...how to feel isolated in an office.

• Place the entrance of the office very far away. You will need to walk pass many offices and go down to the lowest floor (not up, as most buildings are).
• Be known not by your name but by your staff ID number.
• Have high cubicles. When you stand up, you still can't see the person in the next cubicle.
• Ensure that all cubicles are exactly the same, in terms of size, colour and layout.
• Arrange the cubicles in such a way that they resemble a maze. This can be turned into a game of finding your way out of a maze when you get bored.
• Take up the whole office floor with only 25% occupancy rate.
• Accidentally walk into one of the cubicles. 90% of the time, it's an empty one.
• Walk into your cubicle only to realise it's not yours. You either overshot or still one cubicle away.
• Your cubicle has an address.
• Make sure that the only sounds you can hear are the tapping of your keyboard, footsteps from beyond your cubicle, the whirring of the printer as it prints, and your stomach rumbling.
• Your desk phone doesn't ring.
• When your mobile phone rings or beeps, it sounded so loud coz the office is as quiet as in a library.
• Be one of the odd ones because you wore office attire rather than casual smart.
• Be the new person in the block.

Good points: Privacy, ability to concentrate without much disturbances, good exercise, systematic, able to make excuses that you are new.

Well, you will get use to it and in the process, like it. I guess. I hope. Oh, dear.

...a new chapter in her life.

It's the day. In a few hours, kwazy berry will be moving away, literally. After many years of living and frolicking in KL, kwazy berry is now gonna splash her way up north.

Excited? Yes
Reluctant to leave KL? Yes
Fearful of the unkown future? Yes

But it's a new chapter in life. Many reasons why she has chosen this path. She got to walk it just to know it. There's no wrong path, maybe just a detour or a winding trek to the destination. After all, it's the experience that counts and shape her as she is.

Now kwazy berry understands some of the things her friends has gone through. Especially, those who left to go elsewhere to work. It's times like these that kwazy berry sometimes feel that she has not been a good enough buddy to her friends as they have been to her. Kwazy berry has really been touched by the love and care showered upon her in these past few weeks. The lunches and dinners, the questions of concern, the phone calls, sms and instant messages, the gifts that truly fill in the needs, the time and labour given, and so many more. It's really heart warming to know that she'll be missed.

To all of kwazy berry's friends (and family) who has contributed in trying to make her move a smooth one, thank you from the very bottom of her juicy heart.

...words and sentences that make no sense.

i dislike translation work.

now i really do appreciate professional translators. they need to be good in... sorry slash that out... they need to have excellent command of at least two languages. they need to be able to reword, rephrase and restructure sentences without frowning, scratching their head or pulling their hair off.

did i tell you i hate translation work?

i think it's really easier to write something from scratch than to correct other people's work. so i really do appreciate editors too. i know i don't have the skill nor the characteristic and personality to be a translator or editor.

oh yeah, i also prefer not to do editing work.

well, at least one of the perks of editing translations is to laugh at the weird way it's done. hey, i'm not being cruel, ok? i need my sanity, so i need to laugh it off.

so what do i like?

i like blogging coz i can write however i like in whatever manner and it doesn't have to make sense. can anyone pay me to do just that?

...the panicky feeling.

It's now July.

Anxiety hits me with a big wham. Feelings of panic slam right at my face. Nervous and tense at the same time.

It's July.

A lot on my mind.

Work... boy, I don't think I can finish all my work before I leave. There's just so much to do and to look into. Still so much to worry about. Even though I know it's not gonna be my concern anymore, I still feel bad about it. How come my last days are never relax?

A place to stay... geez, how can I not have worried about this last month? I have been taking it quite lightly, being cool about it. With me being quite picky and having budget constraint, will I be able to get a place that I want... somewhere I can call home...?

People I wanna meet... it's like saying a formal goodbye even though I know it's not final. Not that I'm actually going so far away. Not that I'm not coming back to KL often either. Somehow I just wanna see my friends and cherish that they have always been around in KL. I know that the people, my family and friends, will be one of the stuff I'll miss the most. Thanks for allocating time for me these past few days and in the coming few days.

Things I wanna do... so many yet not enough time. I just gotta skip some.

It's already July.

Counting down 18 days.