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I find it difficult to have to maintain a healthy relationship between blogspot, my missus, work, family and myself. Well, I am not complaining, but really, I've been trying to juggle, but to really, finally find that 24 hours is not sufficient to cover all these areas, is quite triumphant. I have never find such pleasure in work, until now. Despite all the complaints I've made about my new job, with its odd working hours, gender inequalities, the scorching sun (which was the main reason of my uneven tan), I find that I could actually benefit something from all that.

Job satisfaction.

But what I really don't like about my work, could possibly be the sudden plans of having to travel to somewhere distant, with a minimal time of notification. I have been brought up to CAREFULLY PLAN and SCHEME my schedule in life, that I find this pretty difficult to adapt to. Like, within 24 hours, you are expected to leave for Johor (FOR INSTANCE!) and like when you inquire about the next date you have to travel, you can never get a definite answer, because THE CLIENTS can never make up their minds on what, where and how to do YET. So, being the lowest in the pyramid of RAT RACE, most of the time, I have sudden assignments jump behind me, and thus, I'm always on the go. Believe me if I were to tell you that I now, live with my suitcase, PRE-PACKED.

However, for the long weekend, I was back in time, for Yenny and Viv's "house-warming" sorta. They moved into a new place, and we managed to make it to their new place at 12 IN THE MORNING. Then the next day, was spent with the missus, here and there, and managed to meet up with MayLee for desserts. Finally I was able to meet the missus's friends, from NZ and was of course amused with the friends she made abroad.
I was kinda affected, because somehow I do miss my OWN friends, and because of work (or I'd say, our careers), we have most likely drifted apart in the midst of insufficient time and different commitments. I do miss the times when I could stay awake until 3-4am, just to hang out, in clubs or in decent drinking places, but now, now it only takes 10pm, to ring my body clock and deactivate my systems inside.

Sigh.