Putrajaya Misadventures

I don't engaged in rumours.

Especially in the office. Well, one thing you cannot avoid is the office politics.

People say, it is always good to know about what's really happening in the office.

Stories like, who's going to this country, who gets the next promotion, bla bla.

I always remain oblivious about these things.

Well, I am curious about my next promotion. Will I remain here? or i will be posted to somewhere else.

 Or the worst nightmare, posted to another country. sheesh. Kalau tiba2 kena pegi Mumbai. Nangis gue! 

It doesn't matter la Bollywood ke Taj mahal ke..

 Haha..

But often, I can't help if they actually told me things.

I wish I knew where I stand a chance for the next promotion.

I am secretly hoping for a new challenge soon.

Amin. 

thank goodness I'm home.

After 10 days trip to Jordan, a transit in Dubai and another stop at Karachi, I am finally back in the same old game, the usual hectic work schedule. But so far all went well, I managed to reach home at 6pm and take the next turn in the kitchen to prepare for iftar.

When I am away, I found myself missing him a lot more. Indeed, that calls for the need to spend more cash on the phone bills. Argh, scary.  Sometimes I wish if they ever sent me abroad again, but the next time if it calls for more than just 2 weeks courtesy calls.

 Yeah, I had enough of balls, and gala dinners, fine dinings when I went away. It was fun, the food is always good.

But you're alone.

When you're back in the hotel, you could only sink yourself in a bathtub, soak in a luxury seasalts as great way to pamper yourself, but you're alone.

and missing the person you love.

Missing the country where you just happy to be until now. 

but thank goodness,

I'm home now.