First 8 months

After a long hiatus, I decided to blog again.  

I rarely confide to people, as I believe there's someone out there with bigger problems than mine.

I can't pen my thoughts in my diary, as it would be embarrassing if someone eventually read my diary (besides, I'm trying to save the trees).

The past 8 months, has been challenging for me. 

May, the demise of my uncle whom I fondly addressed him as Pak Mat.

Worked my ass off and only to be laid off in June (position made redundant).  And with the package, I scoot off to Rome with my brother.

July 19, grandmother passed away at 90.  And I still miss her till today.  Ramadhan 10, the date that I will never forget.

August, another family passed on after battling with his own illness - Siti Nadia's grandfather. 

And I'm still finding a job... The old boss said to me that Singapore is a fertile country... Trying to be optimistic in that sarcasm tone. 

On a lighter note, my dearest sister, has moved her whole family to JB and I hope it would they are adjusting well. 

I'm trying to organise all my cyber stuffs into one email address or log-in.  Surprisingly, it is tedious.  If I had not lost my hotmail password, the whole transition would be seamless. 

Then, I came across a print screen from 2007, and it touched my heart then flooding me with memories.  I know it is only wise to let him go and be happy for him, for he has found his love, but I cannot put aside this hope that we would be one and I'm all set to make it right this time. I had prayed to forget about him, but God knows that I was not sincere in my prayers.  So, I am left to mend this heartache. 

I miss you, my mister trendy