Going KL.

I think I'm pretty well-known for having preference different from others, which Jh always likes to comment on.

I prefer to take bus to KL. Plane is faster, but take bus I can sleep mah. And take a longer time to reach there = work less there. Ho ho ho ho ho~ Frankly speaking, the buses all are not bad one, quite comfortable!

Then this late afternoon, just before I wanna booked ticket to go home, there was an urgent meeting to discuss the situation and how to proceed from there. Apparently, the KL people wanted me to stay there to oversee the starting of the production in case something goes wrong. And they are starting on Saturday. That means... they wanted me to stay on and over the weekend. =\ But I insisted on going home today (Thursday) and said I will come back again on Saturday morning.

Most people will think might as well stay there, better than wasting time travelling to and fro. But..... stay there I also waste time. I didn't bring enough entertainment to last me until next Wednesday, I didn't bring enough clothes (only 3-4 days of clothes), and I didn't bring enough cash!

Okay, actually it's okay one. Hahahaa.. Entertainment, can go Sungei Wang buy dvd watch, clothes can send for laundry service and money can use ATM, but I just wanna come back lah. Stay there quite sian one... At night boring one...

Let's hope this trip would really be my final trip down to KL for this project. *pray hard*

Neat doesn't mean good.

Although my room is messy (very messy), most of the time I know where my stuff are. Then always there will be someone trying to act smart and attempt to tidy up my room. Well.. this mentality is good. Sure enough, when things are arranged neatly, they are supposed to be organised. But more than half the time, this tidy up thingy were not done with my presence. You know the story.

When things are messy, at least I still do know where I placed my stuff. Now things are tidy. BUT! BUT! You don't know where my stuff is, and I don't know where my stuff is. Tell me.. what's the point? It just adds two frustrated people in the world. I can't find my things, you felt unappreciated.

Room messy, then messy lah! Not like my room is an exhibition room for people to see or wat (messy room can also be an exhibit btw). It's just a room to rest! ARGH!! Now I gotta reorientate myself to the new arrangement of my stuff. SO FUN! RAWRRR!

P/S: Anyway, it's not my mum this time round. It's my sister's new maid. New maid always likes to act garang and volunteered to tidy up my room. But mum still has to take the blame. She APPROVED it.