'm not because it eats into me and I don't do well with expectations because if I can't rise to meet those expectations, I won't try. But it does mean that I give up on people too easily as well, because I simply won't try to live up to their expectations. Maybe I could have tried harder, hung around longer, weather out the so called 'phases'.

Irony; they all thought I was going through a phase.

Twice I've heard it. Twice just goes to show that they never knew what was in my heart. Twice to show that for all that was tauted, they never knew me. Irony.

You know what a juggler does? I am very much like a novice juggler, focusing every ounce of energy and concentration in keeping the balls I'm juggling in the air without dropping a single one of them. The balls represents different facets of my life and throughout time, one or two did fall, but the strain of keeping the bigger balls in the air keeps me from picking the smaller ones up.

And as time passes, the motion of juggling takes its toll on me and it takes sheer determination to just keep it going even though the temptation to let the balls drop is so tempting.

It does not help either when you have one or two people come along, looks at what you're doing, and decides maybe you just need advice in how you're juggling the balls. It's as if a baby who has yet to learn to walk is being told how to lift one foot after the next when all the baby really needs is time to learn by itself. The worse type of advices are those that tell the baby in a know-it-all way, "You should be running." How constructive is that?!?

At times like this, it takes sheer determination to keep oneself from dropping the balls you're juggling so you can throw one heavy one at their heads. Why? Why do people like to tell other people what to do with their lives without first trying to understand what it means to them?!! It boggles the mind that they can't understand that different lives experience different things, and what one person may experience and find works for them, does not mean it will be the same for another person!! It annoys the hell out of me.

Maybe when I become a professional juggler and the challenge changes from doing it, to how I'm doing it. But for now, it's just doing it that keeps me harried. I don't need people to come up to me to tell me how to do it. I need people who will stand beside me and tell me, "You can do it!" Because God knows the doubt, the tension and the thought that one day I'm going to drop the balls and I'm going to mess up big time, is already draining all the energy out of me. I need encouragement. Not advice. Full stop.

And today, I dropped the balls. And I refused to pick them up. Every single one of them, just lying there, scattered on the floor.

I'll have to pick them up again sooner or later. But not today. Not today.

When Pastor D said he saw pain in my return to Malaysia, he was mistaken. He mentioned a year, but it's been three years, and I still feel much pain. For the last four weeks back to the community of God in BLC, I've not been short of tears. Today, as I was sang songs of praise and worship, a flash of memory of another time and place came unbidden and it nearly broke my composure.


If God knew the number of tears I've shed, why doesn't He dry them?

If God knew the pain in my heart, why doesn't He heal me?

If God heard my cries, why doesn't He answer?


There are times when I do feel angry at God. In the times when I'm weakest emotionally, mentally and physically, I find it hard to keep myself from accusing Him. Three and a half years ago, I lay in bed suffering from the worst bout of illness I ever had in my life, I screamed at Him for not removing the pain. I told Him I hated Him, in a bid to hurt Him with my words as much as I hurt physically.

I can't bring myself to hurt my Father as I did three and a half years ago. But sometimes, really, can You get on with whatever plans You have?! I do get quite impatient sometimes. -_-"

But despite the impatience and frustrations, I know my accusations at Him is not completely true. Though I feel He is slow in revealing His plans or slow in answering my prayers, it could be that they're just in queue among my many other prayers. Seems the prayer to change me, and other prayers like refine me is taking a longer time than suspected.

Maybe the last three years was me going through the process of refinement. As the silver needs to be melted in the fire, and so my own process of refinement is no easier. It'll be interesting to say the least to see what God is shaping me to be.

I've been suffering from food poisoning for two days now. Not good, at first it involved vomiting, now it's going out through the backdoor. I went to see a doctor yesterday and he diagnosed me with food poisoning though I thought it was indigestion initially.

And I was telling Gurjeet about it through MSN, and can you believe it, she told me it wasn't food poisoining?!?! I was at the peak of my grumpiness (I tend to be quite grumpy when I'm physically not feeling good) and I was so annoyed by her pompous declaration that it could not be food poisoning that I immediately picked up the phone to call her all over to Australia and demanded why she thought she knew better than the doctor.


Me: Why in the world are you saying it's not food poisoning?!

Gurjeet: Because food poisoning is over 24 hours and you haven't been eating yesterday so it's gastric!!!

Me: But the doctor is the one who told me it's food poisoning!! Just because you're a Masters student in business what makes you think you can tell me whether it's food poisoning or not?!?

Gurjeet: @#14mSFO#%@% (I was so livid, I can't remember what she was saying)

Me: I don't want to talk to you anymore!!! *Slams the phone down*


The only thing I regret is that I called her on my mobile and the effect of slamming the phone down really isn't as much as fun with it. It only managed to batter my poor phone up more. Unsatisfied, I continued to 'shout' at her over MSN and when she wasn't responding, I picked up the phone again.


Me: Why aren't you answering me over MSN?!?!?!

Gurjeet: I am!!! Can't you see my responses?!?

Me: No!!! I can't!!!

Gurjeet: Well, I am!!! I was saying I'm going to a party!!!

Me: Fine...


After talking a while, when my crankiness mellowed down...


Gurjeet: I got to go soon, I need to prepare for the party.

Me: Ok... GuUuJuu... I miss youUu. Thanks for letting me hang up on yo... Hello?! Hello?!GURJEET?!? Stupid idiot hung up on me!!!


Yes, we actually have lots of fun hanging up on each other. It's hilarious when you choose your moments.

There comes a moment in a person's life when they ask themselves, how much is too much of blogging?

I knew 2006 would be a challenging year, I just didn't realise the extent of the challenges because if I did, I might have hesitated in taking up some things! I feel constantly stressed, constantly harassed, and constantly drained of energy.

Although, I'm sensing the winds changing its direction a little.

Something a colleague of mine said stuck in my mind; he believed that God gave men specific gifts. Eg, if someone was blind, he believed God could heighten their ability to hear better than a normal person would have. For him, he lacked in some areas, but he believed that he was gifted to work anything out with his hands. He could fix things where people struggled with.

It isn't hard to believe is it, that each of us could have some unique ability? And if we did, the biggest shame would be that we don't realise that unique ability and let that natural talent unpolished, unrefined and untapped.

My special ability, if I were to venture a guess, the one ability I'm prone to tap into most all these years was the ability to discern; of people's heart and character and of situations. I can't say I'm terribly excellent at it, but I rarely doubt this ability. God's still refining it though, and refining me in the process. Doesn't help when you bear a sword of excellent craftmanship when the swordsman lack the skills to wield it.

Coming back to the winds of change. I think it's because of God's gift of discernment that I am always so acutely in tune to the undercurrents of my emotions and thoughts. What makes me think that there are ripples of change in my life? No fun lar like that, everything spill out in my blog. Like that nothing to talk about in person right?

Heheh... many many years ago when I felt completely giftless and talentless, I asked God about what my undiscovered gifts could be. Two words came to my mind immediately after I asked, which was discernment and something I still would like to keep quiet about. The first thing that came to my mind was, what? So boring. I mean, couldn't I have more sensational gifts?! Like healing or musical talents?!?

Akakaka... I still find that moment so incredibly funny. It reminds me how young and foolish I was. Today, the greatest gift from God I treasure is the gift of discernment. However, the second one is still pretty much a dormant one, at least I think so. Maybe in time, it'll grow to be a powerful gift. All in God's time.

Sigh...

This is how I feel:




Unintelligible.

I find it so incredibly funny, during the day, as I was gossiping with a colleague of mine, another colleague came to get his help on something and he chased her away. His reason? We were gossiping, and gossiping is more important than work. He actually said that. What's more, I think he meant it as well.

Another time, he announced that he was going to tell us a joke, and after talking about 10 minutes, and after politely smiling and giving charity chuckles, we realised he still had not got to his joke yet. Two people decided to leave and he had to wave them back to tell them he was getting to the joke. The joke was funny, but we decided his chiong-hei ness (long windedness) was even funnier.

Another incident, he was busy talking about so many other things with other people, I got bored and plugged in my headphones to get on with my own things. Only to realise after a while that he was shouting at me to get my attention, only to announce to me again that he wanted to tell me a joke.

Talk about drama kings. Haha... he cracks me up. Never a dull moment with him.

Sigh... I was talking to a VP of my company and AP director, and my client rep was asking me to join them for dinner. I know he wants me to go to rub shoulders with them to 'strategically position' myself with the right folks in the company. He asked me twice, but both times I declined even though I have nothing urgent pending. I've got important matters, yes, but not urgent. Heheh... as in nothing that needs to be done tonight that will make or break a big deal.

So anyway, I said no, went along my own way to speak to "unimportant" people. And after a while, I was thinking to myself about what a stupid thing for not walking through a door that was opened for me. I wanted to call my client rep back and ask him if I could join them.

But as I sat in front of my computer feeling the pangs of regret, it occurred to me...

Is rubbing my shoulders with a worldwide VP and AP director really all that important? My heart still feels a little sore for the missed opportunity, and my client rep will be sure to give me a nice lecture tomorrow for it. But... is it really that important?




I rub shoulders with God, the Creator of the entire universe... who else do I need to know? I have the privilege of calling the Creator Abba, Father. What other privilege do I need?

The other side of me though, the more prideful one that fuels my ambitions, is still trying to kick me in the butt for not joining them. But...




If my future lay in the hands of the VP and AP director, maybe I should continue to kick myself in the butt. But you know what, this was the same promise God reminded me of, before I came back from UK, when I was in a point in my life where I was waiting in transit for the next flight to goodness knows where. And you know what's beautiful?

What's beautiful is how this mighty Creator of the universe, the Great I am, Jehovah Jireh, still manages to nudges me at my elbow to remind me of my place in His plans from time to time. If I had joined them for dinner, if I had not sat down to rethink the motivations of my heart, if I had not tried to focus on what is important, the opportunity to experience God would not have happened.

Having a high position in my company, with people giving me the highest respect versus seeing God and being held in His arms of love? No comparison.

These days feel like I've got loads on my mind to blog about! Heh... but I think it's partly because I'm trying to procrastinate getting down to work.

I just had a quick chat with a colleague of mine... he's dubbed as one of the biggest gossipers in the company. In fact, I've found that it's the men who are the biggest gossipers in my company. I'm amazed to keep hearing about this code called mens' talk ever since I got transferred back to the HQ. And it's like a code shared between the men that whatever is shared between them cannot fall into the ears of women.

???

Hmmphh... anyway! It looks like I'm being constantly tempted to gossip everywhere I go, even when I don't want to, sigh... *sad face*

When I was in uni, we had our very own CNN broadcaster (who has not changed till this day). Then when I got into my first company, my manager who was my best friend as well, demanded that I updated her with any piece of gossip I had as part of my duties as her subordinate. We had codenames for nearly everyone in the company. There was even one time, when she went to Japan for a business trip, and some quarrels broke out between her arch enemies, and I dashed to the conference room to call and tell her!

Hehehe... she was out, and so I left her a voicemail that went, "Ooohh... guess what happened, 4 shouted at -6, and -6 shouted back at 4, and when -6 turned around, 4 called her ***** and the look on -6 was like black, yack yack yack..."

A colleague from a different office was with her when she listened to the message and he was utterly confused by what I was saying and even more confused when my manager started laughing like mad and telling him that she absolutely loved me for the message! Ahh... good times...

And now I've found a new gossip partner! Muahahaha... now, now, don't judge me. I know it's not an altogether nice trait, gossiping. I won't try to justify it, but try not to judge me yarh... oh darn... I'm having all sorts of Bible verses floating in my head now about the wrongness of gossip. *ReALly SaD FaCe NoW*

If I ever needed prayer, it'll be this month! For some reason, this month looks set to be my busiest month ever!!

For one, silly me didn't realise what this month would be like when I happily accepted the scheduled sales training in the second week of May. It's four days in a row, morning to evening, and they imposed if we missed 2 hours in a row in any of the session, we'll be sent packing and redo the entire training again. Implication is, I can't work at all for the entire four days, and have to catch up with work after the training hours.

The heat is on for us to meet our quota for the 1st half of the year, which means I have to work like a mad woman (not like I'm not one already) this month! Taking a week out of the month is not going to help.

And the big clincher... my 1st semester of Masters of Christian Studies is coming to an end, and I have my exams after next week! I feel like crying... and after that week, I have to hand in my project on "God and Evil: How Can a Good and Almighty God Allow Evil to Exist?". 5000 words! I need help, Pastor Sivin!!!

The only thing that's keeping me sane now is the knowledge that God is no man's debtor... so I'm expecting loads and loads of blessings from the Almighty for all my sufferings now (see me try goading God into it)!

Well... on the brighter side of things... I recapped on the last four months on my job, and boy, has it been rough. But I think I'm slowly getting the hang of it; though the work is maddening, the expectations suffocating, the demands constipating, it's really not as difficult as it was when I first started. Well, maybe it is, but it's a different kind of difficulty. Not the kind that makes me feel like the stupidest person in my company and experiencing a constant self-bashing (I do that a lot) every other day.

I complained so many times that I had better see some returns at the end of all the hard work, and I guess I'm seeing it somewhat. It's not translating to monetary results yet, but there's a huge sense of self-satisfaction. I wanted a challenge, I sought for a challenge, I got more of a challenge than I hoped for, and I'm meeting that challenge. Knowing I didn't give up though the dear good Lord knows I wanted to so, so many times, is priceless. I think there were times it was quite apparent I was slowly giving up, that my colleagues had to message/talk/pyscho/brainwash me not to give up. There were even times when they complained even louder than me to show me that I'm not the only one frustrated.

2006 has and is a hell of a ride. I can only trust God to help me survive the rest of it.

Yay... my 2 week leave in August has been approved! Which means, in August, I'll be flying to UK to witness the wedding of Lou and Apple! Ooo... I'm excited!

When I asked my manager to approve the leave, he questioned me whether I would be coming back after the 2 weeks. ??? And why wouldn't I? Heh... he justified his question by voicing out his concerns that I might decide to do the same thing and get married there as well. 24 years here and I can't find a groom, he thinks I'm going to find one there in the span of 2 weeks?

I told Hui Min if Lou dared to change the dates after I've booked my flight, he better arrange for a groom for me so that I can still attend a wedding there in Newcastle. This is a long awaited trip since I came back to Malaysia 3 years ago. I've been wanting to go back for a while, so the timing is finally right, with sufficient resources for me to have a good time, and a great reason for me to do so. Sorry Gurjeet, this means I won't be making the trip to Australia to visit you.

I can't wait to go back to Jesmond Parish Church and see how they're doing, visit my aunt and my nephews, to revisit all the places I used to love in Newcastle and to see people like Ramzi, D Child, Ian Garrett. Can't wait!