Anyway, since Be left, I have been busy. Updating my CV and gathering materials for my long-abandoned scrapbooks. CV? So I’m going back to slavery, huh? Eeesh, babab dia! What a nasty choice of vocab. Mind you, I have nothing against working. The thing is, I can’t start. Once I do, my tendency of falling into that one of the Horlick groups is expectedly high. Work-a-Horlick lah.
Be’s 40th birthday is coming in less than 3 weeks. Our 50th month anniversary…exactly a week before his birthday. And if I got the job, I will have to start in precisely one week from today. Tell me, how am I supposed to jenjalan to Sharjah to see Cik Nan & Co. who’s arriving definitely in three days from now while Bibik’s and my road permits will only be ready probably in another 2 weeks?
Adoi laa! Is it true that, when one has too much time in her hand and too little to do…she would either talk too much about the past, or worry too much about the future? More often than not, one would end up doing nothing at all and feeling just like…uh, nothing, as well. Eh?
Me a fine bovine one of a kind.
Questa è Enida 
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