A Timeout

I’m so exhausted.

I know, it’s been barely two months and I’m already complaining. Lol. And funny how I always choose to do a blogpost whenever I don’t have much time on my hands.

Anyways, it isn’t really the work that tires me, but people. I don’t really mind working late hours if it’s with great people in a great environment. I have been blessed for the first few weeks in terms of that. This current job though… well let’s just say it exhausts me. And I can’t wait for a break. #whinybrat

I find so much comfort in being able to go to church. Not trying to sound too #spiro, I just like the environment and tender loving care given. Hahaha. Perks of being a newcomer. Of course, having the church being gospel-centered is central to pointing to true joy.

Last Sunday I was greeted by a view of disabled people seated in front, and there usually aren’t so many of them and it grabbed my attention. A sight of a lady with an oxygen tank/bag caught my eyes. Has she always been here? I wonder. During baptism, a lady who suffers from what seemed like a motor neurone disease was wheeled to the front and gave a slurred yet confident declaration of her faith, and I wondered about how I’m so enabled to love Him with my hands and feet and yet my faith is but a mustard seed. 10 minutes into the service two chairs were pulled up next to me and a pair of elderly couple sat in them. The old uncle asked me if I was new, and I replied that I have been attending for a few weeks now. He smiled a very tender, grandfather-ish smile that made my heart warm. He introduced me to those in front of us during the short mingling and even motioned for me to go meet more. He then introduced his wife to me, who has “a little bit of dementia”, according to him as he said it with sad smile. When it was announcement time the Reverend came to speak and the uncle whispered to me “that’s my son” with a proud face and I could see clearly how his son resembled him and his wife. After the service he asked if I was joining lunch to which I couldn’t, and he said “will I see you next week then?”, to which I immediately affirmed ย with a smile. I left with his warm smile lingering in my mind as I thought of my grandfather.

I thank God for encounters like this.ย 


I have started working.


Basically the title is self-explanatory, to assure everyone who has been asking me “so… what are you doing now?”

To be honest, I’m quite glad to have an appropriate answer ready before Chinese New Year came. Else I’d be stuck with the same ol’ “errrr I’m looking for a job” with ensuing awkward silence. Hmm, that sounds like I got a job just to please everyone else. Then again, I need the money, so yeah… *contemplating life decisions* sorry, got lost in my own thoughts there. Anyways,

I’m currently working in KL, dear uncles, aunties, friends, acquaintances, and long-lost relatives. I sincerely thank you for your concern.

I shall re-enact the common FAQs that I have encountered so far, for easy reading purposes.

Aunty: So where are you working now, dear?

Me: In KL, aunty. KL sentral.

Aunty: Oh, is it in the bus station building?

Me: No, aunty. It’s in another building nearby, called 1Sentral.

Aunty: Oh *feigning recognition*. So what are you working as?

Me: An auditor, aunty.

Aunty: Ohhhh *pitiful eyes* my goodness, very tough I heard, auditor job.

Me: Yeah, okay lah aunty. I suppose every job starting also liddat.

Aunty: Ya lah, true. So how long have you been working? Do you go back often?

Me: For about a month. Umm, I haven’t been back until CNY. Because I have to work on weekends sometimes.

Aunty: Oh dear. Do you OT alot? Can claim wan ah?

Me: Yea, more than I expected as a new employee. Can claim can claim. (Note: lazy answer)

Aunty: Oh then okay lah. So why KL ah? *intrigue smile*

Me: Err more exposure lor. Malacca not many industries and stuff. (honest answer: I just wanna get out of Malacca)

Aunty: Ohh. So where are you staying? Which church do you attend?

Me: I’m staying with my uncle’s family in Ampang. I’ve been attending St. Mary’s Church which is near the Dataran Merdeka. (Hence the cover picture for this post!)

Aunty: Oh good lah, nearby. Got new car and all. Should be easy to go around lah. But poor your parents, house now so empty.

Me: *awkward chuckle* yea. (I am an ungrateful child, Aunty. I don’t deserve my parents *wails internally*)


Right. Now that that’s out of the way, I shall start my rant  sharing.

Working in KL have been better than expected, actually. Aside from having to work late nights, it was made better by having a warm house to go back to; my uncle’s family being so accommodating and spoiling me to bits with home-cooked food, fun ping-pong sessions (when I’m not working late) and making me feel so at home. #blessed

I’m also blessed enough to have their home near my office and  this month’s client’s office, so the jam isn’t so bad to and fro work – only 20 to 30 minutes to reach. I took a wrong turn one time at night and saw the twin towers up close from an elevated highway. It was a breath-taking view, and I thought to myself that working in KL has been an amazing decision so far. Work won’t always be rainbows and unicorns, but God has been putting wonderful people around me and upholding me in the best ways, so I choose to see His goodness in my everyday life instead of complaining about insignificant matters.

So how am I? I’m grateful. ๐Ÿ™‚