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Speculating June

It's a new month. HAPPY 1st of JUNE!

The new month brings the following:

I have new books...
- Read 'Life on the Refrigerator Door' by Alice Kuipers last night.
- Finally got a copy of 'P.S. I Love You' by Cecelia Ahern.
- Bought 'Perfect' by Sara Shepard.
- ...and did I ever mentioned that I found a copy of 'Love Letters of Great Men' recently? Yes, it has the infamous love letter by Ludwig van Beethoven which was quoted in the 'Sex and the City' movie: Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours.

- One month without a manager leading us.
- End of the month, the coming of a new manager.
- Being an exhibitor, yet again, for the Company in the bi-annual industry exhibition.
- Working my arse off for the Company's new benefit scheme for staff.

- Two male cousins' wedding in the coming weekend.
- One high school friend's wedding this Thursday (yes, I know...).
- One colleague/friend's engagement ceremony.
- Mak's 67th birthday!!

Maybe I should run the first of the Pancake Party series for Mak's birthday. I'd have to be really good at it come June 24th though. Hehehe.

On a seperate note, sometimes I can't help but wonder if I unintentionally did something that angered certain people. Family and friends in particular, of course. I wouldn't give a rat's ass if it were people I'd meet on the streets. Nonetheless, it's a quizzing thing that we're always so much nicer to strangers than we are to people we care about. Is it an automatic defense mechanism or just plain stupid psychology?

Lately, I've been feeling like I've done something wrong but I don't exactly know what. It's like I've been walking on eggshells without realising it. Suddenly, without warning, I would find myself... secluded or isolated from things that I was parte to initially. I'm just wondering... I know everyone has the right to include and exclude whoever they desire, that's a given. But was I excluded intentionally for something I said or did? Or maybe I just imagined things wrongly. Hmm... First speculation of the new month.

Anyways, I hope for the best for everyone this new month.


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