At work today, I received a call which I had to brag about. A bank staff from UK called saying, *with that angmoh slang* "I suspected the funds that went into this account is a fraud. The remitter did not authorise to send this outgoing fun. The fraudster has managed to misuse the personal particulars of my bank's customer to do the fund transfer. I need you to check whether this funds has been creditted and utilised." Like wow, a fraud. When I thought the banking world is that safe after all. Other times me and Kethy would brag about receiving calls from Club Momo or Zouk, like so happening.


I realised I missed reading. And the only things I read now are magazines, posters in trains and flyers. Oh gosh. How back then Seri used to recommend me great authors. Let me think, the last book I read was? Hmm. Goodness I can't even remember. A need to start visitng the library again girl. Shit I've yet to clear my fines. That explains everything else. No more random reading for me, it's proper now. Reminds me of the times in primary sch; we have to have a storybook in our hands when waiting for assembly.