I know I am old this year, when despatch boy in office addressed me as Kak now. What a joy for you to kill my youthness.
But I don't think that matters much, because I have been living as 'auntys' for quite some time and somehow, I felt okay.
There is something I look up to towards parents that send their kid to the madrasah. Everyone is entitled to their opinion and as for mine, these kid are lucky to have those parents that think of them far ahead from others. These parents are not thinking about job or work in future undertaking, but seriously hereafter life.
But of course everyone is entitled to decide on how they will lead life.
I am at teambuilding program now. Mingled with big boss and amazed by how humble they are.
Often times, I sounds like sick person ranting here about everything irrelevant. Rhetorical as always, but I don't really mind.
So the keyword for this time is be a good boss.
Bye bye and take care.
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