Gaga Had I Been...

I had gone complete gaga at Big Bad Wolf Book Fair last month. Like a possessed woman on a mission, I pushed my tiny self into the crowd, snatched two huge brown boxes by the entrance door. They were bigger than me and I had to use trolley to push them around.

Queuing for payment was a hassle, as it was 100 metres long. Agitated for being stuck in a crowded place - where my shoulders and other parts of my body, bumped and brushed against strangers, I praised the Lord when my turn came.

The cashier gave a satisfied smile my way and casually asked, "Opening up your very own mini library at home, is it?"

Oh, only he knew how many book shelves mum had to install to give room to my books. And did he think he was speaking to a child, instead of a grown 24 year-old young lady?

Cue: frown 

Holding my tongue back from saying anything sarcastic, I returned his smile, paid for the two boxes, and came home with 38 new books, leaving a deep hole of abyss in my bank account

Who thought finishing MYR350 for sales books is easy, well they thought wrong. It was one of the toughest tasks I've ever been challenged on.

Like. Seriously.