I am ten years old, living half of my life and still do not know whether my skin is black with white stripes or white with black stripes ~ Marty, Madagascar
Hi all. How you all have been for the past few weeks? I? :)
I am not sure what to tell you. I think I should start with saying, I had a wonderful and catastrophic week. You wonder what that means?
I went for an outstation for one and a half day traveling plus one and a half day workshop. It was a last minute notice so of course I complained a lot, like normal people do. Luckily I was not on my own. A friend of mine came along with me to attend the course and it happened that it was her first traveling experience. I like that. It gave me some kind of authority to protect and show her the way..:P, just kidding. Actually I am glad, someone was there to accompany me. Traveling can be a lot of hassle and having her there at least distracted me from thinking about how I disliked all those teeny weeny things like queuing and waiting plus you have got to know, she has got this brightest and beautiful smile ever.. :)
So on the first day alone guess what, I lost my precious wedding ring *somewhere*..and....we almost missed our connecting flight to Kuantan because I was not listening to the announcement and was busy running from one public toilet to another to search for my precious ring...phew..I really was not thinking straight..luckily we did not miss the flight after like running a hundred metres sprint. We were the last people boarding the plane. No, I did not find my ring. :( * sad
Then..on the second day, tada...I nearly lost my handphone (my life) and my jacket (my life - I can't stand cold,) too. Yup. I am very absentminded/forgetful. I could be one of those many people who can remember number just by glancing it but lost things without even the slightest idea how it slipped out of my mind and my fingers.
The wonderful things were (a lot of wonderful things), I found out, that the driver who made the u-turn like three times to fetch my things that I left somewhere, was a very-very patient person. It made me wonder, if his wife was more or less like me..hee :D.. And a friend who was attending the same course and happened to be on the same plane with us (me and leha) told me something that made me write this story. He said, " you better alert a friend you are traveling with that you are absentminded so they would know how to check on your things before leaving". Thanks Joesip. Yup. These people made me unearthed my few (of many) related stories of not only how I lost my several precious things but also how I get lost, how I nearly burn down the gas station *(exaggeration)...and....well..
Owh..not to forget, I must thank the weird traffic light in kuantan. It has got a *u-turn* instead of the round/circle lights on. It tempted me to look for my hp to take picture of it, and that's when I realized Its not with me. ^_^
I was sad indeed but then again, that's me. I eased myself at the airport and on the plane by reading a book. The book was written so beautifully it made me laugh and it made me cry. I can't believe it moved me so deeply, I was so totally immersed in it and could not really shake it off ( the story being told) my mind even after I arrived safely at home.
Why? The story itself. He mentioned something about reading the newspaper about all the kidnapping, murder, burglary but he wrote it in such a lighthearted manner he actually made fun of reading those stuff. Which was true. All we ever read everyday were about those bad things. So where are the good things? Hidden somewhere?
Because of that, I decided not to tell a bad story. I did have fun. I made peace with myself about the ring. I won't buy or let him buy a new one. Who knows where I might lost it again next time around. I am married. I don't need a ring to remind me of what I am.
So now you know why I hate traveling.
Peace
^_^
