The Nomads

"A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again."

~Author Unknown~

In my opinion, there's nothing more significant in life than a beginning and an ending. I'm sure many would agree with this. I have been dealing with the goodbyes and the hellos most of my post-high school life and to date, I still hate saying hellos or farewells.

Farewells at the end of my high school year were easy. One; because I have no solid idea of what kind of life I'm going through after SPM. Two; HIGH SCHOOL sucked big time. A new chapter began for me in March 2001 when I entered matriculation and geting to know new people from different parts of the state was great. A year later, my dormmates (Anggung, remember this?) and I cried like hell when we parted our ways. But, my last day at the college was savoured by an unforgettable memory. Thanks to whomever it was. It still matters to me not because who you were to me, but because of what you have been to me; regardless of everything I had done to you.

Another episode of life-changing drama took place when I pursued my study at one of the established local varsities. Despite of being the loner for the early months, saying hello to new faces was never as easy as then. A lot of things had happened during the four years of living in the foreign land, resulting my bitter farewell in April 2006, to all my beloved varsity-mates whom I have called my brothers and sisters. I got myself an almost permanent job at a local retail store 2 months later and the different phases that I have gone through all this while had taught me to deal with different kinds of people, erhmm.. quite well.

A surprise offer to join a teaching course, right after I got a permanent deal and a pay rise - was suddenly portrayed in my storyboard. So I went up north, meeting new people again and life became easier each time. The nomadic lifestyle I lead continues until the day I reported duty to my new and permanent workplace here in the Swan Town. It's a never-ending journey to me.

I just got back from Kuching yesterday after a few days break and packing has never been easier nowadays. I have learnt to optimise spaces in my luggages, to pack my lunch-breaks, to check the tyres and stuff . .

Upon arriving home (Sibu), I felt awkward to open the door knowing that one person is missing. It's just a phase and it will pass, I told myself and I unloaded my stuff from the car, thinking. Counting to be exact - of how many more days left for another long weekend in Kuching! I'm living on a roll, and this is how a rock star lives! Heck yeah~

Rini is not here with Nurmi and I anymore. Not that I'm not saddened by it, but I am excited that one of my best butts, oops, best buddies - Michelle, is coming over in less than two weeks' time. She'll not be staying here in Sibu, (she gets a really good job in Kapit), but hey hey, at least I know one bitch of mine is around! I hope she could spend some weekends with me here. Prinda should be really jealous. Chel, I can't promise you anything here, but I'll try to declare Sibu a city! Hahaha~

My Mak said I should start applying for a transfer, since that Nurmi has a great tendency of leaving after her wedding next December. "Err.." was all I could say to Mak. Depsite the constant longing for my Kuching lifestyles and bitches, as for now, I would like to stay a bit longer for my career-wise. We'll see when I will quit being a nomad.

Current song: Plane by Jason Mraz