I dont bother to know the number of posts I have managed to write in this year, as much as I dont see any point of even writing blogs anymore. Az occasionally asks why I havent updated my blog as much I used to do before, when he never really stops me, and on the other hand, always encourages me to continue writing, for this blog has been the place he found me. It puts me into a realization that the actual reason why I blogged so much back then, was because I practically had nobody who’s ready to (read: forced to) listen to my ramblings and whines and cries and all the emergency things I need to tell somebody right now, any second, any minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. So, writing something in a blog suddenly becomes redundant lately, which is hard to explain why.

Well, I got a new job in Damansara Heights. Since August, actually, so it’s been a while. I would say it’s a dream job of mine when you speak about distance. I can go out at 9am and manage to reach office in 20 minutes, and yes, I love the flexible working hour this company has. And being in an organization with a lot of people, suddenly I feel small myself, prefer not to be so loud. Hmm and I come to think ilyani.net could be too identity-revealing. I should move so somewhere discreet with an anonymous nickname.

I have a plan (read: dream) to visit Paris next year. Paris and Colmar, at least. The budget looks impossible so far, but let’s see if I can make it.