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I started out the day in quite a good mood. What with my new blue dot Havs to bring happiness to my feet and slap away the crabby me lately I saw Allan’s look as he saw me with a Rustan’s bag in tow after just leaving him and James for a mere 10mins. And I appreciate how he just acknowledged (by not saying anything) that this almost-addiction to the rubber flipflops is something that I will have to deal with for a much longer period of time, in spite of my several tries to quit cold turkey.

I’m still happy as a bee, but a call from one of my good friends tugged at my heart. Love is indeed so hard to figure out. Emotions are just so complex that sometimes relationships are screwed up even when things seem to have "fallen into place". Don’t worry, dear friend, you are not alone. I’ve had a few heartbreaks too many. Up to now, some of the things that happened still don’t make sense. There are still more questions than answers. But if there is one thing that is comforting to know, it’s that we eventually move on.

And maybe love again, or even, lose again. All we can do is hope that someday we will get it right. That someday, someone, preferably one without baggages, will love us and try his best not to lose us, whether it’s his doing or not.

But for now, today, you have me, as you have your other friends. Hugs!

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I read Jon’s blog earlier. Something he said struck me. "It is hard to get attached to something not really meant for you"…

How so very true. It’s even harder when you are the type who can get attached to anything, anyone, in a matter of minutes. Like me. And that’s bad for someone who is an acknowledged wanderer… (Just another one of my contradictions: nomadic yet easily gets attached. Sigh).

Ali and I were talking about how we got attached to Penang so easily. How much we loved it there and hated leaving. To think we were only there for a week! So just imagine how many times I’ve had to get attached then let go in this lifetime, since I have never really stayed put in one place for too long…

So I have this love-hate affair with attachment. I love meeting new friends. Exploring new places. Finding love. But I hate losing touch with good friends. I hate saying goodbye to places I’ve temporarily called home. I hate falling apart with lovers.

Sigh.

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Now for the pick-me-upper This is what I really wanted to post but I got sidetracked. How so very me. Hahaha.

You can never get away with some funny experiences while you’re in another country.

It was the first day of our F2F meeting. And my counterparts from the other side of the world, still jet-lagged, was in need of caffeine real bad. So off they went to our office cafe. When they came back, we were surprised to see them holding plastic bags with dark brown liquid on it.

The other non-locals (including me) must have given them the funniest puzzled looks ever, that the two of them burst in laughter as well.

Oh yeah. That’s hot coffee to go in a plastic bag. Drink ‘em with a straw. The real challenge: Hold the bags while chairing and taking minutes of the meeting

Only in Penang. Hehehe.

(Come to think of it, we’ve been joking that it would be easier to just take caffeine intravenously. Maybe that is a much better option that drinking it through a straw. Mas efficient! Hahaha.)

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