Still here. Still living if not to the fullest. Still breathing even nose going to explode because of the flu. Eating even got cavity and swollen gum. Sitting in front of the PC in the cold office even though got damn ass killing period pain. Cursing about the careless driver splashing air lopak that cause my baju kurung all wet. But somehow beside all the complaint I am thankful for this because it means that I'm still alive. Still breathing.
Oh yes it's been a while. I haven't writing since I start my new job. Still absorbing the whole new idea, new workplace, new colleagues, new route to work, new environment. To be frank it's not bad. Everything is great. The problem as always...is me. I feel that my heart don't belong. I don't know. It's just I don't have 'the feeling' that I had at my previous workplace. Urm..Even I don't have the answer.
I just want to be happy. And missing my dear Kak Nor so much. RIP. Al-Fatihah.
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ME: A place where my heart don't belong
