I just moved back to Ampang a couple of days ago and coincidentally hubby left to Kazakhstan for work. So I moved back into my parent's house and I was immediately transported back in time to when I was single. The house feels different though. I feel like I've come back a different person, which isn't a bad thing at all really. Just different, I guess.
As I rummage through my room, I come across old photographs, letters and trinkets. I look at some photographs and my heart fills up with the joy of memories of my school days at Fairview International School. I really do agree with the rest of you that school really was the best time of my life. I go through everyday thinking why they never taught us where to pay our phone bills, bank in cheques, how to open a bank account, security box, place a fixed deposit? It really irks me whenever I come across a completely alien situation and I fail in every way possible in trying to deal with it.
Why don't they tell you in school that everyone is rude? No one helps you out when you a carrying 10 grocery bags. No one offers their seat to you on a train. No one lets you cut into their lane in a traffic jam.
Well, the point of what I am trying to say is that it's tough being an adult. Every single action you perform requires money. I recently moved out of an apartment and organising the entire move was indeed a mammoth task. From collecting boxes from various grocery stores and hypermarkets, to looking for a convenient warehouse location and a trusted moving company. But I managed to find a delightful moving company called Pioneer Movers.
The receptionist was polite, they called me back immediately and they were very responsive to my needs. They made me feel special because they tried their best to help me move in a span of 2 days with 2 days notice. I only thought that I needed to transport the boxes however, I forgot that I had to move out the furniture as well! (Hey! They didn't teach me this in school okay!)
So anyway, I made a really good friend in Maniam who was the man in charge of my move. He patiently packed up my house in a span of 3 hours and agreed to send all my boxes to Taman Tun even after his shift. We shared stories about our lives and shared a very pleasant evening. He really moved along with my needs as they came.
Wow, I really side-tracked there...so back to the present, I came across a collage that was placed behind the shoe cabinet and I told a friend that I wanted to get rid of it. And she asked me, "Why? Don't you just want to keep it?" and I immediately said no. I didn't want the collage because it didn't mean anything to me anymore. Nothing in it that made sense anymore. I guess, it's like finding a signed photograph of Boyzone. It meant something a looong time ago and honestly, no one cares about Boyzone anymore.
She found it weird that by even looking at the collage it didn't make sense to me anymore. So I thought about it and I don't think it's weird at all. I think I may have outgrown a tanktop because it just doesn't fit me anymore...
*Note: My title was inspired by Borat, which was inspired by my hubby's trip to Kazakhstan.
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