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Guilt...

I have a confession to make... and since this blog has near to zero followers, I guess my secret will remain a secret.

Besides, confession is good for the soul....

I.... have enrolled myself for a 2 year MBA course... there, I've confessed.

Why do keep this a secret? I am not exactly a spring chicken am I? Although, I was rather (pleasantly) surprised to learn that I am not the oldest in my class. There are three ladies whom I think I'll call "The Golden Girls". Well, I just don't like people commenting... oooo rajinnya... it sounds like they are saying ooo dah nak mampus pun nak belajar lagi...

When I went for my first class, I had a nagging feeling that I have made the wrong decision. That, my weekends will be spent away from my children for the next 2 years.... what was I thinking?

By the time I graduate, Kak Long will be in college herself.... and my chance to spend time with her will have gone.. She will be spreading her wings to fly away on her own, away from my safe cozy nest....

Why did I do it then? Because I know that if I didn't, two years from now, I will be saying to myself... I should have done my MBA.

It is the most selfish thing I have ever done in my life and I hope I will not regret it.


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