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?
