I didn't think I knew my job well enough until this nice lady at HSBC started asking me what it is a merchandiser does. 2 years is a relatively short period of time, yet long enough to accumulate a little pool of experience. I might have just found a reason to be here and the reason to move on and up in life. How did I go from Melbourne, to London and then back again? I can't quite remember the chain of events anymore, the process is beyond me now. It's all a blur.

That one thing that still holds true is that I am still very much an oddball in many ways, from the PG Tips to the leggings. Though the integration into Malaysian life will always be a scar deep down inside, I am still me. Nowhere prettier, and nowhere more sophisticated than the next girl from a middle class home. Aspiration is futile it seems.