Two Birthdays and a Car

Getting a car for a birthday is like a dream, isn't it?

Two birthdays passed since the last post, and I was "slightly" occupied with preparing for them. No, there was no car involved in any birthday gifts or so. They, my mum and bro, are already driving bigger cars than myself ;P

Anyway, I've been hunting for a new car, since my Kelisa has started to show many signs of aging. I still love my Kelisa. But I do know when it's time to let go...

I shortlisted some cars that are compact/hatchback as I am not keen into driving a much bigger car, not even the Honda City.

Suzuki Swift: I've longed for that car since I first saw it. I still do. But my wallet and monthly expenses disagree with my choice, and so I had to let it go... for now.
Hyundai Getz: Something about its back, I don't like.
Kia Picanto: A very good friend told me, avoid Kia cars at all cost. If it weren't for that advise, I was really leaning towards this cutie.
Honda Jazz: Another beauty that would break my wallet.
Perodua MyVi: The new one, not the old. While I'm not that impressed with the new exterior design, I am enthralled by its interior. I don't know why, I just am. :P The purple is a beaut as well. My issue with this car is the new back which looks like a bigger Viva, and I had a bit of ego which didn't want to drive a car so common. So I tell myself, while I'm driving it, I'll be inside, not outside. So the interior matters more. It's gentle to my budget as well.

So MyVi it is. I now just hope I get to book one from the first batch (only 8000 units, launched 16 June)

Total Blur Moment of the Day

And it's only 8.25 AM. Getting onto the Penchala Link, I realised that my office tag wasn't hanging on the mirror in the car. I was like dammit, I'd have to take the visitor's pass and pay meals with cash. (The night before, my pass was kept in my gym bag as I had dance class after work)

I pondered whether I require anything from my cabinet today, as the keys are with the pass. Then as I pulled into the office parking lot, again, dammit, I do need something from my cabinet. Therefore, I have to at least go back home during lunch hour to pick up my keys (pass).

It was only when I got out of the car I realised.. I've been wearing my tag the whole time. When did I put it on? Where was it? Until now, I haven't got a clue.

I've been better.

It hasn't been a week since I got so uptight.

And honestly when people ask me if I'm ok now, I don't know actually. Am I ok? How do I tell if I'm ok? I'm still my usual chatty self, but I don't know if I'm ok.

Sometimes, I also wonder if I'm in denial. If I really am trying to convince myself that I'm making the right decision. Actually, I may not be, and there may be consequences, right? But what's life without taking risks and making decisions?

Things will suck, and it's easy to blow up and complain about it. It's harder to fix it. It's hard, but it's possible. That's the challenge.