Last one for today's road... real life, the shades are far better. Oh, camera.. and oh, shooting skills!Monday, August 31, 2009
Fairy
Last one for today's road... real life, the shades are far better. Oh, camera.. and oh, shooting skills!
Bumble Bee Busy And Mega Bitching
I am just so busy at this moment. From last Monday since today despite it being a Sunday, I have been gasping for time to do the things I like since work seemed to have stolen all the 24 hours we are granted.
Half the time I am irritated, remaining 1/8 pissed with someone or something, 1/8 tired and the final 1/4 wishing this absurd craze will come to an end so I can peacefully continue with my very contented heartfelt life.
To many extends I realized after all these crazy years I have still not lost on one thing, I hate people who promise me to get things done but never get them as promise. And later caused me all kinds of plans to resolve them at very last minutes. I don't seemed to have the patient like my very big boss who will not lose some temper. I realized I expect too much sometimes and I tend not to give allowances to not delivering. I easily get cheese off from such inefficiency.
My busy shits has even effected my head. I guess yesterday, my body can no longer take it that it made my head like a 1 ton lorry. No kidding. And thank god after 11 hours of bliss sleep, everything is gone! Wow! That is the power of sleep.
I have been also drawing a bit and it irritates me big time when I can't seemed to find time to get some drawing done. Maybe this is what you call the love for something. You just want to go do it over and over. Never wanting to leave it, for too long.
To top that, this stupid training which I am due to attend tomorrow seemed to be one of those very naggy trainings. Those that want to be detailed but yet overkills the entire gist of it. Sometimes I really wish people can just leave us alone. Or at least, warn us in detailed how much work this training cover so that we can get it ready earlier.
The communication on this piece was just 'do this', then 'do that' then see you all for the training on the 1 September. When I literally open the preface to begin my module reading, I realised it is supposed to be a preparation work 3-6 months prior to the training. And that stupid coordinator did not even have at least a sentence ABOUT that.
This is just another example of inefficiency of just doing the job for the fucking sake of it. Then earning good big bucks on it. Yeah, when I am about to fill that damn feedback form, I'll have that stated clearly. Common man. Does she think everyone in the Bank is as free as her, that we have got no real work?
Give me a break. Just for the records, there were fucking 9 tedious modules along with assessments to complete before it is considered as 'completed.' I breezed through them all and yet, it took me fucking full 8 hours to complete them, being some of which I totally could not careless on the passing mark. It came to a point where I just wanted to complete it with sufficient understanding of the entire training to at least reap some benefits from it from the next 3 days. So much for 'doing things for the sake of it'.
And my defence is, I don't have a choice. And yes, much as I wish not to be acting this manner, I am blaming that inefficient coordinator who just knows how to eat and grow fat, travel around Asia in luxury, eat and sleep under the Bank's expense. That is all I got to say. And that is how irritated I am with this entire episode.
Besides bitching this, someone asked me if I am to count down to our Independence Day celebration. Some 52 years old we are. Yeah, One Malaysia is the theme. Honestly, I don't see a reason to celebrate because despite it all, tallest this and that, highest this and that, super highway here and there (with tolls collected from every citizen who uses it and still rising), corruption everywhere (even to the very bottom of police constables for minor road offense), taxes on this and taxes on that, nothing gain for us citizen except peace and harmony leaving, I wonder.
I received a letter from the Inland Revenue, it stated that I owe them RM11K. See, I get taxed 27% for my earnings, my hard earned money, as anyone can see about on the rant I have in the course of my 'cari makan' and I get taxed fucking 27%!!!
And yet, I still have to pay for road tax, government tax for the things I buy and eat and tolls.
So tell me my dearest government, what else don't I get taxed for working harder, for trying to be better off than the mainstream. Every penny goes to the government eventually.
What do I get in return?
Unnecessary development, bad roads, crap government services, lousy quality of teachers in the public schools, roaming Mat Rempits that terrorises the public - old and young that leads to losing lives, corrupted administration that caused many lives and families and the list just goes on and on and on.
Am I pissed. You bet. Do you think it's worth celebrating? It's bullshit.
Maybe for all that I have paid to the government it is for the peace that I got, the harmony, the relatively clean air, sufficient clean water to drink and bath, sufficient food on my table, the ability to lead a life, have passion, have loves, have a good job, drive nice cars, wear nice clothes, live somewhere good, afford trips over trips of holiday, could afford to pay for anything if there is an urgent need for it and above it all, 90% of freedom to do whatever, however I please (10% being those racial and political issues which is ultra sensitive to raised).
Maybe that was that the 27% of the tax is for, 10% of government tax is for, some few thousand bucks of road tax is for (depending on the cc of my car) and the rather-equal-opportunity life I have as a citizen of Malaysia.
It has to be. That has to be the price. Otherwise, it does not make sense. And after all, everyone has said, there is no free lunch in today's world. Nothing is free anymore.
There you go. My take about some 52 years of Independence.
Anyway, don't go telling me about One Malaysia. I am as One as it gets. People around me are as One as it gets. Just look at my Card-A-Heart, every single follower are Malays. Are we not one enough? Isn't that a good sample of One? Look at the list of my friends in FB, how many Chinese, Indians and Malay friends I have? Just count. So isn't that One enough?
Give me a break. This One Malaysia theme is just something to go by with those politicians. We are as One as it is already is. It is just whether those BN fella are the ones that is WILLING to whole heartedly embraced this One BS.
Go over to KB. Just take a trip there. I can't even explain how One KB is. Just go there and see for yourself. To begin with, in an Islamic state, there lies a humongous Buddha statue right in the smack of KB's suburb. Just look.
When I go over to those stalls selling Ramadhan savouries for buka puasa, no one in this world tells me that I am not worthy of their patronage, and everyone sells me whatever I want, at the same price and treats me equally the same as they treat other Malays.
So what One Malaysia are we already not? Give me a break.
Anyway, so much for my thoughts on this. I am tired over this One thingy. So much nonsense and 'wayang.' We citizens are all ready and are as unite as the dictionary spells, are you politicians there yet?
Half the time I am irritated, remaining 1/8 pissed with someone or something, 1/8 tired and the final 1/4 wishing this absurd craze will come to an end so I can peacefully continue with my very contented heartfelt life.
To many extends I realized after all these crazy years I have still not lost on one thing, I hate people who promise me to get things done but never get them as promise. And later caused me all kinds of plans to resolve them at very last minutes. I don't seemed to have the patient like my very big boss who will not lose some temper. I realized I expect too much sometimes and I tend not to give allowances to not delivering. I easily get cheese off from such inefficiency.
My busy shits has even effected my head. I guess yesterday, my body can no longer take it that it made my head like a 1 ton lorry. No kidding. And thank god after 11 hours of bliss sleep, everything is gone! Wow! That is the power of sleep.
I have been also drawing a bit and it irritates me big time when I can't seemed to find time to get some drawing done. Maybe this is what you call the love for something. You just want to go do it over and over. Never wanting to leave it, for too long.
To top that, this stupid training which I am due to attend tomorrow seemed to be one of those very naggy trainings. Those that want to be detailed but yet overkills the entire gist of it. Sometimes I really wish people can just leave us alone. Or at least, warn us in detailed how much work this training cover so that we can get it ready earlier.
The communication on this piece was just 'do this', then 'do that' then see you all for the training on the 1 September. When I literally open the preface to begin my module reading, I realised it is supposed to be a preparation work 3-6 months prior to the training. And that stupid coordinator did not even have at least a sentence ABOUT that.
This is just another example of inefficiency of just doing the job for the fucking sake of it. Then earning good big bucks on it. Yeah, when I am about to fill that damn feedback form, I'll have that stated clearly. Common man. Does she think everyone in the Bank is as free as her, that we have got no real work?
Give me a break. Just for the records, there were fucking 9 tedious modules along with assessments to complete before it is considered as 'completed.' I breezed through them all and yet, it took me fucking full 8 hours to complete them, being some of which I totally could not careless on the passing mark. It came to a point where I just wanted to complete it with sufficient understanding of the entire training to at least reap some benefits from it from the next 3 days. So much for 'doing things for the sake of it'.
And my defence is, I don't have a choice. And yes, much as I wish not to be acting this manner, I am blaming that inefficient coordinator who just knows how to eat and grow fat, travel around Asia in luxury, eat and sleep under the Bank's expense. That is all I got to say. And that is how irritated I am with this entire episode.
Besides bitching this, someone asked me if I am to count down to our Independence Day celebration. Some 52 years old we are. Yeah, One Malaysia is the theme. Honestly, I don't see a reason to celebrate because despite it all, tallest this and that, highest this and that, super highway here and there (with tolls collected from every citizen who uses it and still rising), corruption everywhere (even to the very bottom of police constables for minor road offense), taxes on this and taxes on that, nothing gain for us citizen except peace and harmony leaving, I wonder.
I received a letter from the Inland Revenue, it stated that I owe them RM11K. See, I get taxed 27% for my earnings, my hard earned money, as anyone can see about on the rant I have in the course of my 'cari makan' and I get taxed fucking 27%!!!
And yet, I still have to pay for road tax, government tax for the things I buy and eat and tolls.
So tell me my dearest government, what else don't I get taxed for working harder, for trying to be better off than the mainstream. Every penny goes to the government eventually.
What do I get in return?
Unnecessary development, bad roads, crap government services, lousy quality of teachers in the public schools, roaming Mat Rempits that terrorises the public - old and young that leads to losing lives, corrupted administration that caused many lives and families and the list just goes on and on and on.
Am I pissed. You bet. Do you think it's worth celebrating? It's bullshit.
Maybe for all that I have paid to the government it is for the peace that I got, the harmony, the relatively clean air, sufficient clean water to drink and bath, sufficient food on my table, the ability to lead a life, have passion, have loves, have a good job, drive nice cars, wear nice clothes, live somewhere good, afford trips over trips of holiday, could afford to pay for anything if there is an urgent need for it and above it all, 90% of freedom to do whatever, however I please (10% being those racial and political issues which is ultra sensitive to raised).
Maybe that was that the 27% of the tax is for, 10% of government tax is for, some few thousand bucks of road tax is for (depending on the cc of my car) and the rather-equal-opportunity life I have as a citizen of Malaysia.
It has to be. That has to be the price. Otherwise, it does not make sense. And after all, everyone has said, there is no free lunch in today's world. Nothing is free anymore.
There you go. My take about some 52 years of Independence.
Anyway, don't go telling me about One Malaysia. I am as One as it gets. People around me are as One as it gets. Just look at my Card-A-Heart, every single follower are Malays. Are we not one enough? Isn't that a good sample of One? Look at the list of my friends in FB, how many Chinese, Indians and Malay friends I have? Just count. So isn't that One enough?
Give me a break. This One Malaysia theme is just something to go by with those politicians. We are as One as it is already is. It is just whether those BN fella are the ones that is WILLING to whole heartedly embraced this One BS.
Go over to KB. Just take a trip there. I can't even explain how One KB is. Just go there and see for yourself. To begin with, in an Islamic state, there lies a humongous Buddha statue right in the smack of KB's suburb. Just look.
When I go over to those stalls selling Ramadhan savouries for buka puasa, no one in this world tells me that I am not worthy of their patronage, and everyone sells me whatever I want, at the same price and treats me equally the same as they treat other Malays.
So what One Malaysia are we already not? Give me a break.
Anyway, so much for my thoughts on this. I am tired over this One thingy. So much nonsense and 'wayang.' We citizens are all ready and are as unite as the dictionary spells, are you politicians there yet?
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I Booked a Flight
OK, I have booked a flight to Bangkok. It has come to a point where I honestly have to say I am a beggar and I can't be a chooser.
For the life of me, I don't dig BKK for it's metropolitan life which emulates KL pretty much or the other way around, KL emulates BKK to some extend (only difference I can point is that KL has more trees, more structured roads to some extend, cleaner and is in an Islamic country - which makes a LOT fo difference in culture sense).
So why BKK, of all places? BECAUSE I GOD DAMN WANT TO GET OUT OF THE C-O-U-N-T-R-Y or at least get across the coast off Malaysia, wherever that maybe, with decent clear water at least. That is why. It is not just the mere fact that I need some ink stamped into my passport but the very fact that I want to get away from Malaysia or to our exotic islands at least.
Don't get be wrong. I love my country but to me, breaking means getting away from the Ah Bengs, Mat Rempits, Mamats, Ah Lians, Thambies and Thangachees. And only places where these people don't thrive is the hot tropical islands or over-the-seas.
You may wonder, what is wrong being with them? After all, I practically grew up with amongst these people?
Because when I am chilling chill, I don't want to be disturbed by the sounds of noise which we Malaysians have this gifted talent to make and the sight of people in grubby t-shirts and track pants in swimming pools / beach. Malaysians are such everywhere they go unless, we go chilling in "higher class" places like those Banyan Tree, Andaman or Pangkor Laut places.
People will tend to oogle when you are in bikinis and the likes. People can just rudely gawk. And Malaysians are an uptight lot I tell you {sorry orang Malaysia, as much as you guys are very warm and friendly people, it is the culture we have been instilled that makes us very uptight and there is just a niche group that really knows what "chill" means despite many folks that I know is TRYING hard to be cool. Errr, not there yet brudders and sistas...}.
And above it all, Malaysians generally don't keep their voices down so they have no reservation for you if you want some peace for reading or even enjoying the 'moment.' It is not in Malaysians dictionary. I mean, to begin with, not many Malaysians read… hehehe… or know how to 'chill' as I have said.
I don't like that. I want to be whatever, however, where ever so overseas and islands are the best places to go. I don't get these. Plus, if the locals there are noisy (which rarely I come across), at least I don't know what the heck they are yakking. Sure is different!
Well, BKK here I come I supposed. Not that elated like I normally am with my trips but as I said, sure beats staying here doing nothing while being on leave. Besides, I have not gone to BKK for quite awhile already and since this time I'll be chilling along Choa Phraya, not too bad watching the bustling of the boats passing by day in and out...
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Tuesday Empty Talk
What do you know, it's Tuesday's night already. Tomorrow's going to be Wednesday, then Thursday then Friday. My God, time flies!
I'm taking a break from card making and drawing tonight because I'm feeling tired after work. Thanks to some people who has this tendency to overkill work.
Sometimes, it is true when people say you need to know what you are doing well enough so your staff need not do things unnecessarily. I'm not in the mood to bother so much anymore because I don't want to get stress up over work. It is not worth every penny and dollar I earn, oh in my case, every cents and ringgit I earn (even worst since our currency's very small comparatively).
I had a fabulous lunch today with the rest of 14 people including Amos who has left us. I think we were more into the celebration to eat than actually giving him a farewell. Muahaha... sowee... but the food was great. Service in Royal China has improved TREMENDOUSLY I must say. I will go back. And this was one of the rare days I had 1 small piece of suckling pig's roasted skin, but it's nevertheless very yummy *snigger*
I'm pretty much on my own these several days but I honestly enjoy the solitude life. I guess it's because my mind is occupied all the while drifting from one thoughts to the other while I'm jam packed with things to do.
It's never ending so I guess that explains the reason that I never feel lonely being on my own and having no one to talk to after work. Well, I really don't need to talk to anyone but to myself I think. Muahaha...
Not that I am a hermit but I do appreciate such time to be just be with myself and let what ever thoughts flow through me. It's liberating yet sweet. Plus I get to do whatever I wish and how ever way I want. Kakaka... like having not to pick up all my pieces of cut paper on the floor or pack up the kitchen table once I'm done with some artsy stuff. Heheh... I can just leave it there until Eugene is about to return. Heheh... cool.
Anyway, I can't wait to breakaway to somewhere that requires airplane travelling. Honestly. I just want to lay loose and chill.
I realised off late, I have been chilling quite a bit, including travelling. Never seemed to get enough of it but I'm loving it (like how McD puts it).
Anyway, big boss is back so I am like running around busy with lots of deliverables. Lately have been busy to extend where I don't know what to do next or which to start or forget the petty ones easily. Hehe... Work is good. Busy is even better. Makes the days passes by easier actually. Especially when one's coup up in the office within the four air-conditioned walls.
Alrighty, enough of empty talk. It's time to continue my chilling efforts. I'm going to read. Yahoo. Good night.
I'm taking a break from card making and drawing tonight because I'm feeling tired after work. Thanks to some people who has this tendency to overkill work.
Sometimes, it is true when people say you need to know what you are doing well enough so your staff need not do things unnecessarily. I'm not in the mood to bother so much anymore because I don't want to get stress up over work. It is not worth every penny and dollar I earn, oh in my case, every cents and ringgit I earn (even worst since our currency's very small comparatively).
I had a fabulous lunch today with the rest of 14 people including Amos who has left us. I think we were more into the celebration to eat than actually giving him a farewell. Muahaha... sowee... but the food was great. Service in Royal China has improved TREMENDOUSLY I must say. I will go back. And this was one of the rare days I had 1 small piece of suckling pig's roasted skin, but it's nevertheless very yummy *snigger*
I'm pretty much on my own these several days but I honestly enjoy the solitude life. I guess it's because my mind is occupied all the while drifting from one thoughts to the other while I'm jam packed with things to do.
It's never ending so I guess that explains the reason that I never feel lonely being on my own and having no one to talk to after work. Well, I really don't need to talk to anyone but to myself I think. Muahaha...
Not that I am a hermit but I do appreciate such time to be just be with myself and let what ever thoughts flow through me. It's liberating yet sweet. Plus I get to do whatever I wish and how ever way I want. Kakaka... like having not to pick up all my pieces of cut paper on the floor or pack up the kitchen table once I'm done with some artsy stuff. Heheh... I can just leave it there until Eugene is about to return. Heheh... cool.
Anyway, I can't wait to breakaway to somewhere that requires airplane travelling. Honestly. I just want to lay loose and chill.
I realised off late, I have been chilling quite a bit, including travelling. Never seemed to get enough of it but I'm loving it (like how McD puts it).
Anyway, big boss is back so I am like running around busy with lots of deliverables. Lately have been busy to extend where I don't know what to do next or which to start or forget the petty ones easily. Hehe... Work is good. Busy is even better. Makes the days passes by easier actually. Especially when one's coup up in the office within the four air-conditioned walls.
Alrighty, enough of empty talk. It's time to continue my chilling efforts. I'm going to read. Yahoo. Good night.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Today's Piece
Hehehe, something I did today. I mean the elephant... hehehe. As for Alfred Hitchcock, it was done up sometime in 2003. Adrian, here you go, paper looks yellowish because I just captured it AND under my house yellow lights, hmm, realised, my entire house don't have a single white light. Enjoy!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Copic, New BKT Place and Ferrari
This is one of the most fabulous weekend for me anyway (er, which one isn't actually. Hehe...)
I got myself the Copic Markers which I have been drooling over for the last 3 weeks. And THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST THING that has happened to me for quite awhile!!!
The mojo of illustrating and drawing and all-in-that gist is BACK. Makes we want to jump triple higher for the elation I'm feeling. Nothing, in this world can describe the feeling I'm in now.
Even the sickening shits I get from the office no long matters to me. I just can't be bothered anymore.
Well... let's just say, after 13 years of hibernation with drawing, finding back the path and getting back on my feet on one of the far few true thing I truly love (and the fact that this was the one thing which kept me alive in my teenage years) is a sensational feeling!
Thumbs up for Copic marker for reigniting my passion. Yeah!
Anyway, I went to the new BKT shop which the folks have shifted some 2 weeks back. Can't also tell how happy I am to be able to join in to support their new shop. I was counting the number of years we have been patronizing this place every Sunday (until recently when Eugene and I were caught with scary cholesterol level which have crippled us from visiting them weekly, much as we would to actually) and boy, time flies.
We have been eating with them for the past 7-8 years! And still going strong despite the lack of frequency due to health reasons.
It's honestly awesome to be growing with a restaurant and to be able to eat today, in a proper shoplot restaurant as opposed to the shack they operated. It's great to be part of people's growth. And I can't express how heartfelt I felt when I was eating my brunch today. Honestly.
The other funny bit which got me rolling with laughter was the fact that today, while we (Eugene and I) were driving to BKT on the highway, we were enthralled by a Modena (I think), but anyway, it was a red Ferarri.
I had this pang to test the car so I instigated Eugene to drive close enough to the Ferrari to 'test' the acceleration power of the car so we can both smell its smoke and eat its dust, with honor. LOL.
I mean, for the heck of it, why not. After all, how many times in a life time do people do things like provoking a Ferrari?
LOL. LOL.
So we went at 190kmph, back to back with the Ferrari.
I think it was an Unlce driving, because when we finally thought we got it provoked and could enjoy watching the machine speed off and leave us with just sigh of how fabulous the car is, just in a distance of 100 metres apart between Ferrari and us, the driver braked and slowed down. He continued driving his Sunday driving pace. !!!
Awwwww!!! Common. Ferraris can do better than this. We really wanted to see it accelerate and we really wanted to smell its smoke.
What a disappointment really!!!
And we went again tailing the Ferrari for a good 500 metres which then we had to turn over to the BKT junction.
Sigh.
Uncle, if you happen to bump into my blog and reading this, I just want to let you know you are driving one of the ultimate driving machine ever built for mankind. And you are one of the lucky being who could afford that car. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO, for Heaven's sake, drive the machine. It is built to be driven. Please don't insult the car with the Sunday driving or for the sake of owning a Ferrari just to prove a point to whoever you wanted to. It's over. Proving days should long be over for you SO, PLEASE, I urge you, drive like a man who owns a Ferrari! BUT if you think you don't have the guts, er, can you please lend me? Just for half a day. I have got several highways to test its power on. You'll be the most charitable person *grin*...
Well, so much for our adventure with a Ferrari... wait, wait till I get my Cayman, we'll test power again won't we? LOLOL...
Sigh... another passion... LOLOL... another adrenalin pump but what a let down. It's just as you are about to height on the orgasm and someone just had to kill it... LOL. Just kill it. Mega kill joy... LOL.
I got myself the Copic Markers which I have been drooling over for the last 3 weeks. And THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST THING that has happened to me for quite awhile!!!
The mojo of illustrating and drawing and all-in-that gist is BACK. Makes we want to jump triple higher for the elation I'm feeling. Nothing, in this world can describe the feeling I'm in now.
Even the sickening shits I get from the office no long matters to me. I just can't be bothered anymore.
Well... let's just say, after 13 years of hibernation with drawing, finding back the path and getting back on my feet on one of the far few true thing I truly love (and the fact that this was the one thing which kept me alive in my teenage years) is a sensational feeling!
Thumbs up for Copic marker for reigniting my passion. Yeah!
Anyway, I went to the new BKT shop which the folks have shifted some 2 weeks back. Can't also tell how happy I am to be able to join in to support their new shop. I was counting the number of years we have been patronizing this place every Sunday (until recently when Eugene and I were caught with scary cholesterol level which have crippled us from visiting them weekly, much as we would to actually) and boy, time flies.
We have been eating with them for the past 7-8 years! And still going strong despite the lack of frequency due to health reasons.
It's honestly awesome to be growing with a restaurant and to be able to eat today, in a proper shoplot restaurant as opposed to the shack they operated. It's great to be part of people's growth. And I can't express how heartfelt I felt when I was eating my brunch today. Honestly.
The other funny bit which got me rolling with laughter was the fact that today, while we (Eugene and I) were driving to BKT on the highway, we were enthralled by a Modena (I think), but anyway, it was a red Ferarri.
I had this pang to test the car so I instigated Eugene to drive close enough to the Ferrari to 'test' the acceleration power of the car so we can both smell its smoke and eat its dust, with honor. LOL.
I mean, for the heck of it, why not. After all, how many times in a life time do people do things like provoking a Ferrari?
LOL. LOL.
So we went at 190kmph, back to back with the Ferrari.
I think it was an Unlce driving, because when we finally thought we got it provoked and could enjoy watching the machine speed off and leave us with just sigh of how fabulous the car is, just in a distance of 100 metres apart between Ferrari and us, the driver braked and slowed down. He continued driving his Sunday driving pace. !!!
Awwwww!!! Common. Ferraris can do better than this. We really wanted to see it accelerate and we really wanted to smell its smoke.
What a disappointment really!!!
And we went again tailing the Ferrari for a good 500 metres which then we had to turn over to the BKT junction.
Sigh.
Uncle, if you happen to bump into my blog and reading this, I just want to let you know you are driving one of the ultimate driving machine ever built for mankind. And you are one of the lucky being who could afford that car. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO, for Heaven's sake, drive the machine. It is built to be driven. Please don't insult the car with the Sunday driving or for the sake of owning a Ferrari just to prove a point to whoever you wanted to. It's over. Proving days should long be over for you SO, PLEASE, I urge you, drive like a man who owns a Ferrari! BUT if you think you don't have the guts, er, can you please lend me? Just for half a day. I have got several highways to test its power on. You'll be the most charitable person *grin*...
Well, so much for our adventure with a Ferrari... wait, wait till I get my Cayman, we'll test power again won't we? LOLOL...
Sigh... another passion... LOLOL... another adrenalin pump but what a let down. It's just as you are about to height on the orgasm and someone just had to kill it... LOL. Just kill it. Mega kill joy... LOL.
And just as anyone is wondering what's so great about Copic, here I present you my very first illustration... tadah... ps: a little dissapointed with my camera or rather my snapping skills, the color ain't that vibrant as the real thing tho *grimace*
Thursday, August 20, 2009
AK47, Bazooka and Mortar
I came to work today with the first mail from my boss stating, "What happened???"
I realised one of my mails got filtered as what we call, "Monitoring Content" which means I have sent out some confidential stuff out from the Bank. And the mail sent to me was a form of warning.
I ran through my attachments and mails, realised there is absolutely nothing confidential about what I sent out previous night / evening.
Explained to my boss and he was ok because he felt it was nothing confidential anyway. So got me to seek clarification from the person called the BISO. Something-something-something-officer about 'security information.'
Honestly, today I am so busy and tired that I just am too lazy to write through the entire motion of events but to cut the long story short, the moment I uttered that I received a mail on that, all I got a SHELLING from this uncle.
I never got a chance to explain myself, nor did I managed to understand the entire gist of the warning trigger nor did I get to further deliberate the issue. All he did was BOMBARD me with warning me not to do it again or else I will have to bear the consequences with the emphasize on the word "consequences."
Do you know what I sent out?
Details about what Risk Management is about.
Confidential? Restricted information?
I did loss my temper but I did not go logger headed with that BISO fella. But once I hung up the receiver, the entire dictionary of foul words were tried and tested for a good 10-15 minutes.
All I can say is, these fucking majority of today's people is so fucking rigid and all they want to do it get their message across no matter what, why or how. They just don't care. Just get want their message across. If it takes to be unreasonable, so be it.
While even I was trying to explain myself, the mother fucker was telling me not to give him excuses. ?????? I was TRYING to explain why it happened. Stupid uncle.
Anyway, at this hour, all I can do is, laugh over it. BUT I just hope my big boss won't return from his leave and give me another earful for this. Gulp. Though I have every grounds to defend myself but still, it's not very nice to be receiving notes like this about your staff, if you know what I mean.
Hehe...
Sudah la tu. I'm just so tired with this people who just can't be bothered much about the issue but just want to hantam all they might. Ambik saja la peluang to bantai. I happened to be the person.
I was telling some colleagues, it is just like when you are caught masturbating and before you could explain yourself, your partner has sought for a divorce or break off. Just like that. There. Hehe...
I'm done. Tired. I had to repeat myself so many times today because my boss rode on my mail and sent to the entire world, informing them not to send out words containing "confidential" and/or "restricted" when we send out mails outside the office so that they won't be caught unnecessarily {like me} {and everyone did not know that too}.
So there, I was suddenly famous. Or rather infamous. Nothing to be proud because my morning started with 15 minutes of AK47.
Lucky God made 2 ears, one to enter, the other for exit....
I realised one of my mails got filtered as what we call, "Monitoring Content" which means I have sent out some confidential stuff out from the Bank. And the mail sent to me was a form of warning.
I ran through my attachments and mails, realised there is absolutely nothing confidential about what I sent out previous night / evening.
Explained to my boss and he was ok because he felt it was nothing confidential anyway. So got me to seek clarification from the person called the BISO. Something-something-something-officer about 'security information.'
Honestly, today I am so busy and tired that I just am too lazy to write through the entire motion of events but to cut the long story short, the moment I uttered that I received a mail on that, all I got a SHELLING from this uncle.
I never got a chance to explain myself, nor did I managed to understand the entire gist of the warning trigger nor did I get to further deliberate the issue. All he did was BOMBARD me with warning me not to do it again or else I will have to bear the consequences with the emphasize on the word "consequences."
Do you know what I sent out?
Details about what Risk Management is about.
Confidential? Restricted information?
I did loss my temper but I did not go logger headed with that BISO fella. But once I hung up the receiver, the entire dictionary of foul words were tried and tested for a good 10-15 minutes.
All I can say is, these fucking majority of today's people is so fucking rigid and all they want to do it get their message across no matter what, why or how. They just don't care. Just get want their message across. If it takes to be unreasonable, so be it.
While even I was trying to explain myself, the mother fucker was telling me not to give him excuses. ?????? I was TRYING to explain why it happened. Stupid uncle.
Anyway, at this hour, all I can do is, laugh over it. BUT I just hope my big boss won't return from his leave and give me another earful for this. Gulp. Though I have every grounds to defend myself but still, it's not very nice to be receiving notes like this about your staff, if you know what I mean.
Hehe...
Sudah la tu. I'm just so tired with this people who just can't be bothered much about the issue but just want to hantam all they might. Ambik saja la peluang to bantai. I happened to be the person.
I was telling some colleagues, it is just like when you are caught masturbating and before you could explain yourself, your partner has sought for a divorce or break off. Just like that. There. Hehe...
I'm done. Tired. I had to repeat myself so many times today because my boss rode on my mail and sent to the entire world, informing them not to send out words containing "confidential" and/or "restricted" when we send out mails outside the office so that they won't be caught unnecessarily {like me} {and everyone did not know that too}.
So there, I was suddenly famous. Or rather infamous. Nothing to be proud because my morning started with 15 minutes of AK47.
Lucky God made 2 ears, one to enter, the other for exit....
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
H1N1
I realized that my limit to work is when I easily become irritated over matters that I normally don't and that I even get pretty hung up over it after the issue is over. That is my limit and that is the time I should be taking my time off to get to somewhere like we call the islands or beach to chill.
I think I am holding on here but I can sense that it is coming. How much longer?
I'm tired with this H1N1 shits. And I am pissed to know that there are still a lot of people out there who does not give a hoot about catching flu or getting a cough. They always act as if everything is like it used to be and whatever cough or flu they caught, it is just another ordinary cough and flu.
I guess a lot of people are still in denial. And they continue taking their health for granted. That it would never be them. Who knows right?
Maybe people may consider me being a kiasu. But honestly, I have nothing to lose as compared to those with families and etc. But I am bothered.
Simply because this is about people and the cause to battling over an epidemic that affects lives. It is those things that could take away a life just like that. Heart pumping, then heart stop pumping. That simple.
"It can't be me," "It is just a flu," "It is just a cough," "It is just another fever." "How can it be me?"
Just like they always say to AIDS, cancer and etc.
And I am pissed also because is has also affected my ability to travel. I feel paranoia about being in a crowded place, confined and knowing the fact that people don't take caution over hygiene and health in Malaysia. Not mentioning KL.
I mean I have people sitting near me in the office coughing openly like it's their absolute right to cough how ever style he wants to. WTF.
Honestly, I wonder what does it take for people to realize the issue? Until their mother, father, sister, brother, aunty, uncle dies from it?
People just have this "tidak apa" attitude.
Oh, I have list and list of things people do that just reflect the amount of effort they take to protect themselves and others. It is as simple as having sex with a stranger you just met over the pub last night and not having condoms on. Just as simple as that.
Denial.
People just want to live in their own world and deny everything. Just everything… Sigh.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Hmmm...
Ooh, now let's get down tonight
Baby I'm hot just like an oven
I need some lovin'
And baby, I can't hold it much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind
Sexual Healing baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that's good for me
Whenever blue tear drops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call you up baby, and
Honey I know you'll be there to relieve me
The love you give to me will free me
If you don't know the things you're dealing
I can tell you, darling, that it's Sexual Healing
Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, let's make love tonight
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, 'cos you do it right
Baby I got sick this morning
A sea was storming inside of me
Baby I think I'm capsizing
The waves are rising and rising
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us
Sexual Healing, baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that's good for me
And it's good for me and it's good to me
My baby ohhh
Come take control, just grab a hold
Of my body and mind soon we'll be making it
Honey, oh we're feeling fine
You're my medicine open up and let me in
Darling, you're so great
I can't wait for you to operate
I can't wait for you to operate
When I get this feeling, I need Sexual Healing
Ego's & Stupidity's Manifestation
I don't like the tonation of people who thinks hellava about themselves and their positions or status in the corporate. I can't tolerate ego, think they are smarter or in battle for power for decision making to run business.
I mean if that is so yearnful I sometimes wonder the reason people are hogging on to the corporate ladder then not making it on their own out there with their own business. That way, they can do as they please, say as they please, treat people as they please or even be as egoistic as they please.
Since there is so much crave about power, that is the best. Then they won't get people like me rolling their eyes everytime they open their empty vessel gap. I mean, who are they kidding?
Most of the time, people think I'm stupid and the people around them are VERY stupid. They think we don't realized their natural stupidity or the hunger to be someone who could command other people around to their whims and fancy.
The amount of ego looming around day in and out in this office is berserk. People just go on and on with their need to feel and feed their poor soul so to feel great about themselves when they leave the office at dusk. They need such vibes to keep them going, otherwise, they don't know who they really are and what they are worthy.
It seems.
Anyway, I often experience such character only at the front involving people who generates revenue for the company. They have this superb knack for everything {which of course is the nature of their job} but for their bosses of a higher level to behave as dungu as their people without reasonableness and good rounds, that to me, is totally unacceptable.
I expect maturity and thought through rationale for people who have come this far. I don't expect arguments that is decided on who can speak better because ability to argument better for the sake of getting your way will not bring the business anywhere {and also I am one person who has no knack for keling pusing arguments which these sales fella are good at}. I also don't expect people to push their way through my throat just because they can't have their way. People need to learn to see perspective when they are up there and understand. Besides that, I expect bosses to be able to manage their staff and not allow them to run or jump everywhere just to prove a point via their own experience with people like us over this side of the fence.
That is not what management of people is all about. Is it not?
Maybe I am over critical. Maybe I am over expecting. Maybe I have carved what should be acceptable and what not. Maybe I have set standards to these people.
So everytime they don't meet these, I get disgusted. Nausea.
Then again, they may be feeling this way for me as well. Why can't these people over there understand? Why are these people so sticky? Why are these people so rigid? What is their problem?
Honestly, however, I do see their point. I do know where they are coming from. So I was wondering if someone like me, at this level, could see that, why then can't they see here too?
Maybe that is how you distinguish Kelas 1A, Kelas 1B, Kelas 1D and Kelas 1E. I think…
Monday, August 17, 2009
My Poor Books
This year, I'm giving up on attending warehouse sales for books and book fest. So un-me {created a new word today}. But I have got easily 2 huge pile of books lying in my room, waiting eagerly to be read {which amounts to easily 30 odd books). Sometimes I feel as a book shopaholic I would devote all my time to just reading but very unfortunately I have too much passion to just focus on one thing.
Very unfortunate.
I have to say that for all the books that I have bought thus far, I always have trouble picking up the next book once I am done with one. And I always pick the ones that I'm in the mood for reading at that point in time. And I could only take one at a time.
Imagine if my books could talk. Imagine them jumping up and down with their little cute short legs, 1 of the tiny hands up high, squeaking, "Me! Me! Me!" Seeking for my undivided attention when I come to the shelves. Hmm. How am I going to choose? And as much as I could, I always end up saying this to the ones I did not pick, "Not today my dears, not today. But I love you all the same, otherwise, I would not have bought you."
I do wish at times like this that I have this time freeze which I could freeze everyone else but myself just to steal 2-3 hours a day to read. Everyone else stop for that time. I believe with only that I would be able to catch up with my pile of unread. I feel sorry for them because books are made to be read. Writings over writings are printed to be enjoyed by people. To be devour like the mouth of a hungry tiger onto the fresh succulent deer it has just maul.
Books. Books and me.
So far, I am starting to carry the book I am currently reading around in my handbag. So besides playing with the games in my iphone, I'm also catching up with my books. Well, at least I'm putting some effort to do it. At least I can now look at my books into the eyes and say, "Hang on little fellas, I'm coming to you next, very, very soon."
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Cameron Highlands
I was having my dinner at the balcony of a coffee house which is chilled with the fresh air of Cameron. Very unfortunately, I got bloody smokers polluting the great cool air while I was enjoying my dinner.
I think it is time that the hotels and restaurant's start partitioning open air for smokers and non-smokers area. So we, non-smokers can enjoy the crisp fresh air without the smoke from burning tobaccos!!! Argh!!!
I really hate these smokers.
Anyway, as much as I did not want to be listening to the conversation of this group of 4 very egoistical male adults I can't help not laughing at them. They were grouping to bitch and talk politics at their work place. And while I listen every now and then to their talk I can't help feeling that they are such a petty group of people who are so typical of wanting to be somewhere and somebody. So the attention and their opinion seemed to matter a lot in that little group of theirs.
Hahah... I can't believe that this group of adults probably older then me by a decade still talking in such air of childish confidence. It is sad also that at their prime age, they should be enjoying their thoughts and wisdom. Not bitching about with lots of ego at stake to begin with! Or at least laughing it off.
Anyways, I love Cameron. I really think I can live here forever {besides the beach and islands}. I come to now understand the reason Jim Thompson has made this place his home once upon a time. There is something about this place that I like but I can't quite point a finger to it, yet.
Maybe it is the greens, maybe it is the laid back life, maybe the weather, maybe the simpleness of things...
I think I'll come back here soon...
I think it is time that the hotels and restaurant's start partitioning open air for smokers and non-smokers area. So we, non-smokers can enjoy the crisp fresh air without the smoke from burning tobaccos!!! Argh!!!
I really hate these smokers.
Anyway, as much as I did not want to be listening to the conversation of this group of 4 very egoistical male adults I can't help not laughing at them. They were grouping to bitch and talk politics at their work place. And while I listen every now and then to their talk I can't help feeling that they are such a petty group of people who are so typical of wanting to be somewhere and somebody. So the attention and their opinion seemed to matter a lot in that little group of theirs.
Hahah... I can't believe that this group of adults probably older then me by a decade still talking in such air of childish confidence. It is sad also that at their prime age, they should be enjoying their thoughts and wisdom. Not bitching about with lots of ego at stake to begin with! Or at least laughing it off.
Anyways, I love Cameron. I really think I can live here forever {besides the beach and islands}. I come to now understand the reason Jim Thompson has made this place his home once upon a time. There is something about this place that I like but I can't quite point a finger to it, yet.
Maybe it is the greens, maybe it is the laid back life, maybe the weather, maybe the simpleness of things...
I think I'll come back here soon...
Friday, August 14, 2009
Funny Woman
There is this lady working on the same floor with us who looks like she is moaning, sorry (heheh), I mean, mourning in a funeral everytime I bump into her.
She is quite a person because for the life of me, I don't know what I did to her nor the rest of the people who work here did to her. She doesn't like anyone. Or don't seemed to like anyone. Or maybe she thinks this is the only way to work professionally. I don't know. She speaks to 95% of the people like they murdered her family.
I know I should not judge her because there may be many reasons for her attitude which we and I do not know of. Valid reasons I mean. Hmmm.
But it irks me because I have spontaneously spoken to her in the lift one day about the changing of Chinese New Year notes and all I got was a rude silent. She did not even bother looking at me {what more acknowledging that I was talking to her}.
So I don't feel that guilty after all because she was rude to me. Haha…
The other time was when I just joined Risk and did not know she was such a kind. I was asked by my boss to ask her for some confirmation of status. Boy, she looked at me from head to toe as if I was a beggar begging her for food, turned away and as she did that said, "It's been signed." No smile. No feelings. Just hostility.
So I wondered what did I say. Of course, when I later realized that she treats everyone that way, haha, I am definitely not the problem!
BUT the wonder of all wonders, she has the CAPABILITY of being friendly because I've seen her speaking to the CBM {not Chicken Backside Male, it's Country Business Manager} with all her heart and soul. And I've seen her talking to her friend on the handphone even. My, she can really talk and she is normal.
Double standard. Hypocrite.
Then again, I am not her to judge but hantam. Heheh…I still don't seek to understand. Because why bother. I just wanna share how berserk some people can get. Hehe…
Relationships for Friday
It is Friday today and I am elated. So elated until I feel like ponteng-ing my yoga class this evening. Hehehe… These days with the need to maintain this hairstyle, exercise and getting the hair wash needs a LOT of compromise! I think that is what most women do to keep them busy.
Busy with manicures, with hair wash and blow, with facials, with beauty salons, with waxing, with running errands, with shopping, attend to their kids and God knows what else. So I guess that pretty much fills up the time of most rich women who leech on their husbands / boyfriends' money.
As I have said, let's see how long this feat of maintaining this hairstyle will last because I know myself too well. Hahah… once I start running again, let's see…hahah… to begin with I hate sitting down and being attended to when half of the time I can't even read to fill up the time. What a bore. I really don't know how most women can just go about it over and over. I salute their desire and commitment. Haha…
I received several joke mails from friends and one of them is pictures of what the women did to their husbands who cheated on them. Billboards, car spray, axes on the car, pick-up truck smashed on top of his Ferrari (ouch!), smashed windows and paint all splattered in the car interior (pain, pain) and etc etc.
Then the sender recalled this particular mail. Hehe… so I asked his if the mail were sent to someone who is in the same shoe. Heheh… Apparently yes. LOL.
Well, affairs don't start for no particular reason. Affairs always happens because either the man or woman isn't giving what the other person wants in the relationship. If it is the excitement, then that is what is short. If it is the sex, then that is what is short. If it is the attention, then that is what is short. If it is the lovey dovey feeling again, then that is what is short. If it is the feeling that they are humping a bag of lard, then that is what over (urgh! And they say I will love you no matter what becomes of you… BS…LOL). If it is the feeling of walking beside a hag, then that is what is short (till death do us apart is just part of a romance novel or rather a novelty).
And like every living thing, if one don't get what one feel one needs, one will go find it elsewhere. Simple. And I choose to believe even the most happening playar would stop short if one is able to hold his/her interest. The problem is, for how long? That is the challenge.
But as I have concluded, it is important who is the partner. Keeping up with the partner is one important thing that keeps relationship alive. And whether one can grow in sync together as life goes on is THE thing that keep 2 persons together. It is always when one falls short, that is when the relationship gets broken. And when that happens, if the partner is willing to pull him/her up and journey on together again, things will be great. Unfortunately, some partner refuse to follow or some partner refuse to lend the hand.
Then we have some people straying and some people who stop living. That is when they start saying things like, "For the sake of the children," "For the sake of old times,"For the sake of ha mik lan chiow." Heheh… I mean, excuses.
Well, I'm only giving a so-called analytical point of view about affairs and relationships but by end of each day, it is up to the individual to decide how they are to lead their life. So if they are unhappy or happy, there is no one but themselves for the credit. No use blaming the person next to you about your miserable life or envy others who have. It's the effort.
Just simple philosophy actually.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Looks. How much?
I don't know how much does it take for a woman to look good. Like how much does it take for her to look like she is naturally good looking?
I guess like all pyramid of chain, the prettiest and I mean in au de naturale mode would be hogging the top 10% of the pretty hierarchy and the rest would be distributed as per the level of looks.
OK, I may sound dumb today to be talking about looks but I honestly must say there is some truth about the importance of looking good to some extend. Because that is how society has decided to go with it and like it or not, when you 'think' you look good, you do feel good.
Don't lie. It's a hidden philosophy (to feeling good) amongst the others like inner self confidence and yada yada yada. AND, tell me who in this wide world will shun from looking good? Who don't want to look good if they are given a chance to look good?
It is actually the magnitude of obsession about it that makes a difference to the level a person could indulge to get there.
Of course the top 10% lucky people don't have to really do that much work. Just like brains. Those who are born smarter or wittier will not have to work as hard as those who doesn't to be 'there.'
So as I was driving home from the saloon at 10.45pm yesterday, I did ask myself if am I that much into my looks that I go to extends of spending hours with my hairdresser along with the couple of hundreds each time. And I realized if I don't however, I look every bit ungroom, unrefined and under. Under the waters and weather. Hahahah… whatever that means. And it does make me feel lousy.
I actually enjoy feeling good looking good. Sounds quite a dumb blonde kind of thing but I can't deny my feelings. Hahah…
And I also realized, how much money to many extend can people look great from that. Look at how money can defy your age whether via surgical, medical or consumption, how a good hair dresser makes a difference to your looks, how a good dermatologist makes you glow, how a good spa or body beautician makes your body look almost proportionate and sleek and how a good fashion consultant could make you look trendy and cool effortlessly.
Money. Looks. Hahah… some women can get everywhere I tell you… and everything. I salute their courage. I'm up to hair and at most beauty saloons. Or dermatologist. It's a HUGE hole burnt in that pocket I say. Heheh… but look how much money can buy in the looks department eh? Heheh… given everything, I think I could even be Ms Universe. Hahah… if only.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday Irritants
I am busy and the fact that this PC in the office was out of order more than half a day did not help in making my life better at work. I was pretty much irritated half of the time yesterday.
Irritated with the IT guys who did a blunder to my PC where it caused me to be out of my work flow for 3/4 of my day. And again tonight, they need to steal the fella (my PC) to get it re-formatted because some dude installed the wrong software. I just pray nothing else will pop out after this because if it does, this time, this person here going to blow her top with someone. I don't know who but someone. I mean, people just need to be more efficient than this.
Irritated because I can't tolerate working with people who thinks hell about themselves and things they know a lot.
Irritated because since people know that I take all effort to ensure things are done correctly and to perfection to my best of ability, this same people would want to hedge on me. And by the end of the day, claim credit for it. I am one person who is not hard-up for credit but what I don't like is people hedging on me and take credit for the work they DID NOT do.
And, I also hate it when people tell me they will leave it to me to do it but they have got so much things to say about my work. See, there is a very thick line between advice and comment. Generally, pariah people enjoy commenting yet their ideas are never better than mine. I mean, if they are better then me, obviously I am fine with the comment because they are better!!! Fucking lazy bitches and bastards. As it is already, they are so fucking lack of talent, all they could do is finding their miserable ways to get to the top by mere means of riding on people. How I hate these people.
Next, I was irritated because as I have said to someone that he should read his mail and response faster because his inefficiency affects a lot of people by means of other people (not him) having to work around the clock to meet deadlines, and the fact that this person said he would and it is his mistake not to be efficient, it is happening AGAIN.
I mean how many fucking times must a person be told about his inefficiency and the amount he has to take to iron his problem? How many fucking times? Let me give an example.
We received a request from regional to run some numbers last Thursday. They gave us 1 week. Fair. But the communication to us to prepare the numbers came only on Tues (yesterday) and we are supposed to deliver the numbers by this Thursday. Do you think it is fair to the people running the numbers to be rushed on a shoddy job because someone is having communication inefficiency? Common man!
I am also irritated because here am I having to run some career talk thingy and here am I asking around for some web designing skills around for help. Well, since I am asking, people have a choice to help or decline. Plus if they don't know how to, with obvious common sense I would not insist. But when I came to this particular idiot, he said he doesn't know. Fair. And before I could walk away and move to the next person, he told me what the hell do I need to bother about doing such stuff for the department. He asked me why do I bother. And he has the cheek to tell me not to waste my time.
If I am totally unprofessional, I would like to say this to him - it is because of people like you that organizations don’t excel. It is also people like you that is giving a good example why people don't succeed in their career and it is also people like you that reminds people like me why I am here and why you are there.
Stupid prick.
But I just said to him, "Well, XXX {him name} some things when you got to do, you just got to do. Simple as that." And I walked away. With THE look. The look that tells him I'm disgusted with his attitude.
There… what a wonderful Tuesday I had. Heheh… today? It's a brand new day eh!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Me
Let me say I will not cut open this chest (breast? hehe...) to reveal what I think about myself. Because when that happens, there is no fun in getting to know me.
Because I think I am such a colossal of character, peeling me bit by bit like an onion would be a lot more fun. Though very much like an onion I sometimes make people cringe or cry.
That is much I can say about myself.
I'm everything an emotion could be, where I am pretty much in every aspect because when I give myself a word, most often than not I nod to them to some extend. Some more vigorously, some just subduely. Hehe... so... I can't say much.
What I love most about myself is I am able to see through many things including emotions. And I am able to emphasize to that, most of the time, people, things, situation. Though at times, it gets into me and that is when I become overly sensitive. Just like a clit that has just came. Hahaha... you just can't touch it anymore because it can take no more. Hahahaha... LOL. Sorry, it just cross my mind like that. LOL.
Anyway... that's all my mind could say since one may wonder how could someone cry silly buckets over a love story. Hehe...
Tear Jerking Moments
I was laughing my head off last night when Ima caught me in FB because I was uploading this phrases of love.
As I have said, I'm going to do it out of pure boredom hence, I have been on it pretty much the whole of last week {so much so that I got Leslie saying, "Cukup le tu."} Hehe... and you know, it's really funny to observe the things people conclude just because I have mere words of love. And the remarks I get.
It's invigorating for a change, rather than "I had an awesome dinner just with my best buddies" or "shopping in 1U now" or "very tired and want to just sleep."
Let's see how long this is going to last and the span of time love can hold my ever wearing attention. *grin*
Anyway, I was recommending Ima to watch "Love in the Time of Cholera." I told her I was crying buckets watching it and she was laughing like a hyena without full stop because it was like telling her Attila the Hun cried. Apparently.
And she started on to say it seemed Irwan does it too watching heart warming movies. Apparently, watching it alone at home... hehehehe...
NOW, that got me laughing hyenas!!!
Kill me dude, kill me... but I honestly burst out laughing at 12.45am.
Ima is right to many extend. Here we are, with an au de naturale laden of bashing, comdemn and critic to pretty much things that doesn't soothe our soul or eye sight (even) with our supposedly conrete and astute attitude towards life, and here we are, crying buckets over a love story.
And as I have said, no one in this world will ever catch me in this scene because I will never pour till red swollen eyes with anyone around me. Never.
Plus, Ima said she's also an emotional person who cry at most soppy movies or anything heart warming.
So imagine if you have 3 of us sitting down at mamak, start talking about all the lovey dovey or hearfelt stories one can find and you'll see 2 girls and 1 guy sniffing, tearing, sniffing, tearing. Hahaha... this is so wrong...
Isn't it funny? What a sight...!
You bet. I was still laughing and still laughing till now. Still giggling over it as I am typing this. Not just on Irwan but myself too. Something about this love and tear jerking thingy I say.
Hehe...
Saturday, August 8, 2009
About Music And Something New
OK... when I read Irwan's blog today I was smiling ear to ear. So much for having pretty much the same taste on music. I couldn't believe my eyes when he had Poker Face posted. Haha... what did I just say about people who born on the same day, month, and year.
Poker Face is the song I listen when I drive like a maniac on the highway to or from work just to get those adrenalin pumping. Something about the catchy beat and now that I actually watch her video, woo hoo. I LURVE the way the men treats her. Goddess like... yum.... *licking lips* and how she manages that hunk on the white sofa.
Since I have started on Lady Gaga, let me share why she's one of my favourite singer for this era. She is super duper multi talented. She is just 22 and her talent is way beyond her age. Just hear her sing unplug, I bet you my money you will be mesmerize. Not forgetting the songs she writes. And for the people she writes for. So she deserves the credit. And the fact that she has this persona and style which I smacking love because she extremely daring in a bizarre stylo way, I love the entire package about her. This is what you call talent and showbiz.
Talking about music, I have this crazy appetite for music. And I can't point to which one genre I dig personally. I seemed to like all kinds at every different points in my life or time of the day.
Like in the mornings when I get to work, I have this tendency to play clubbing beat or those sexy numbers which would hike my mood from groggy to super energetic. Amongst the many under my CD changer are as follows (and they are being rotated every other few weeks. BTW I can listen to a song over and over and over until I literally lip sync... yeah, me - don't blame me for the rain ok, it wasn't me.. hehe...)
1. Poker Face
2. I Wanna Dance with Somebody
3. Bleeding Love
4. Sexual Healing
5. Mercy
6. Black or White
7. I Know You Want Me - check out the MTV!!! Sizzling... especially that chick in silver /red bikini...and the girls were oozing with the exact definition of voluptuous... if I were a boy... hehe... and Pitbull himself, well, there is something sexy about him in suit and I like the scene when he was sandwiched between 2 chicks on a sofa. He looks very good there pretty GQ I should say.
8. Play That Funky Music - Don't watch the MTV... it's soooooo damn old... hahah... Wild Cherry alright.
9. Promiscuous Girl
10. I Hate Myself For Loving You
11. I Love Rock and Roll
12. Maneater
13. Independant Women
14. Bootylicious
15. Semarak Cinta
16. Shake Your Tail Feather
17. Don't Wanna Fight - this is one song, no matter what, will wake me up, gerenti!
18. Black Cat
19. You Give Love a Bad Name
20 . Bad Medicine
21. Lay My Hands On Me - this is one hell of a song that will bring my life from the dead I tell you... heheh... super cool because it starts mild, it heighthen, then it peaks, and it rockssss at the way after that.... heheh. If you listen to the lyrics, it's a sexy number alright! "....Everything you want is what I need, Satisfaction's guaranteed, But the ride don't never ever come for free, If you want me to lay my hands on you..." beat that. *cheeky grin*
22. Sweet Child O' Mine - AXL!!!!!!!!! This voice!!! Instrument of its very own...
23. Paradise City
and the list goes on...
Anyway, I am currently into "Man In the Mirror".. hehe.. yes, MJ is still not over for me yet. Yeah, if you want to make that change, it starts from the man in the mirror...
Everything about you is from you, that man in the mirror. Don't blame anyone for anything, but the man in the mirror. If you achieve something, thank the man in the mirror. If you want this world to be a better place, take a look at yourself and make that change. And so, it does start from the man in the mirror. The entire thing about us and those around us, starts from nothing more but the man in the mirror.
Anyway, I got myself a watch. One of the biggest splurge in my 34 years of life. But I can't believe how impressed I am with the mechanism. Imagine a piece of 37mm in diameter and it's precision along with its dual time mechanism that can be wind backwards too! WOW!!!!
And right behind the watch I could see the works of the watch *grin*, at the side there engraved No. 7380. The number 7,380 piece of this model, and it belongs to me... *breathless*
Anyway, I will not talk more today because if you have time, take time to watch this. I was in tears just watching... this is sung with extreme emotion. Feeling. Heartfelt...
Poker Face is the song I listen when I drive like a maniac on the highway to or from work just to get those adrenalin pumping. Something about the catchy beat and now that I actually watch her video, woo hoo. I LURVE the way the men treats her. Goddess like... yum.... *licking lips* and how she manages that hunk on the white sofa.
Since I have started on Lady Gaga, let me share why she's one of my favourite singer for this era. She is super duper multi talented. She is just 22 and her talent is way beyond her age. Just hear her sing unplug, I bet you my money you will be mesmerize. Not forgetting the songs she writes. And for the people she writes for. So she deserves the credit. And the fact that she has this persona and style which I smacking love because she extremely daring in a bizarre stylo way, I love the entire package about her. This is what you call talent and showbiz.
Talking about music, I have this crazy appetite for music. And I can't point to which one genre I dig personally. I seemed to like all kinds at every different points in my life or time of the day.
Like in the mornings when I get to work, I have this tendency to play clubbing beat or those sexy numbers which would hike my mood from groggy to super energetic. Amongst the many under my CD changer are as follows (and they are being rotated every other few weeks. BTW I can listen to a song over and over and over until I literally lip sync... yeah, me - don't blame me for the rain ok, it wasn't me.. hehe...)
1. Poker Face
2. I Wanna Dance with Somebody
3. Bleeding Love
4. Sexual Healing
5. Mercy
6. Black or White
7. I Know You Want Me - check out the MTV!!! Sizzling... especially that chick in silver /red bikini...and the girls were oozing with the exact definition of voluptuous... if I were a boy... hehe... and Pitbull himself, well, there is something sexy about him in suit and I like the scene when he was sandwiched between 2 chicks on a sofa. He looks very good there pretty GQ I should say.
8. Play That Funky Music - Don't watch the MTV... it's soooooo damn old... hahah... Wild Cherry alright.
9. Promiscuous Girl
10. I Hate Myself For Loving You
11. I Love Rock and Roll
12. Maneater
13. Independant Women
14. Bootylicious
15. Semarak Cinta
16. Shake Your Tail Feather
17. Don't Wanna Fight - this is one song, no matter what, will wake me up, gerenti!
18. Black Cat
19. You Give Love a Bad Name
20 . Bad Medicine
21. Lay My Hands On Me - this is one hell of a song that will bring my life from the dead I tell you... heheh... super cool because it starts mild, it heighthen, then it peaks, and it rockssss at the way after that.... heheh. If you listen to the lyrics, it's a sexy number alright! "....Everything you want is what I need, Satisfaction's guaranteed, But the ride don't never ever come for free, If you want me to lay my hands on you..." beat that. *cheeky grin*
22. Sweet Child O' Mine - AXL!!!!!!!!! This voice!!! Instrument of its very own...
23. Paradise City
and the list goes on...
Anyway, I am currently into "Man In the Mirror".. hehe.. yes, MJ is still not over for me yet. Yeah, if you want to make that change, it starts from the man in the mirror...
Everything about you is from you, that man in the mirror. Don't blame anyone for anything, but the man in the mirror. If you achieve something, thank the man in the mirror. If you want this world to be a better place, take a look at yourself and make that change. And so, it does start from the man in the mirror. The entire thing about us and those around us, starts from nothing more but the man in the mirror.
Anyway, I got myself a watch. One of the biggest splurge in my 34 years of life. But I can't believe how impressed I am with the mechanism. Imagine a piece of 37mm in diameter and it's precision along with its dual time mechanism that can be wind backwards too! WOW!!!!
And right behind the watch I could see the works of the watch *grin*, at the side there engraved No. 7380. The number 7,380 piece of this model, and it belongs to me... *breathless*
Anyway, I will not talk more today because if you have time, take time to watch this. I was in tears just watching... this is sung with extreme emotion. Feeling. Heartfelt...
Friday, August 7, 2009
Source of Inspiration
If you must ask, who inspires me most in my life... and gives me reasons to my passion and motivates me in my expression and work... they are as follows... in no particular order. I adore them all the same.
1. Jasmine Star - everytime I visit Jasmine's blog, I am always left smiling or in awestruck. She takes the most beautiful and engaging pictures in this entire universe. And her wittism (ok, I created this word) is beyond me. She always, always, reminds me to stay cool, love and live life... I so heart her.
2. Debbie Olson - she is THE person who everything I want to be in card making. EVERYTHING. Her style and taste is just so me wannabe in everyway. People often ask me where do I learn my card making, where do I get my inspirations and ideas. Somewhat, from Debbie. Somewhat, Debbie's work guides me with the techniques and styles.
3. Gabriel Garcia Marquez - when I read Gabo's writings, it always makes me ponder where the heck did he ever had those words and feelings in such manner? Where did he get those feeling of love, in various variations? It's always beyond me. And I am one of those people who would read his words, word by word, trying to absorb it all bit by bit, hoping I can memorize what he as just written after reading pass them. And I try hanging on to his words as much as I could. And everytime I finish his books, my heart pumps nothing more but life.
4. Yasmin Ahmad - she always reminds me to be original beyond original and be me as I want to be in my work. Her ability and uncanny ways to bring tears to people who watches her work is something I am always to remember in my writing. And she always exposes me to other side to beautiful things that I never knew.
She once quoted Hemingway "All you have to do is write 1 true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know..." and ever since then, I wrote with my trustiest feeling and the rest they say would be history. Indeed. Which then, that got people wondering where and what were my daily bread to 'just' write with the truest, simplest and original pieces one could ever think and feel for. There.
May she rest in peace. I do miss her quirkiness and mischievous choices to things that amuses her, and always me. Hehe...
Well... so far, 4 inspiring people that keeps my passion alive and keeping me in tow to the work I create... great people.
1. Jasmine Star - everytime I visit Jasmine's blog, I am always left smiling or in awestruck. She takes the most beautiful and engaging pictures in this entire universe. And her wittism (ok, I created this word) is beyond me. She always, always, reminds me to stay cool, love and live life... I so heart her.
2. Debbie Olson - she is THE person who everything I want to be in card making. EVERYTHING. Her style and taste is just so me wannabe in everyway. People often ask me where do I learn my card making, where do I get my inspirations and ideas. Somewhat, from Debbie. Somewhat, Debbie's work guides me with the techniques and styles.
3. Gabriel Garcia Marquez - when I read Gabo's writings, it always makes me ponder where the heck did he ever had those words and feelings in such manner? Where did he get those feeling of love, in various variations? It's always beyond me. And I am one of those people who would read his words, word by word, trying to absorb it all bit by bit, hoping I can memorize what he as just written after reading pass them. And I try hanging on to his words as much as I could. And everytime I finish his books, my heart pumps nothing more but life.
4. Yasmin Ahmad - she always reminds me to be original beyond original and be me as I want to be in my work. Her ability and uncanny ways to bring tears to people who watches her work is something I am always to remember in my writing. And she always exposes me to other side to beautiful things that I never knew.
She once quoted Hemingway "All you have to do is write 1 true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know..." and ever since then, I wrote with my trustiest feeling and the rest they say would be history. Indeed. Which then, that got people wondering where and what were my daily bread to 'just' write with the truest, simplest and original pieces one could ever think and feel for. There.
May she rest in peace. I do miss her quirkiness and mischievous choices to things that amuses her, and always me. Hehe...
Well... so far, 4 inspiring people that keeps my passion alive and keeping me in tow to the work I create... great people.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
There is REALLY Something Sexy About Her Reading that Got My Attention
Hmmm, maybe you can tell me what it is really? Hehe...
Leave Me Alone
People have to stop asking me if I am ok. If I am alright with my love life and bla bla bla.
Common people. Can't you once leave this little wretch lady alone? Let her live her life the way she wants it and stop asking, stop trying to understand and stop bothering her!!!
What is so wrong to talk about love?
Besides work, I do whatever and however my hearts pleases. And my heart just feel like talking about love. Is there an issue?
Well, goes to show how much the people who thinks they know me, know me. Jokers!
I mean, tomorrow if I feel like it, I'll start talking about sex or cars or murder or rape. So does that makes me a sex deprived person or a nympho or a fool or a psycho or a killer or...?
Common... you people can do better than this...
Common people. Can't you once leave this little wretch lady alone? Let her live her life the way she wants it and stop asking, stop trying to understand and stop bothering her!!!
What is so wrong to talk about love?
Besides work, I do whatever and however my hearts pleases. And my heart just feel like talking about love. Is there an issue?
Well, goes to show how much the people who thinks they know me, know me. Jokers!
I mean, tomorrow if I feel like it, I'll start talking about sex or cars or murder or rape. So does that makes me a sex deprived person or a nympho or a fool or a psycho or a killer or...?
Common... you people can do better than this...
In Reply To "Something To Tell You"
In reply to that, excerpt to the many words and sentences, "...It was greater than love that I had for you, our soul literally communicates with each other even without lifting our little fingers..."
I went agape. How much love is there between these 2 persons I wonder?
This is so beautiful. So, awesomely beautiful...
I love you both xoxoxo...
Something to tell you...
Another love story? Some excerpt...hmmm.... read on.
"... I have only 30 mins to type this bcos I'll be off for a meeting. I never really expressed to you exactly how I felt about us now. And today, as I woke and drove to work, I thought I would want to tell you. So that I will not miss telling you if ever I forgot.
You know, the time when we left, I must admit I was totally heart broken. It was a matter of you to open your mouth and ask me to stay and I would definely have been. I guess things has its ways of working.
And because of that, it took me quite awhile to get over it, forget the entire relationship in totality and move on. But 'forget' is not the right word to use because I never could. But with what is left of me, I went on, leaving it all behind, every memories stashed behind and never re-visited.
I never was nostalgic. Until I caught up with you at the Park. That was when everything came back. After that many, many years.
But despite it, I still wanted very strongly to move on. I refuse to linger over what has happened and I refuse to allow any sentiments to billow me because I always tell myself, never look back, while in thoughts of us does come back to me once every while very dully, held
behind my mind.
When I met you again then, when you came by for an interview, I wasn't in a frame of mind to think about us despite us catching up for a short while. My mind was much with work at that time.
But yesterday, I have to tell you I feel entirely liberated that I could spend some time with you. Not that I have relived the past but I feel I have found a bit of you which I have not really gotten, to really talk to you endlessly. I never really had that with you when we were going out. So yesterday, was one of those moments, I felt, very contentedly glad I did.
It sort of filled up that loss piece of jigsaw. And finally today, as I am typing this with music blasting in my ears at work, I can dare tell you, I did really love you and that no matter how much I try to deny, that feeling to some extend would be part of me because it has been anyway for 13 long years.
I want you to know that I wanted so much more to hold on the the moment yesterday because I miss having such moment. So... I will cherish it much and hold this one, tightly locked in my memory chest. Something I truly appreciate which means a lot to me. Always..."
"... I have only 30 mins to type this bcos I'll be off for a meeting. I never really expressed to you exactly how I felt about us now. And today, as I woke and drove to work, I thought I would want to tell you. So that I will not miss telling you if ever I forgot.
You know, the time when we left, I must admit I was totally heart broken. It was a matter of you to open your mouth and ask me to stay and I would definely have been. I guess things has its ways of working.
And because of that, it took me quite awhile to get over it, forget the entire relationship in totality and move on. But 'forget' is not the right word to use because I never could. But with what is left of me, I went on, leaving it all behind, every memories stashed behind and never re-visited.
I never was nostalgic. Until I caught up with you at the Park. That was when everything came back. After that many, many years.
But despite it, I still wanted very strongly to move on. I refuse to linger over what has happened and I refuse to allow any sentiments to billow me because I always tell myself, never look back, while in thoughts of us does come back to me once every while very dully, held
behind my mind.
When I met you again then, when you came by for an interview, I wasn't in a frame of mind to think about us despite us catching up for a short while. My mind was much with work at that time.
But yesterday, I have to tell you I feel entirely liberated that I could spend some time with you. Not that I have relived the past but I feel I have found a bit of you which I have not really gotten, to really talk to you endlessly. I never really had that with you when we were going out. So yesterday, was one of those moments, I felt, very contentedly glad I did.
It sort of filled up that loss piece of jigsaw. And finally today, as I am typing this with music blasting in my ears at work, I can dare tell you, I did really love you and that no matter how much I try to deny, that feeling to some extend would be part of me because it has been anyway for 13 long years.
I want you to know that I wanted so much more to hold on the the moment yesterday because I miss having such moment. So... I will cherish it much and hold this one, tightly locked in my memory chest. Something I truly appreciate which means a lot to me. Always..."
Life is Short
The last of my grandfather's brother has made his final breath and he is now resting in peace. People that I know offlate that passed on and that reminds me the fragility of life. That life is just fast, short and fated to some extend. So the journey is not after all that long. It is up to us to define if it is a bore, roller coaster ride or a walk in a park on a perfect day.
Which reminds me that I am often missing the point when I get caught up with the triviality of things. Like how that SOL was trying to tell my mum-in-law that I am reporting to the head of this and not the director of that. So to position that she is after all in a higher hierarchy of corporate ladder than me *eyes rolling* Give me a break.
I mean, I really have better things to do with my life actually that getting even bothered about her intentions. And the mere fact that she is as stupid as the next donkey at the market that pulls the farmer's harvest for the day, there should not even be a shrug to this donkey. I mean, why should I be bothered with a donkey? Haha... Yes, I am telling myself.
Anyway, live life within the best you can everyday. As if it is going to be the last, if you can {tough shit}. That is the only way to it. Worry less, be happy more, don't let what is not within your control bothers you, hang loose and just be.
I wish to rant more but today, I am in the mood to just think to myself and enjoy my thoughts with myself. Yeah, in such a mood today.
Which reminds me that I am often missing the point when I get caught up with the triviality of things. Like how that SOL was trying to tell my mum-in-law that I am reporting to the head of this and not the director of that. So to position that she is after all in a higher hierarchy of corporate ladder than me *eyes rolling* Give me a break.
I mean, I really have better things to do with my life actually that getting even bothered about her intentions. And the mere fact that she is as stupid as the next donkey at the market that pulls the farmer's harvest for the day, there should not even be a shrug to this donkey. I mean, why should I be bothered with a donkey? Haha... Yes, I am telling myself.
Anyway, live life within the best you can everyday. As if it is going to be the last, if you can {tough shit}. That is the only way to it. Worry less, be happy more, don't let what is not within your control bothers you, hang loose and just be.
I wish to rant more but today, I am in the mood to just think to myself and enjoy my thoughts with myself. Yeah, in such a mood today.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Since I am bored to tears with FB now. I have decided I would on a daily basis or whenever I feel like, write a short verse about love. And my feelings towards it. Haha...
Why?
Because I think the fun of FB and its usual gigs have now gone pass me and I no longer want to play with my virtual pet, farm, restaurant or those questionnaire stuff, what more gamble. I honestly don't know how people can go on and on with the same games over and over for the longest time and never get bored. Beats me. So, the only explanation I could get is, they must have some passion in it OR they have totally nothing better to do with life. Heheh...
As I have said before I am in the thoughts of disconnecting myself from FB because I no longer see a purpose in it, other than keeping in touch with certain individuals or in other words, stalking certain individuals. Haha... I hope I am not.
But on a serious note, even threading on the old friends I have long known seemed a bore. I mean, to those whom I am constantly still am in the same wave length, we would have been in touch by now and we would have caught up with things and we would have definitely started being in constant touch to talk about our lives every now and then too. And we will continue with that process.
Other than that, I don't see value because those that we don't communicate are people we just don't click. So what's the purpose of staying connected with that one last line called FB just to know that he/she is alive and kicking? What value does that make in a friendship? How different is that in your life?
Like how different or matters to you that the 3 friends you used to know back in school has gone for shopping together in Singapore. Or how different is it knowing that person who haven't even spoken to you ever since the person added you is now at the alps skiing and laying cosy in its warm lodge once dusk falls?
90% of them have just moved on and we are all threading on exceptionally different path. More so, exceptionally different thoughts and lifestyle. Different loves and passion too. Different believes and different hates too.
And without FB back then, we have had that many friends holding on with us as we venture on the journey. So how different is it that it is then and now? How different connecting with those who are just acquaintances and so-called friends is it now and then?
In fact nothing except that few truly genuine people I really, really love and cherish whom I have completely loss touch unintentionally. And thank Heavens for FB, I found them again. Or they found me.
I seemed to have some 360 or 350 friends. How many could I count on from this list actually? I counted. Sad. Barely my 10 fingers. Hehe... so it makes me wonder. Why bother?
Plus, now with this tinge of knowing someone is stalking me to some extend, and some irritant who are pretty much a pest or some busybody who is out there with malicious intentions, and having to rather go through the entire list of 300 odd friends, why not just disconnect everything there is to disconnect?
Isn't that much easier? Haha... I am still wondering...
Till then, it's love story babe... love me or hate me, it's all about love... hahah...
Haiku & Me
I used to marvel over haiku. I used to find a lot of beauty in haiku and I used to be able to just read on and smile over them. Then ponder, then smile. Then ponder, then frown. Then ponder, then wonder.
Here's one for the road which always makes me smile,
" The dog walks by
with a hat...
fallen leaf "
-Kobayashi Issa-
We'll Be 52 Soon
August is a month I thought and believe would be one of my quietest on a personal front. I thought because while I have put away races, I thought life would be more quiet. Just when I got everything wrong. I'll be heading back to Malacca tentatively over this coming weekend. Then it's Cameron next. Then it's dinner with the kids on the 4th week of August. And finally, there will be some quiet peace on the 5th week but it's Independence Day... Should we not celebrate for it? It' going to be 52 years old but I foresee someone will be lamenting 52 years of cheat, lies and deceive. Haha... Malaysians.
Well, we have got our good and bad days. More bad I sometimes think because I personally feel we can do better than this in terms of efficiency, corruption and intellectual. But I shan't say more or pretend to know more than these because there is no use ranting over and over issues like a cock crowing over and over in the morning with no significant change to any matter. Or rather, no effect at all to anyone or anything. Just being some pest, buzzing around people's ears won't make much difference. The worst thing is, sometimes, the fly gets swat, there you go. Guts splattered and everything else crushed. No more life to even enjoy the sampah around or sitting on shits and rubbish.
To change, there is a lot to do and most people don't have sufficient passion and balls to get it through. Most people are just talk. Well, obviously talk is the best because it is easy, it does not cost money and it doesn't require action or consequences. Just talk.
If someone is to say it will cost 1 cent per word, everyone will start thinking twice what they want to say {for obvious reasons if that happens, then the world will uproar and demand for freedom of speech, I mean for hypothetical sake...) or for every sentence, they are to bear the consequences like having to write a thesis to justify everytime they open that gap, people will think twice.
So easy to talk. Anyway, that is the very reason the state of our country is just 'like that' and we seemed to be always in Bolehland. Of course 'boleh' since all we need is to say 'boleh.' What is so difficult about just pronouncing that 1 word? Senang what.
Anyway, I think the government has a long way to go and I also feel the government should be looking into a lot more things for the rakyat which they are not. They are moving as slow as the turtle next door and that snail in the garden in Lake Gardens. Or is there there even some plan and action plan? {No use plan but there isn't any action plan corresponding to it}. I mean, people need to feel and see results. Otherwise, it is just again like the last leadership.
I am not complaining. I am just saying there is a humongous room of improvement and if Malaysia still wants to continue to grow and be a country on par with a lot others, the folks who are supposedly to be governing the country must work hard towards that. Playing politics about whose seats and whose territory and all nonsense is not going to bring anyone anywhere. Rugi siapa? Rakyat sahaja la... Sad but true.
That is why, people like me will not want to say anything or get involve on this whole pathetic scene. It is as stupid as stupid can get. Until I am ready to be involve and change Malaysia with my cronies, my power is just 'this much' because as much as we say we are democratic, it is just a window dressing so the plate is more palate to our multiracial nation. Sad but true.
Say only what. Like I have said, what is so difficult to talk about it.... easy peasy. We are democratic. Just say.
As I always hear from the movie, "May God save the Queen" so for our case, "May God save the Malaysians."
Pray. Pray hard sister {just as Malar the caretaker to the home always say whenever she is loss and can't find anymore solution for the home}... Pray. We just pray... heheh...
Monday, August 3, 2009
Weekend "adventure"
Guess what happened yesterday when I was half way typing, I was done and I have to cut short the typing because I had to leave and there were no wi-fi after that. Haha...
The hairdresser as I have said do not know how to handle my mum's hair. These young fellas only know how to manage younger people's hair. They messed up her hair and she looks like some Mak Datin coming out from her throne going for a walk in Pavilion. Hahah... I had to help her push her beehive tall hair down because it was overwhelming.
I finished a short book over the weekend despite being busy. That was how short the book was. Not that my reading skills have improve till extends where I have this zany ability to speed reading like a robot. No. It is that the book was meant to be for kids. Not adult. No wonder... and just when I thought I had such fun and light reading. Hehe... yeah, there is so much kid in this heart. Duh...
I managed to squeeze some time for card making too. Wow, guess how many cards I literally got within Saturday and Sunday? 6!!! Given again that I was hanging out with my family half of the time. Of course, in my humble opinion, one of them did not turn out as great as I have expected so that piece needs re-work. Sigh. But as usual, at 12am last night, I was very reluctant to stash it all away and go to bed. Plus the fact that, the orders are coming in alright. I have still 6 more to go. Obviously, I had not enough sleep this morning and was praying I have a reason to take MC. Haha...
Talking about cards. There is this psycho ex-classmate of mine which I totally don't understand. I find that she has this habit of saying things that she really doesn't't mean and she's saying it just for the sake of saying it to make people feel happy or good about it (so she will feel good because we friends thinks she's nice, my hypothesis anyway). I made her several cards and for the 3rd time, she has been asking if I would be able to make additional for her. For extremely obvious reasons I hardly recline request, and for the umpteen times that she asked I have reverted with 'how many' and for the same umpteen times I get no reply, at all. What is fucking wrong with this lady? And with all the people in this world, she has certainly gotten the wrong person because as I have said before I hate people who say things for the sake of it. For any matter actually, including doing things for the sake of it... Uh!
Anyway, I am still not feeling the best of my health today with quite a headache. In fact I have just popped 2 panadols and if this does not work, I will have to resort to Ponstan and the likes. I hate this pill popping exercise. And the weather is supporting all effort to be sick. The haze even has caught up pretty badly. At the same time, my tummy upset has stolen my humongous appetite away. Saturday's sin and cholesterol induce food of crabs, mini lobsters, frog and etc, along with Sunday's fat laden BKT felt very bland to me.
What I used to enjoy like a maniac now feels and taste like 'just' food. Sigh. Even today, I have not regained the composure to enjoy food. What. And this eat- for-the- sake of eating thingy is totally not myself. The only consolation is, the backache is well gone. I think. But headache is here... sigh. What, are we having an exchange program here?
This I believe is the consequence of exercise deficiency coupled with bad weather.
My social shy uncle was a funny case. Having lived in for 2 and a half long years at my current place, it is only now that he has come to visit me. And the really funny bit about this old man is (like every old man) he walks around the house, knocking everything with his knuckles. Hahaha... I can't help not sniggering at least. There was an extend that when he went on his knocking spree, my cousin thought someone was at the door and he rushed to open it! Hahaha... old man syndrome I guess.
You will noticed the exact idiosyncrasy when those cars are displayed at the motor shows or having promotion at the malls. These uncles have their uncanny ways of knocking the car door, bonnet, boot and everywhere else which could vibrate some sound to affirm that the car is indeed made of steel! *eyes rolling* Haha...
On family, I had this very funny observation confirmed. Just like when you are running a hypothetical assumption and you start performing research, in my case, my method of research comprises mainly on experiences and observation. Sample - mother and aunties. And I realized, my to-a-certain-extent dysfunctional family has a strong tendencies to nag unconditionally and kill the subject matter with the nag AND are health and hygiene freak.
And for many recent years, I thought I have this unprecedented OCD because it was just me. Apparently, it runs in the family and so I can now officially blame it on the genes. It is totally hereditary without qualms. Haha... I thought I was bad, check out my mother and aunties!!! Imagine hygiene freaks + nags. You may want to run away... hahah...
Well so much crap for now. Have a good week ahead. While it may not be a bed of roses, at least, try making it into a bed of hibiscus or even marigold (bunga tahi ayam) or... whatever else you can get your hands onto... Haha...
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Half Way Thru'
Here I am, getting my hair wash and blow while I am typing this. And I always seemed to multitask and I believe it got to be my mum who always nags when I lay ideal doing nothin. It must be her!!!
Weekend has been very busy and I am also not at the top of my health. I really hate such feeling because it does not make me feel good at all when I so much want to be... mum and my brother was here and we even have my social shy recluse uncle coming out to join us for dinner last night! It is just like striking lottery!
Nevertheless, I enjoyed their company despite talking just about anything. It is the company. I miss such thing for quite awhile because my own immediate family people are the ones who are always the busiest. Like everyone...
Weekend has been very busy and I am also not at the top of my health. I really hate such feeling because it does not make me feel good at all when I so much want to be... mum and my brother was here and we even have my social shy recluse uncle coming out to join us for dinner last night! It is just like striking lottery!
Nevertheless, I enjoyed their company despite talking just about anything. It is the company. I miss such thing for quite awhile because my own immediate family people are the ones who are always the busiest. Like everyone...
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