Azztonished!

So, it's been awhile since I've updated. Work has been a hectic train ride! And by train ride I mean, roller coaster and by hectic I mean, unpredictable!

I've been moved to KL and have been here for the past 2 months (Funnily enough, I had only packed clothes for a week). Interestingly enough, the choice to come here was my own. I told myself that living in KK was better. I had friends, family and everything I wanted. I came to KL knowing nobody, expecting a life-style of just simply living at home, day in - day out at the office. Oddly enough, I felt that I needed to be taken out of my comfort zone. I felt that challenging myself to brave an unknown was what I needed. So far, I'm enjoying it. I've made new friends. I've reconnected with old.

In terms of if I regret making the decision...

Nope.

It kinda feels good living out of a bag and working long hours and odd days. Maybe I've just become a glutton for suffering, but I enjoy it.

One more thing. I think I'm over it. I'm not sure. I don't expect to know what I'm talking about. But I think I am. But I feel like I shouldn't. Hm.

So, other than the odd-personal jibe there. And pretty much the post. Expecting a long philosophical spiel here? Well, guess what? You're wrong.

Randall.

Oh and here is a song I just felt like hearing.