Extreme Changes...

I've gotten my long hair cropped short. My ex-classmate is getting married in October and I didn't even know she was attached. One of my good friends has been going out with a guy for 4 months and I just found out about it. My use to be housemate got rejected suddenly by her new landlord. So many more things has been happening and I don't have the time to talk about it.

I have to go for work now. Catch up when I'm back....hopefully...

Btw....

Since I can't sleep, might as well blog abit more. Catch up with some lost time.

I had my first mobile conference call just now. How interesting and exciting. Technology really never fails to amaze me. Anyway, I was so excited I had to shout across my room for Erin.

"Erin? Erin! Erinnnnn!"

No reaction. So, I tried again. This time, louder.

"ERin? ERIn! ERINnnn?"

I sit and wait (ya, I know I'm lazy), looking outside my room door for her to appear. Pause. Still no reaction. So, I turn and reach for my mobile and dialled her number. It rings endlessly, but no answer. Damn.

Five minutes later, she finally walked out of her room and I called for her attention.

"I think I die in my room also nobody knows. Yell for you, you kenot hear. Call you, you never pick up. Sai...."

"Hah? You called meh?"

-.-'''

Note to Erin: I'm going to miss the days when I can do these with you around. Yup, you are right that I'm gonna miss you. But its true. I'm sure you'll miss having me to nag at you too. Regardless whatever confrontations we had or other bad stuff that happened, I won't forget you as a friend and housemate. After all, its my first time living out. I guess I'll still meet you at our favourite mall and catch up with you whenever we can. Just remember to take care of yourself and be more careful with things now that you are moving out. Carefree is good, but careful is better. All the best gal!

Old Habits Die Hard

Here I am again. Stuck with staring at the ceiling when its time to sleep. Like when is this gonna end? Insomnia again or what?

I am really really, very very, freaking freaking, T - I - R - E - D. Phsyically especially. My whole body is aching. I refuse to credit this to my age. I am still young. *bleh*

Now I've got to find something to do so I can go back to sleep. What do you suggest? Play some online games? Listen to music? Just lay in bed? I did all that already. Anything new please buzz me.

Thanks in advance.

Lost Loves...

Recently, people around me are having problems with their love lives. Most of them appeared to be of shock to me. Planning for marriages one moment and the next, they tell you they've ended the relationship.

How bizzare.

Makes me really wonder if all is worth giving in the name of love....

What's Happened Now...

I finally signed the contract with my landlord to extend another year of rental for his place. But before that I had a whole long conversation with my previous agent (the one who engaged us to this place we are staying now) who was obviously testing my patience and I was about to throw someone out of the window.

He has been a real nuisance off lately. I don't even know where to start. Anyway, I don't want to talk to him if necessary, so I shall not talk about him if necessary either.

Goodnite...

On the Progress of Things

Since all the drama....

I am still feeling guilty about not attending the funeral, my mom is back in KL and the cold war looks like a pretty good chance of a treaty.

I wish and hope that my normal life will return soon.

Pray for me please...

On the Cold War

Just before leaving for my trip to Osaka, Mandy, Erin and I had a talk about our moving out condition. We were looking for a new place with bigger space, but in vain. The market price for rental just went up and things were not in our favour since there was a great demand but no supply for places out for rent.

So, we had a discussion about staying on and renewing our contract and finding a new housemate because Erin wanted to move out regardless. From discussion, some tension built up and before I know it, it became some sort of confrontation and argument.

I woke up from my nap, groggy...yet to pack my luggage for the trip...still guilty for not attending the funeral...and the cold war started. I just couldn't take the pressure and had to break down. I hate arguments especially if I'm involved in it.

That day, minimal conversation was carried out after the 'discussion'. It felt awfully weird...it still does...