“December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.” — Mark Twain
Lately it's very rare seeing me coming back home from office without any plastic or paper bag in my hand. One day I came home with 2 plastic bags full of groceries from Cold Storage, a day before I would be rushing home with one paper bag, couldn't wait to try on the new lingerie in that bag. Another day I came home with one pack of chili chicken floss and sweet & spicy grilled cuttlefish. Today I came home holding one plastic bag of Borders with 5 novels in it. Gees..I couldn't believe it sometimes. It's not that I like shopping very much. Yes, I like shopping just like any other women but not very much. But as I said, my frequency of shopping is very high lately. Sometimes I feel a bit guilty also knowing that later on I realized that I didn't like that sweet & spicy cuttlefish, or I forgot to drink the milk until the expiry date was due, or even the books I bought previously have not been touched yet and now I already bought other books which I don
Tomorrow is my monthly meeting for this month. I feel like going to my own funeral every time I have to attend the meeting. I know, it's too much ;-) Anyway, the analysis, presentation and else always make me nervous. Last month meeting was sooo bad, and so dead. Well, it was nobody's fault but mine. I didn't do enough preparation. By failing to prepare, we prepare to fail, isn't it like that? Guess I learnt my lesson. Just hope tomorrow will be better.
I don't know why I feel so lazy recently to write anything, to leave any note here or in any other media, even for a simple New Year note. It's not that I don't have any issue or idea or going through something worth to share. I do have so many things in my mind, just don't know how and where to start. O, Happy New Year then, hope it's not too late :)