the day i feel blessed i have my own place...

the day is almost over. i should have gone to a line dance party that is being held now somewhere on the other part of the city. and to think there's no more rapidkl bus services by the time the party over, i decided not to go with some good excuses i.e. grand auntie just passed away last thursday and that, i have to give some due respect to her. in fact links, pics, about it have been posted and shared in my fb page. so my line dancing friends should have known the proof there... *winks* i am not keen in taking taxi as i find the prices are damn ridiculous! but if in certain case maybe. i don't want to take the risk of going back home alone on a taxi at late night. would you, ladies?

anyhow i did text someone dearie who apparently stays near the hall ― told her about the party and my intention to sleep-over at her place after the party is over. i have promised myself, if ok, i will go off as early as i can... there was no response after an hour. so i told myself if by 2:00 pm or 2:30 pm there's still nothing from her, i would better stay at home. and now is close to 7 hours since i asked her. i doubt she's into the idea. if not for sure she answers me immediately or so. its alright. i know where i stand.

luckily i managed myself accordingly last 3 weeks ― when i attended a company annual dinner, that was held near her place as well. and that... will be written in an another blog post.

i stayed with my lil' sister when i first started to work here in the city last end january. it was not easy. her place is very far. i had to follow her to a lrt station and take it from there and the list went on... this is the time where i feel blessed i have my own place. although i am sharing with a friend, but still, i am all on my own... one of the advantages of staying alone is our life and whatever we do can be more flexible. i totally agree with earl's 101 reasons to stay single. his points are all oh so true!

on the other hand, yes, i have to be alert no matter whenever or wherever i am.

to all single gals and ladies out there, here's an important message i shared from a fb friend―

be safe peeps wherever you are... xx

sharing is caring

...knows there's no such thingy as xmas in sept (xmas in july, yes) but who cares she glad she makes many ppl not just loved ones, happy 2day ❤

i tweet that last night.

we have all heard from an early age… ‘sharing is caring’. toys, ice cream, a hug… you name it.

in today’s world, sharing is all about the ‘like’, ‘tweet’, ‘+1′ and ‘stumbles’. as such, first, i email to all the team members in the office of the subway malaysia vouchers i received. as i find only some of them interested i shared about it to the outside world too via fb and twitter. they were all gone by evening!

it was subway malaysia’s fault of delivering our delivery order late by close to an hour on last 2 fridays. i was rather angry as many times i warned them that they gonna served foreign customers! and when i called the store the other day to ask for the original receipt, how lucky i was i got to speak with the owner itself. she apologized to me of what had happened. thus she gave me quite a number of their vouchers. i kept some for my boss too. and when i handed the vouchers to him, he thanked me. and of course we had a quick talk of how on earth i was able to get those vouchers. not one. not two. but a lot. its really quite a sum that i have to share. if not, don’t tell me i must eat subway sandwiches everyday till the due date… ahaks! yes, many people asked: how you got it? don’t ask. how many do you have? don’t ask. if you wish to have it, i will give it to you. but of course i don’t have any now. i only have one left anyway for moi. that’s what my boss advised me— to keep one for myself since i took care and handled everything well… he also commented jokingly that i may look small but fierce (kecil-kecil cili padi*, you know?) and i have a big heart. aw… thank you so much sir…

*kecil-kecil cili padi, is a malay expressions literally means: do not underestimate its hotness though the bird pepper is small in size. so size doesn’t matter?

alright, talking about sharing, when we share, we break out of the boundaries of our ego and recognise the humanity of the other. sharing breeds inter-dependence, happiness and harmony. for a planet with limited resources, sharing is the way forward.

there are three kinds of givers in the world: the stone, the sponge and the honeycomb. to get anything out of a stone, you must hammer it; even then it only yields chips and sparks. to make a sponge part with the water it holds, you must squeeze it. the harder you squeeze the more you get. then there is the honeycomb, from which sweetness overflows. this unattributed saying beautifully sums up how we humans abounding with attachment, and fraught with emotion, share what we consider our own.