Returning back to work...

Somewhere in between completeing my masters and enjoying my break from work, I got lost in the fact that I still have a job with responsibilities. Urgh I am so used to staying up till 2am and waking up at 9am I have no idea how to adjust with my work schedule anymore. I don’t think I can be ready at this point.

Anyways, about work… Turned out I’m going back to old Politeknik Port Dickson. Yep, the polytechnic I studied in 16 years ago. (wow I’m old). Of course I’m glad going back there instead of the Sabak Bernam area which is infested by monitor lizards and charlies. My feelings are all over the place?

For a year and a half, I have felt so safe. Hidden in my bedroom at my parents’ house day and night playing video games while chatting with my gamer community had kept me from the dangers of society. Judgmentals, gossipers, douchebags. But I guess I knew it couldn’t last. There would come a time where I had to return to them all. The time is now and I have to get my lazy ass off my desk chair and move on with life professionally.

Where do I start? There’s just so much to do and so little time. My priorities are all over the place. To make it worse, I have a freaking wedding to plan! God Help Me!

Absence

When I bought a macbook (2012) I had a goal to start writing. Journals, blogs, you name it. The soft keys of the laptop made it look fun to type with. But that didn’t last long. My excuse was that the macbook was not so practical as it wouldn’t fit into my hand bag to be carried everywhere. So I bought an iPad. It seemed at that time (2014) having a portable typing device would make my blogging easier. I downloaded this app (Blogpad Pro) which wasn’t free to add on to the ambitious gesture.  Blogging is so hard.  Everytime I get it on, all ready to start typing a life worth of thoughts, I lose interest. My writer’s block seem to be lasting a whole lifetime. Started with days, then months and they years. To be more precise, I even forgot my password to the blog I once had before I made this one. So much for the saying Hangat-hangat tahi ayam or translated as “Hot hot chicken shit” meaning want to do it, but got lazy in 2 minutes.  Anyways. After watching 4 seasons of Sex and The City, I found my interest again. I wonder why I didn’t like the series before. Maybe at 34, single, finally I can relate to it. I love how Carrie expresses herself in her articles. I may not be a professional writer but I sure have a gazillion stories to tell. I mean, I’m only single for like 5 more months. I should start writing more.  So for now, just another “hello again...” I’ll think of something to write about.