The intricacy of remembering too much.

I might not be a very alert person,

but I am not one of those blur 1.

Why and How on earth did I dropped my purse inside the taxi?!

Thing is,

I had the insecure feeling that something might happened.

The kind of insecurity that I can't describe.

I even look back at the car seat once I stepped out the car. Too bad it was too dark to see at thing.

Needless to mention that my purse is a blackie.

It's like right away after I closed the door of the cab, I realise the missing of my purse.

BUT the driver was already miles away.

My lost?

RM400 cash; IC; Student Id(s);

Gold necklace; atm cards and member cards...

If you ask me,

I'd rather to lost my phone than my purse, really.
Still, it's better to lose a purse compare to other unfortunate accidents.

Not because of the cash (well, partly),

but the stories behind all the little things including the purse.
Call me sentimental. =/

Black Leopard was purchased in Leeds, where I still remember clearly that we ran into the store and I picked it up, Jv and I agreed that it's very worth to own it.
The story  that TzeJian pointed out that my passport sized pic was matching the leopard prints on blackie. My oh my.

My student id(s)... HELP and Northumbria.. I still have 40 over pound printing credits inside and it's the only student card that is still valid, argh. Needless to say those funny stories behind it, library, the city and the buddies.
And my high school birthday present, arghhh. It worth pretty much higher than it was back then.

Ironically, I told Jon that I felt more secured with more cash to carry in bag the same night.
 :-O

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On the good side, maybe losing it is what it takes to bring me to the next chapter.
Keep holding to memories may not be wise after all.

Good news is,
I got the important stuffs settled.
By myself.
*Proud to shoutout*
Police report, re-do of IC, re-apply of atm cards,
all in a morning.
Lucky enough.
 Blessed to have friends who actually called to concern.

It's been long time ago since my last longgg post...
Till then...

New chapter.

I am employed on my very first interview,

until I decided to turned off their offer.

Could have qualified to be an Intellectual Property Attorney.

How's that sound?
=/

I figured I should keep my options open.

After all, I agreed with what Taro said bout me.

His words still weight, clearly.

Until then,

more interviews to attend.

Responsibility,

something I should really learn now.

Stripped.

Then there's a point I realised

What I owned has never been in proportion as to how much I've put in.

Thing is,

everything comes easy.

They worked hard for things they've achieved.

'You just glides through' is what I've been hearing. 

Is it that I haven find something worth my effort?

Make me work for it.
I need to feel it.
That kind of satisfaction.

Like a f'kin dream I'm livin' in.

Am I one of the few who are actually enjoying this?
How should I put it in words...
Light and easy?
Haha.

Silly me.