Adebelle

What a feeling!!!! It’s 3.15pm Thursday afternoon and yet it feels so much like a Friday. What tops this feeling is that we have WASHED OUR HANDS CLEAN of the third SAP rollout!!!!!!! One more rollout to go and we are done with this project. So I hope.

Anyway, let’s all observe a minute of… of euphoria! Come, say E.U.R.E.K.A with me.

And tomorrow, I’ll be ‘whisked away’ to the east coast for 3 days. Okay, I know this has began to sound like some romantic getaway since I used the term ‘whisked away’. It is not that but a company trip. But hey, I can still be ‘whisked away’, not by some fancy horse carriage but a clumsy travelling coach. Bleeek

Ahhh, just imagine the beach, the sunset and the coconut trees (let’s hope there will be some coconut trees! It better be some coconut trees!! You don’t call a beach beach unless you see some coconut trees, right, right, right??). How about a glass of cocktail (won’t hurt if it’s served by a cute beach boy with perfect white teeth and tanned and tonned muscles…. *mind drifting faaaaar away*) and a good book in hand? Hmmm… that pretty much sounds like an ideal and relaxing lil’ holiday… Oh wait, how can I forget to add some hammocks… and that’s when the coconut trees come in useful… and at the end of this, I shall adjourn to the spa… yummmy…

Ah well, I think my imagination has run a little too far… but… I want a holiday like that…………

Now now, back to Awana Kijal… I guess what awaits me would be some gruesome team building activities *face falls immediately*… Honestly, I’m not the running-under-the-sun kinda person. Outdoor is not my thing…

Oh maan, I’ll have to leave this blog half ‘written’ now… I must go and secure my ice cream!!

It seems only a week when I felt life could have been better if I had a boyfriend to share my ups and downs with and ermmm… to chauffeur me to wedding dinners…

Today, the same thought scares me. I knew it was just the pre-wedding dinner syndrom. I wanted what everyone has. The truth might just be the opposite.

A friend once described me as a butterfly; enjoying its total freedom flying from flower to flower searching for sweet nectar. It’s not completely untrue I’d say. I loooove my freedom. It took me a while to come to that realization. Now, I just couldn’t imagine being chained down for anyone. I love my time alone, be it lying in front of the tv, flipping from channel to channel or just spending the afternoon reading some books. I’ve tried to picture going shopping with my imaginary boyfriend and he was completely out of the picture. Something’s just not right! Most of my girl friends told me shopping is one of the most common thing they do with their boyfriends and here I am feeling all weird about this whole thing. I am just not feeling it! Is there something wrong with me?

I guess, my time hasn’t come and I am not ready to share something so precious and private with another being. Yes, I regard shopping as something private. Imagine how much one can learn about you through this experience. They know what you like and what you don’t. They get a ’sneek peak’ to your fat zone. They even get to learn your dress size! They’ll know if you’re a half cup, 3/4 cup or a full cup person! Now tell me again that shopping is not a private matter!

Like I said before, if a girl tells you that she’s not ready for relationship with you, the chances are, she is really not into you. But for me now, that whole I-am-not-ready-for-relationship could very well be a form of paranoia. Am I paranoid? Am I worried about the ‘what would be’? Am I living in my comfort zone and not wanting to venture beyond this zone? Yes, yes and yes! I am, I am, I am! It hit me while I was taking shower. (I know, I’ve been thinking quite a lot in the bathroom… that’s the result of a relax mind :D)

What if the guy whom I thought I wanted so badly came back to me and told me he loved me and wanted us to be together, would I still be the same girl I once was?

What if the guy I thought would make a perfect boyfriend* told me he’s made up his mind and going to make a life changing decision about us, would I be overjoyed and thank god it is now happening?

What if the cute guy I saw during lunch time decided to talk to me a asked me out for a date, would I agree to it? Maybe he is the one?

What if my answer to any of the questions above is positive and then the PERFECT guy suddenly showed up? What if neither guy is my destiny? What if my childhood dream was supposed to come true and I was going to meet a handsome fine white guy and had a fairytale-like wedding?

I look deep into my heart, no, I don’t actually have an answer for these questions. Maybe I do, I guess it’s greed. Can I just have my cake and eat it too? Can I have all of the above and yet maintain my singlehood? Yea, don’t you want the same too? But it’s kinda impossible unless you wanna be a player in the name of love!

I suddenly remember a story of a lumberjack. He was asked to go into the woods and picked the best tree he saw. As he stepped into the woods, he laid his eyes on a tree with nice branches. He thought that was the tree but the minute he was about to bring down the tree, he stopped. He thought to himself that there could be a bigger and stronger tree ahead. He ventured deeper into the woods and walked passed many nice big trees. It’s almost the end of the woods and he began to worry. Gone are the nice strong trees. What met his eyes were small little old trees. At the end, this lumberjack ended up with the best among the worst tree in the wood.

I keep this story close to my heart as a reminder. Somehow, I am still behaving like the lumberjack. Few good trees given up and still in search for that purrrfect tree deep in the woods.

Will I ever find my tree? Maybe.

Maybe I don’t need even need a tree right now. Maybe the tree has been found. Maybe I ought to let go of the old trees.

Maybe I don’t mean what I meant. Maybe I need to go to bed.

Perfect boyfriend*[n] - a total gentleman/ someone who has the same wave length and frequency as I have/ someone intelligent and intellectual/ someone who tolerates my quick temper and pampers me like a princess/ someone who makes me feel like bettering myself unconditionally.

This post is a week and a day overdue. I’ve meant to put down some words right after the wedding dinner of a dear friend, Wei Haw. But you know, got quite caught up with the World Cup rush and hence the delay.

I remember I had quite a fair bit to relate after the wedding receiption. Somewhere, feelings fade, bit by bit. Whatever that was strongly felt has now become something probably not that worth mentioning.

There is something however I will not easily forget. Being almost the only singleton there, it was really odd sitting at the same table where many two pairs of hands were held. Somehow, my friends and their partners totally erased that uneasiness in me. I didn’t have to drive there all by myself to begin with. It was a big deal to me as driving alone in the dark on some unfamiliar roads scares the broad day light out of me. I am a nervous driver when it comes to you know, roads less traveled by me. Susan and Fu Yuen were so kind! They came to pick me up and throughout the whole journey, I hardly see myself as a lamp post. Instead, I feel like a good friend of these people, I felt like a little sister riding along with my siblings. I really did.

Not far away from the main entrance of Cyberview Lodge stood a beautiful little garden with many chairs nicely adorned with goldenish ribbons. The garden had tranformed itself and ready to embrace the sacred ceremony between two lovers and the many well wishers. I saw Sze Lynn and Thomas, already seated. I hesistated for one minute, feeling a little uneasy as I sat in between the two pair of couples. My hesistation proved to be short lived. Soon I was busy catching up with Sze Lynn whom I last seen on her wedding months ago. It felt just like old times. Thomas was great! For the whole time, he just sat there quietly listening to us gossiping and laughing. I think I’d give him a 10/10.

Dinner was served soon after the registration. Again, I was seated between the same pairs of couples. I really adore these people as they had once again so effortlessly easing my awkwardness. I thought I’d cry when Sze Lynn shared her peeled prawns with me. It’s her little gesture that made me feel so warm and not alone. Thomas just let the two of us talked all we want. I felt a bit sorry to divert her attention from him. But wiseman said ‘love me love my dog’, hehe, that goes to show how much love he has for Sze Lynn! (But really, did wiseman ever say that? hmm, It doesn’t matter, I ain’t no chihuahua either :P)

I just want to say thank you Susie, Fu Yuen, Sze Lynn and Thomas, from the bottom of my heart!

P/S: Until the day Susan says Hallelujah*, I shall be a happy singleton

Hallelujah* - What Susan is going to say the day I found true love!

World Cup is here once again. Yeah, it’s been four years since grandpa passed away. It only occured to me a while ago while I was drying my hair in mum’s room. I could never forget about the day God beckoned grandpa to his kingdom.

It was June 16th 2006, Sunday when mum received the devastating phone call from my cousin, Cecilia. She didn’t return to bed and I knew something was terribly wrong. My instinct told me the phone call only brought bad news. I went out from the bedroom and found her sobbing quietly in the balcony. None of us exchanged a word. All I knew was my tears couldn’t stop themselves. I cried and cried and cried. I didn’t care about the Fluid Mechanics paper I had to take the next day. We took the first flight to JB and it was as if it’s fated, mum met her sister in the airport. Her eyes were swollen. Her face mirrowed ours. Totally saddened by the horrible news.

I could not imagine going through the same pain ever. As the taxi pulled over about 3 meters away from grandparent’s, I could see two marquees being set up. These blue marquees are usually for funeral. I didn’t like the sight of it.  Before seeing these marquees, I was still hoping to see grandpa sitting on his usual spot reading newspaper.The reality hit me finally and it hit me hard. There was a funeral going on and it’s grandpa’s.

My mum and aunt rushed to the front door and immediately got down on their knees. They couldn’t contain their emotions anymore. The two of them were crying like children who had just lost their parent. Grandma could only weep at the side. The rest of the family joined in. Everyone was crying. I stood right at the front gate, not moving an inch. It’s just too much for me. I couldn’t believe it’s happening to all of us. I couldn’t bring myself to walk in that living hall where the coffin was. I refused to believe lying in the coffin was the man I love the most in the whole wide world. Grandpa meant the world to me. He’s my rock and my strength. He is the source of wisdom. He is my one and only grandfather.

I stood there trying to make sense out of this terrible event. Aunt came and grabbed me by my arms. Gently, she walked me to the living hall. My feet were rooted on the ground and I was shivering. I refused to move. I refused to see my grandpa lying so still in the coffin and not responding to my calling. "It’s ok. Don’t have to be afraid. It’s grandpa. Don’t be scared, ok?" I heard aunt coaxing me. Finally, I took a deep breath and walked towards that dark brown casket.

It’s grandpa. It’s really grandpa. I called out and he didn’t respond. I called out again, wishing he would open his eyes and smile at me. He didn’t. He looked asleep and nothing in the world could wake him up. It really broke my heart. How could he ignore me? My tears wetted the surface of the casket. I remember screaming at him until I was too tired. It’s true, grandpa is gone forever and I must accept it. For the next 3 days, we guarded by his side, saying prayers and singing hymms for him.

It’s still very painful to talk about his burial day. I think I should just leave that out for now…

World Cup will never be the same again. It will always remind me of my grandpa. Germany was on song that night. I sat next to his bed in the hospital watching the match with him. Germany beat Saudi Arabia by 8 goals. He loved football and WWF. I developed the interest of watching WWF from him. Grandpa was particularly fond of Rikishi, that fat wrestler. He made grandpa laugh. He was a man of rather a few words and didn’t express his emotions too much. The only bonding time we shared was after 10pm. He would accompany me in the living hall as I tried to finish my homework. Everyone would be fast asleep. Grandpa wouldn’t go to bed until I finished my homework.

He was my number one fan. He had always been so proud of my achievement in school. He bragged about my results to his coffee buddies. There is a twinkle in grandma’s eyes everytime she tells me that. It’s a shame grandpa couldn’t see me in my graduation gown. He would be so happy. I am his first grandchild who has ever made it to university. I knew how much that means to him. But I know he was there during that big day of mine.

There is no need to describe how great a man he was. Many people turned up for his funeral. None but everyone spoke of the good deed grandpa had done on earth. He had the strongest faith in God. He prayed everyday after lunch. He prayed even more while he was terminally ill. If you are a non-believer, of course you wouldn’t believe in God’s miracle. One night, shortly after we left the hospital and were heading back to KL, uncle Peter called and he told mum grandpa was praying fervently. Both his hands were up in the air, praying. He chanted, "Jesus, Mother Mary and Joseph come rescue me." He was having problem taking my hand let alone hanging both hands in the air for nearly an hour. We believe the spirit was with him to ease his pain.

He was a man who commanded great respect. He helped people in need. He bought contributed to the blind. He bought postcards designed by prisoners when none of us sent greeting cards to anyone that time. He gave the indian lady who walked in our house money because she was begging. He didn’t have much education and he self-taught himself to read and write. Occasionally he uttered a few english words to make me laugh. He was the most loving grandpa in the world.

He would rather eat the bones and save the meat for the youngs. We were mad at his habit and wanted him to eat more. I feel so sorry that I was angry at him because of this. I couldn’t understand why anyone would rather eat the bones when there were plenty meat to go around. Then one night, he said to me, "Grandpa is old now and the meat will serve no purpose to an old body. But you are young, you should eat more." Yes, I am still crying everytime I remember that.

This man has taught me so much without me realising it. He taught me to be honest and to be hardworking. He told me to stand up on my own where I last fell down. He taught me the beauty of forgiving. His memory helps me to resist temptations that would lead me astray. His face keeps me going whenever I want to call it quit. He was a man with integrity and his granddaughter will folllow his foot steps. He is the man who changed my life forever, for the better.

Though it’s been four years now, you are still deeply missed, grandpa. Happy father’s day! We love you.

"So… are you seeing someone now?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Anyone goin after you?" "Are you dating anyone?" "You have a boyfriend, right?" "Have you met anyone interesting at the moment?" "Who is the lucky guy?"

Oh well, these are only a handful of the many questions I get asked. "No, I don’t have a boyfriend and neither am I seeing anyone." That is the typical answer I give whenever the question pops up. And I already knew what comes next. "Are you serious?" *But why???" "You must be joking, you don’t look single at all!" "Hmm, I’m sure there are lots of guys going after you but knowing you, you are just too choosy!" Blah blah blah blah blah…

I am just wondering, is life any better for those who are in a relationship? Is it no way for a singleton like me to be able to enjoy life as much as those who are attached? Is it that hard to believe that I am single and very happy?! Is the life of all singletons out there bitter and miserable? If you have a right mind, the answers for all these questions should be a big NO.

Now, I must be lying if I tell you that I don’t want to be in love and I do not want a boyfriend anytime now. If, at any rate I do say so, I must be ‘insanely’ crazy! Of coz I know how it feels like being in love even though I insist that I have never really been in a relationship, not officially. You see, being in love and being in a relationship are two different things all together. All I can say is that every past ‘relationships’ of mine were very short lived. I wanted to compare them with prematured babies but 99% of prematured babies survived. Well, none of mine survived. These relationships died in the womb… Will not dwell in the past. Besides, it’s too complicated to tell and perhaps to deep to fathom. But the point is, I do miss those feelings… butterfly in the stomach kinda feeling…

Now you might ask, what in the world are you waiting for if you like to be in love? The truth is utterly simple. I am speaking the truth and the truth is I have not met ‘him’ yet. There are of course a lot of guys whom I am attracted to and wouldn’t mind going on a date with BUT 90% of the time, these guys are already attached! They perhaps were just, you know, expanding their ’social network’. At this point, if you are feeling sorry for me, don’t! I trully believe that one day ‘he’ will come to proclaim ‘his’ right, ‘his’ ultimate glory and that will be me. So why rush when the time hasn’t come yet. When it comes, it comes. That’s the way I want it to be.

Now you ask, is there any time you feel all alone and suddenly yearn for a boyfriend? Honestly, I don’t often feel quite that way… not until a while ago… I guess it’s the wedding dinner I’m going to attend tomorrow. Most of my uni mates invited are in a relationship. In fact, one of them just got married early this year! So there will be a lot of couple-talk which I am completely not qualified to take part. I’ll be so out of place and that feeling is scary… If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t need to drive to Cyberjaya all by myself. That is my biggest worried, honestly. My sense of direction is the last thing that makes me proud. Maybe this is not all about wanting a boyfriend to attend the wedding dinner. It is the notion of getting lost in Cyberjaya all by myself that unnerves me! I know I’ll be fine tomorrow night

As for now, I am living my life to its fullest. I shall patiently wait for my prince to come in glory to proclaim his rightful throne.

Oh by the way, just a little something for guys to contemplate. If a girl tells you that she enjoys her singlehood and that it’s best for you two to be friends, the chances are SHE IS NOT THAT INTO YOU. That is the politically correct way of rejecting your feelings, just so you have not realised.

So you see, I’m a happy singleton but beneath all this, it is really the matter of meeting someone RIGHT and SINGLE!

All you nice cute SINGLE guys with a career out there, I really don’t mind some nice little message from you Speaking about desperation… Haha, I guess even a happy singleton would have some desperate moment!

But don’t take this seriously. I am seriously not desperate but do not mind meeting nice and interesting blokes.

I never thought I’d do this, you know, advertising for love… but look, didn’t I just do it? *lol*

It must be the wine………

I’m still reading about Randal on google. I know it sounds a wee bit exaggerating but I really think I have just been inspired by Dr. Randal Pinkett. Hmmm, PINKett… my favourite colour. But hey, that has nothing to do with the new found respect I have for this man. *lol*

Now back to the 5th habit - Seek First To Understand Then To Be Understood.

Randal mentioned this to his new team mate, a rude and extremely bossy blonde(don’t remember her name) when she asked his opinion about her behavior. She was being so defensive all the time. She has no respect for her team mates and constantly challenged the authority of her project manager. I thinks she is the nemisis of her team. She destructed the team’s dynamic and hence causing the team defeat. She is the problem and apparently Donald Trump recognized that. Soon after that, she was fired. A right decision, Donald!

My mind raced back to the instances I thought I behaved like her. Maybe not to her extend but yes, there were occasions when I was so busy to defend myself and hence fail to understand the core of the problem. I wanted people to understand me, from my point of view and not theirs. Now I realized I could be a pain to deal with. But learning and perfecting ourselves are the whole purpose of living, isn’t it? There is still time to change.

This 5th habit is all about creating a win/win situation and establishing one’s influential power. To me, it means more like that. It opens up my eyes to see the darker side of me. It reminds me to practise the active listening skill. Sad to say, people these days don’t listen with open heart but with pre-judgement. Are you?

While it’s hard to change our attitude towards certain things, it’s worth to remember to always seek to understand then to be understood!

Meanwhile, I sense an urgent need to complete the 8th Habit of Highly Effective People which is sitting untouched on my book shelf.

To a more intellectual self, here I come!

Seek First To Understand Then To Be Understood. How very well said. This is of coz not the first time I heard of this famous quote mentioned in Stephen R. Covey’s best-selling, "7 Habits of Highly Effective People".

But last night, watching the Apprentice and hearing that from Randal* it suddenly dawned on me the importance of practising this habit. I haven’t been following season 4 as closely as I did for previous seasons hence not very familiar with the backgrounds of each contestant. Fascincated by the calm and poised Randal last night, I decided to do a little research on this guy. He has this leader aura around him that makes him stand out from other contestants who were constantly yelling their lungs out to make their opinions heard. It’s trully a pain to watch them. For some reasons, I even felt embarrassed for them. I think a great leader does not lead by voice but action.

Typed in Randal  and clicked ’search’, a list of results returned immediately. I hit the first result and to my utter delight, Randal won! I must say I do have eyes for great leaders.

Randal, 34, is the founder, president and CEO of his fifth venture "BCT Partners," a multi-million dollar management, technology and policy consulting firm based in Newark, N.J., that works with corporations, government agencies, philanthropic and nonprofit organizations. Born in Philadelphia and raised in Hightstown, N.J., he holds five academic degrees in engineering, business and technology including a B.S. from Rutgers University, an M.S. from the University of Oxford in England as a Rhodes Scholar, and an M.S., M.B.A. and Ph.D. from MIT. A former college championship track and field athlete, he has received numerous awards for his accomplishments as an entrepreneur and technologist including the National Society of Black Engineers "National Member of the Year." A Leadership New Jersey Fellow and Next Generation Leadership Fellow, Randal has been featured by Black Enterprise magazine and Ebony magazine in their "30 Leaders of the Future" issue. He is a proud member of First Baptist Church in Somerset, N.J., where he resides and is happily married to his wife Zahara.

1. What was your very first job?
Lemonade stand at the street corner.

2. Who convinced you to try out for the Apprentice?
My wife, Zahara Wadud-Pinkett.

3. What did you quit/leave/sacrifice to join the Apprentice show?
I left behind my family and friends, including my wife, as well as my business partners and colleagues to operate my company.

4. Why do you want to work for Mr. Trump?
I want to learn from the best in the business and Mr. Trump is among the best.

5. What have you learned from watching previous seasons of the Apprentice?
Work hard, play to win, and always be willing to stand up for yourself.

6. Why should you be the next Apprentice?
I combine a strong academic background (Rutgers, Oxford, and MIT) with more than 13 years as an entrepreneur including a multi-million dollar enterprise.

7. What’s your definition of success?
Success is measured by how many people you have helped to become successful.

8. What is your philosophy on business?
Find the best people and then get out of their way so they can do their job.

Do you, like me, is in awe by this great guy? I particularly love the answers on question 7 and 8! He’s a true genius and a natural leader!

As I clicked on other results returned, I found out about the drama on the Finale. ‘If you were me, would you hire Rebecca also?’, asked Donald Trump  after announcing Randal as the winner. FYI, Rebecca is the runner up of season 4 Apprentice. But then Randal, who’s perhaps played the game with more integrity than anyone else in four seasons of “The Apprentice,” and who earned the respect of basically every other candidate in the suite this season, surprised everyone.

“Mr. Trump, I firmly believe that this is ‘The Apprentice,’ that there is one and only one apprentice, and if you’re going to hire someone tonight, it should be one,” Randal said. “It’s not ‘The Apprenti,’ it’s ‘The Apprentice.’”

I continued reading on other comments made by the Americans about Randal’s decision. Some very angry, hurt and even feel cheated by his last minute of so-called selfishness. Why would they even feel cheated?!?! They were too emotional. Deal with it and leave that man alone!

Below are some good comments about Randal’s decision which reflected mine.

WATERING DOWN THE REWARD WAS RACIST

“Randal was man enough to fight for his title of THE Apprentice — not one of the two apprentices. And then there’s the issue that white people — not having experienced racism will never be able to think of. But let me tell you what ALL black people are thinking today: Why, when finally Donald hires a black man (Kwame was just as classy and just as good — remember?) would he decide that this is the time to water down the reward and make it a two-fer. Let the black man have his day if he deserves it. I’m a woman, and I’m saying that if Rebecca was better no one could have twisted Donald’s arm to prevent him from hiring her.” 

RANDAL STOOD UP FOR HIMSELF

“I think Randal was the clear winner. The fact that he wants to run a billion-dollar company is in line with Trump’s plans. I didn’t mind that Randal didn’t want Rebecca to be hired. In business you can’t always be nice. You have to stand up for yourself once in a while in order to survive. It’s not like Randal stepped on Rebecca to win. I believe Randal doesn’t mind if Rebecca gets hired, but just not on the show.” 

Oh well, I think I went off track too much talking about Randal here. Meant to talk about the fifth habit. Maybe the next post

Love checking out my daily horoscope, be it from the newpapers, magazines or over the internet.

Usually I tend to just laugh at the absurdity of some predictions and forget all about them the next minute.

But today’s Daily Horoscope here kinda grabbed my attention.

A preoccupation with material goods will distract you from things that matter most.

In Detail…

The shopping bug has bitten and it’s not letting go — but this fascination with material goods is not going to be good for you right now. All signs still point to save, save, save! Not only is throwing your cash around going to drain your resources, but it’ll distract you from things that matter most. There’s more delight to be found in the people around you than in some silly new gadget or trendy accessory. Put yourself on a budget and avoid the mall for a while.

Unbelievable. This is the most accurate Horoscope ever! Seriously!! How did it happen??? How did this thing know I’ve been… well, contributing to the malls?!

Just like yesterday, well, I just splashed out quite some money at Hush Puppies. But it’s not like I wanted to spend that sort of money. I had no choice. My stupid heels, driving me completely nuts. Walking on them was like the greatest form of torture. They weren’t like this. I’ve worn the same pair of heels trotting around KLCC with ease! Now wearing them seems like a nightmare! A word of wisdom, do not ever change the sole of your expensive shoes…

To my sheer desperation, I had to stop at Hush Puppies before dragging myself inside the stinky LRT. I was glad my toleration was at its best yesterday. Else, I swear I’d buy everything on the shelves when I heard that cow sarcastically ‘whispered’ to the male assistant who had been so patiently serving me. Though I can’t speak cantonese but I am very able to understand what she said. ‘Waaah, trying on so many pairs… if she doesn’t buy, all your effort is so going to be wasted maaaan!’ Stupid woman! I hope she doesn’t get a single sale for the next 6 months!

She should consider herself lucky that I didn’t storm all the way to her manager! She’d be dead, I swear! Speaking about good customer service… I wonder how they recruit sales assistants these days!

Since when there is a quota on how many pairs of shoes customer gets to try?! Absurd! I was just having a minor choice disorder…

I thought I looked rather odd with the cute lavender sneaker on my feet while still wearing the no-nonsense working clothes in black. I lost count of the number of bemused faces and decided not to get annoyed. After all, I did agree that I looked rather… abnormal that way.

Anyways, absolutely no regrets getting that pair of sneaker! Mind you, I stood all the way from KLCC to Kerinchi. If not the lavender sneaker, I don’t think I’d ever made it back to the car park.

So over all, a very smart and necessary purchase!

Oh wait, what did the horoscope say again?? *grin*