Troublesome Lot

If there are 1 species of people I were to choose not to have anything to do with, it would be the womankind. Damn this women. They seemed to be the most troublesome of the lot.

First, I received a call from this friend of mine early in the morning even before I start work and tell me or put in a way to ask Roger if we could have our tennis classes after work.

WTF.

Then only, she gave consideration to me that it may be a trouble for me to come back all the way to TTDI for the classes. And,she did not even give Evonne a thought!

She went straight at, "Wonder if you could ask Roger if he has later classes after work?"

Her reasons:
1. Having trouble to get up early to be in time for 9am classes, given that it's a Sunday. {And the furthest who live in Jalan Ipoh have not even made a single noise about this}

2. It can be quite hot. {And the fairest of them all have not even made a single tinge of how hot it can be}

At the start of the class, I have asked if it is ok to have it at that hour and have forewarned about the sun but all she told me was, "What do you think we are? Some softy?"

Now, look who is talking? And contradicting herself?

As I am typing this, I am even more agitated because she did not actually thought about Evonne and I. It is only about them.

WTF.

So I called Roger indeed and asked, though it was a reluctant call.

Roger was in fact more concern that I was. He asked me if I could make it in time for classes given the traffic and he asked also about Evonne having to drive home alone all the way back to Jalan Ipoh by 9/10-nish. Are these feasible?

He has a point.

When I suggested later like 9pm, he asked again about Evonne, what is she to do while waiting since she knocks off at 5pm?

He has a point again. PLus, Evonne does not knock off at even 8pm during month end or early month. She leaves the office way past mid-night way too often.

So finally we have decided that we will talk about this tomorrow during tennis class.

And guess what?

Miss Leceh is not coming tomorrow. Apparently period pain. I don't know the extend of her period pains but given that I am a 23 years of period cramp where even Ponstan dont' work victim and haven't given birth to anyone, I have learnt how to manage it. And most often than not, 2nd day periods could go by with Panadols, easily.

So if you can read between these lines what I am trying to get at, you know what I mean.

I'm not being mean just because I am some exercise freak but I personally think people should just take some pride in the things they choose to embark on no matter how 'small' it may look. Or 'unimportant' it may seemed.

Because it just reflects the attitude.

Plus, if learning tennis is just so easy and could be mastered within 1-2 months, then there is honestly no need for anyone to get a coach. Isn't it?

Or, people should just don't TRY to embark on anything that they can't learn to the very end with some enthusiasm.

That is all I'm saying.

Don't use these fuck excuses about having to have it after work and when the sun is down just to learn something.

I mean, to begin this, when I forewarn these all at the beginning, weren't these being thought about as part and parcel of the entire episode? I mean, just go take up bakery or cooking or flower arranging or drawing or something of that sort...

That is why, as I said, women are a WHOLE fucking troublesome lot. I don't understand why they had to be such. I just don't.

AND, that explains the very reason I have more guy friends than females. Just too much unnecessary hassle! Just too much time wasted on these crap.

Save Us From People Like This

I'm early for work today, in debted to the status of the jam.

And I have decided to steal some time to write this piece because I just needed to express myself.

This is about some friend I knew way past 16 odd years. And I have come to realised by the mere fact of him trying to tell me how much he actually knows about me, it has failed, miserably. And that goes to say, how much of a friend we have been.

It leaves me with the feeling that today, we are pretty much just acquaintances as anyone else. I am not happy or sad about it. Just agitated because this ass has however, proven me that in today's era of technologically enhances communication systems and media, we have NOT become savvy human beings after all.

He is those species if taken as a sample of the population of test, would have indeed shown the WRONG results.

He is also the species that would put the human race to shame not because of his imbecility but his ignorance and ego.

God. God save us all from people like him.

It all started with this:

Me: Have you anyone interested to buy my car?

Idiot: What car?

Me: E46, Coupe

Idiot: Oh that car, it’s a problematic car

Me: I've been driving this for the past 4 years, I never had a single problem

Idiot: It's powerful but not comfortable. I just test drove 325i. I don’t like it. I'm going to test drive the C200.

Me: Good for you, since you are already an Uncle. Anyway, 325i and my coupe is different.

Idiot: Not comfortable enough for me. Actually, I rather buy a Camry.

Me: Eh, don't insult Merc and Beemer by comparing with a Camry.

Idiot: They are all to me the same category.

Me: What the fuck are you talking man.

Idiot: It is, unless you are talking about Porsh…

Me: Oh yes, I'm changing to one. The Cayman S.

Idiot: Well, that is what I call a car.

Me: But I need to get this car sold first.

Idiot: Actually, why don’t you get a boat?

Me: Yes, after this nice car, if I have a place to house it.

Idiot: It might as well you save your money, buy an island in Indonesia and a boat so you can go diving as much as you want. Why waste your time showing off the car you drive.

{This is the point where it shows how much an idiot knows about me and to those 'friends' who thinks I am such as person, my message is, "I don't think I need to explain myself if you can't be happy for me or have this tinge of envy about me."}

Me: Harlo Uncle, I love cars. Nothing to do with showing off.

Idiot: Yayaya.

{See what I mean?}

Me: What to do, I can afford it. After all, I drive so if I can afford what I like, why not.

{Why in this fucking world am I still talking to this idiot? But I can't help not to add on with "I can afford it" since people can't be happy for me}

Idiot: How fast do you drive?

Me: Depends on my mood.

Idiot: Must be very slow since you so 'jaga' kereta.

Me: If I want to drive a slow car I would get a Hummer.

Idiot: You should get a Hummer since it's almost the same size as the Porsh you want to get.

{WTF}

Me: Uncle, I'm NOT getting the Cayanne la. How can it be the same size? I'm getting the sports car! Do you know the difference?

Idiot: Yeah, I know. I have a friend who drives the car. You better do a proper review before buying. The maintenance is very high.

Me: Says who?

Idiot: My friend who drives it.

Me: I got a friend who is the mechanic. He said it's the maintenance is the price of a Beemer.

Idiot: Where is your friend's workshop?

Me: Subang / USJ.

Idiot: You better check. He just had to send the car to the workshop again.

Me: Are you sure you got the right car? You sure your friend is driving the car I want to buy or the Cayanne actually since you thought I was getting it?

Idiot: *Silent for awhile*

{I immediately logged out from FB, I just can't stand talking to such imbecile any longer}

What an idiot.

Life in KL, 2 Days Prior Work

James added me in FB. After all these years of knowing James, he has not changed a single bit despite being a 38 years old. God. At times when I am in the mood to tolerate, he fascinates me with this sexual antics but on days when I am not to accept crap, I find him… I can’t find a word for it. God. I do wish honestly, that he would have grown up a little bit, just a little bit really. Haha. But I guess, James is what he is and he’s definitely what he is to stay till a good ripe old age.

But he did some justice at least. He complimented me for looking still great when I attended his wedding last month. Muahaha. I promise him some free drinks and food if I catch with him for making my day. Well… not too bad on the resolution bit about keeping up looking well. Though it is only February. Eek, 10 more months to go…

Anyway, I want to state that this world has nothing much happy things to talk about these days. Everytime when I flip the from the main page of the papers to the sports section (where some life actually begun) I am filled with depress news over and over, day in, day out. It actually keeps me away from what is happening around me these days. I think to some point in my life, I would be a recluse. I don’t know when would it ever stop that bad news will sell, anymore.

I guess journalist and the likes would hate me for saying this because if everyone thinks like me, people like them will have no living to make. But, think about it, there is so much that the human body can take about bad news. Bad news are like energy and optimist vampires, where they drain everything good within you.

I wish honestly, for better things. Report more of better things than bad.

Or maybe someone would say, the news only reports what it has in this world so if the world turns into a better place to leave in, the news in the papers would eventually be better news too. I guess that would be the argument.

So much the wish for world peace and goodness. Amen.

CNY

I am amazed that given the colossal humongousness of the internet, Pek managed to find me from this blog. Which, makes me wonder how many else people I personally know, is reading them without my knowledge. And I was amazed that I actually provided these some source of entertainment and sometimes bitching bewilderment.

I have indeed been fine with folks reading it so long, as I mentioned to Pek, people don’t judge me for it or start stalking me to share what they think about the stuff I’ve written. I mean, that is the main reason I have shut the message section off and that I did not have it logged into some search engines or anything of that sort to get hits.

This to me is where I write my thoughts with no holds barred. That is all. Of course to protect myself from people who can’t take criticism and I very rude remarks, I have decided to share with the least of the people I know whom I can trust and knows me well as a person. Of course for people who don’t know me at all, this blog is all for them to consume.

Lately I have been getting messages from Ita on the Reunion thingy she has been taking a pain staking effort to arrange. I am not denying that I do not appreciate her effort but as Pek and I have said, stuff like this should not be made obligatory to anyone for the matter. While it’s great to be keeping in touch but since we have all grown to be distinguish individuals, there are people out there who needs to respect such fact. I don’t really know how to put this in words, but it is only those that we can click so much at this age that would have kept bonding on and for those that we have grown apart, we could just as well remained acquaintances. So, to me, this reunion thingy, is merely keeping up with matter-of-factly to know everyone’s fine and alive. But some people need to understand that it is impossible for people we don’t click to start clicking only now.

I mean, if people are of the same kind would have taken the effort to keep in touch every since we left primary. There is a logic to this bonding thingy. And people also can’t keep holding on the childlike age days when we are already God damn 35 this year.

My CNY this year has been with the family, quite a bit. We have the family reunion in KL with the entire of my own family at the dinner. I’m happy because for ONCE I don’t need to be just spending my time with those Cantonese speaking money face urbanites relative of that SOL. Yeah! Wonderful.

I honestly (not that I am blowing my family’s trumpet) realized those type (yeah, here I am stereotyping) of family does nothing when they gather but compare or try to check who is wearing what, driving what, earning what, title of what, and so and so that their lives just revolves around who is better materially. Like it or not, I don’t have a choice at times but to bear with such idiosyncrasies since they are part of my good in-law’s family.

I have to admit also, I do sympathize with my in-laws at times having to tolerate the crap they unintentionally put up with the comparison and who-has-better-lifestyle-than-who. And I do also pity my BIL having to have married a woman of such standards. I am not trying to be a narcisst by putting her down but the fact of the matter is such that I’m just being plain blunt truthful about the whole thing.

I mean, if you ever have a chance to meet her, try talking to her for a good 10 minutes about anything material (because that is THE ONLY topic that fazes her) and see what do you get out of it. Answer: Brush over of subject matter from hearsay and her borak kosong conversation with her equally shallow friends. Example: Talk to her about cars, see what she tells you since she drives a Beemer. Talk to her about watches since she made herself looking like a watch connoisseur but observe the depth of the understanding in a simple brand she wears. It just go to tell.

Oh well, it is true to the fact that I loathe her, I still do despite the number of years that has gone by. And as Eugene has aptly put it, there will be no mending of this relationship, ever. Only to ensure ‘it doesn’t get worst’ is the last good sentence he has picked. He sure is right because how can anything change when we both are not changing for the world, more so, I don’t need to stomach measuring-up- to-me-people.

I think anyone reads this could sense the hate I have for her, oh well. We need some hate in life to keep that fiery fire in us to move along in life. It can’t be just passivity and optimism that pulls a person through… I am sure.

So as I was saying, it was a good reunion anyway when I have the entire family who are close enough to me, being there. I guess that matters most but of course, I am not denying the bitching I walked through with my mum, aunties and granny. To some extend, while I have become the listener I am, I realized that my fiery aggression and hard headedness has indeed come from THE family. Everyone shares the same flare. From my granny to my mum to my very own aunts. So when I get to my difficult self, don’t blame me, it’s in the genes apparently.

But it is all good. After the complaints and bitching does a jig through the system, everyone will have a good laugh or some form of comfort for each other, and we move on with life. I guess that is what family is all about. It doesn’t need to be the care but even the mere fact it being a trust worthy sounding board which I think is good enough for the bond to tie. And truly, from the bottom of my heart, I appreciate this bonding.

Needless to say, as the years go by, Granny has come to a point where her forgetfulness is pretty rampant, especially on the things she says. One minute she had affirm this and the very next, she either ask again or says the opposite. It takes several times and patient to remind her, what really is what. But it is also funny that there are however some things which she can remember, she remembers them VERY well. I call this “selective memory.” I wonder too if she is trying to be funny with us all. Hehe.

Yet above it all, her chattiness has not ceased and I am still left appalled. We brought her to the reflexology centre where we frequent and there she goes, yakking away and as usual, repeating her story over and over and over. I wondered and embarrassed too over her highly energetic gap if the masseur massaging her legs felt the same as I did. The irony of it all, I used to cringe at aunties and uncles who yak their life away in the centre to extend where I, who refuse to eavesdrop would often end up even knowing their first time with a man / woman. So to speak. And here, I have, my dearest grandmother yakking for a good 1 hour like the energizer bunny. Urgh!

I could not possibly read my book, even aloud. And yes, I was laughing at myself for having to endure this old lady who is my granny doing the thing I most abhor in a reflexology centre! Karma. This is call Karma. Haha.

At the same time, I have learnt up some funnies about my family. One of my cousins, actually shuts down at 10 sharp without warning. Don’t ask me how he does it but when we were having our reunion dinner, there he was, head on the headrest, fast asleep despite everything we said to him or the jolt we gleefully bestow on this. He is as good as dead! By the end of the dinner, his poor dad had to carry him like a gunny sack of potatoes into the car.

Then when I returned to Malacca, my mum and aunt were lecturing me about UFOs, star gazing, Aliens, the universe, the secrecy of the US government on this and etc, etc, etc. For once, I was reminded of how much I did not miss attending lectures. While I looked disdained to some degree, not from skepticsm but the dreary and lackluster topics of their excitement from their brother, my uncle, I can’t help but to listen as I normal do. Just listen.

Apparently, they have been doing a lot of reading up and start gazing with my uncle ever since they harbored their asses in Malacca. They have been doing it well past 3am every night! Along with those telescopes, infra red torch or something to that effect and the lappy in the wide open lovely mowed carpeted grass garden of my aunties.

Right after dinner, they assembled again, star gazing for signs of spaceships and the likes, but everyone below the age of 35 were in the house, on the net, watching TV, playing video games or talking cock. Then I realized the Generation X and above have no in-depth interest of such matters because for the longest time in our lives, we have already been exposed to such phenomenon on TV, books, internet and hearsay. We just don’t find them as intriguing as the older folks. Ah, talk about generation gap. And believe me not, even my granny was star gazing along with them! Ahhhhhhh…

During CNY also, Kean Meng kicked the bucket. Though he isn’t close to me and a mere acquaintance, the news is still very sudden. But it does remind me about life. Wakes me from my slumbering that I have been in for awhile. Reminds me the need to be happy and feeling fulfilled in life. But the best of it all, when I think too much about it, I suddenly feel empty. Like my life is just nothing much but me, myself and I. And of a sudden, I feel I don’t have much fulfillment to add meaning to my life, actually. I feel like all these while I have been threading on doing things to make me happy but I have not much thoroughly evaluated IF really, I am happy and that those things REALLY does make me happy.

So yes, at times, I don’t really know what I want in life. What does living life to the fullest really means?

I don’t have a solution to these feelings nor will I have any thoughts about it nor do I have a conclusion or an answer.

I am in the moment where I want to live by the flow of things and just let things works itself out.

What I do know is, I enjoy several things very much and these are the very things that keeps me at peace all the time. Full filled? I really, haven’t given it much thoughts. So in the end, I trust this overly dwelling doesn’t help. What sharping your knife some guru said! Haha…

Alrighty, so much for CNY from me. Much more to do. And yes, the rest of the time besides those I have shared were left doing up my mum’s assignment, Communication 101. Beat that…*grin*

Blocked & Return

I have whole heartedly return to the office, fresh and eager. Something I have not had for a long time every time I return. I think and take it as a good sign.Though of course, I have hoards of e-mails and catching up to do despite being away for an officially 3 working days. It perplexed me how much work we have taken for granted each day. How much we give and take in this place I call my work place.

I just took a peek in Silverfish (as I normally do) and noticed Dr Emma Dawson has extended her due date for submission on the Malaysian anthropology. Now, that ignites my interest if I sit put, comfortably on my plastic high chair in the kitchen or cheap white leather dinner chairs to write about Johnny aka Jimmy. I am in thoughts if I should just give it a shot.

Anyway, my home's internet access has been blocked the whole of the weekend. Which, leaves me with nothing to post in my blog. Irritated yes. Piss, a little. Then I discovered from the technician whom I called to complain that after all, that we have got an outstanding bill for it. I rummaged through the bills and realized there is NOTHING due. I am irritated again. As I was showering to get to bed last night, I told myself if this is a mistake, I'm going to write a nasty letter with an over dose dramatic effect about the consequences of blocking my access, the amount of money I have loss, the dues I have not been able to meet because of this. I think I would get nasty this time because, I have written some 2000 words worth of post to be posted and I was hampered from doing so. And of course, that is if that is their mistake. Hehe.

So yes, I have a lot to tell. Once the home's access goes up, you'll have me undividedly. *grin*

A Short Break

I have decided to talk in innuendos today because I just want to pour my feelings yet restrain whom this might be for.

I'm very tired at this moment so I have decided to take a breather and write this piece. I think it is the body that says and acknowledge that this.is.it and thus, it is starting to take effect. And I don't even know if later today, I would be able to be as tip top as I normally am during tennis lessons. But then again, I also don't know if this lethargy is the consequences of non-running for 2 days (thanks to all these work). 

But nevertheless, I am very hopeful of the break.

Though it is tough to completely shut off for the break this time around, I am unfortunately taking with me some work back to look into. God knows if I would have the feel to reach out and run through them like I comb thru' my books. God only knows.

I realised my emotions are pretty much at a monotonous rate these days. Be it on anyone or anything. Tempers don't get flared much, irritation is at its least.

Even with the people I dearly love. Maybe it is beginning to dawn upon this soul that while love is as love gets, it is enough said from the mutual feeling one feels about it. There is no need to have burning sensation of fury intensity every now and then.

Maybe this is what maturity is all about and it's stealthily creeping in hoping it doesn’t get notice what so ever.

Well, well, well. So much for now. I done with the talking. Back to work babe…  

Updates

The dinner I detest today wasn't as bad as I thought it would be but of course, the element of pretense is there. So much for free food and some entertainment. Thank goodness, it's over. I can move on with my life.

Tomorrow is another day of LONG-ness. It starts at 9am sharp and shall end at about 6pm with the exception that I don't have any overdues to settle before I knock off for a week. I feel much like I'm taking a huge inhalation followed by a plunge into deep waters doing the free dive, just gliding with one huge breath. Only at 6pm, I would and could submerge, definitely, alive. It's a matter of half or three quarter alive.

But the best of it all, I am not feeling that sien-ness like I feel for the dinner. I am in fact ok with the fact that I'll be in the oven for that many long hours. I can still manage that.

To think about it, while my feat of managing and balancing everything is pretty challenging at the moment, nothing beats being in Collections. That place with THAT group of assholes then was the epitome of crap shit work place. My only consolation is, I wouldn't be here if I weren't there. And I wouldn't be that well managed (to some extend) and ready for the cooker if it weren't for there.

But as I have said, nothing beats the crap shit people there. I don't think I would ever work with such talented crap shits ever. How dreadfully lucky... :-p

Anyway, someone is in town! But it's just the feeling that the presence is felt being in town that makes it feel nice... that warm fuzzy feeling despite... uhm, whatever.

Nevertheless, everything will still go on.

Tomorrow, there will be someone who is going to take a look at BF No.1. I just hope things will work out. If it doesn't, oh wells. Such is life. But I am rather certain that the SOL is praying very hard to all her chinese deities that I will not end up owning a K-man. I am VERY sure. I even dare bet all my money on this. Bitch! Fucking fat, ugly, bitch (how I love swearing at her). We'll see. We'll see.

Anyway, I can't wait for the EOD tomorrow so that I can gallantly go off for tennis classes after work without a single hint of worry and enjoy myself. *Pray* Then morning run on Saturday and evening run on a Sunday. Ohhhhh, I am so looking forward...

Enough said, I'll better call it a day before I am lack of rest for tomorrow. Signing off with lotsa optimism...

Office Idiots

I've got snapped twice by my boss today all because some idiot told me to do this and that which is totally not required. This is the usual crap he (the idiot) is when it touches on this portfolio. He has this yearning desire to reach over the hill top and over kill an issue until it becomes over boiled, cooked and baked that it looses all taste and lustre.

I felt like just packing my bags and go home. Honestly. Because here I am trying my best not to irritate my boss with the unneccessary and here I am being put on the spot as if I am that of an imbecile who keeps dwelling on the same issue over and over again like a broken record which has lost its count of repeating the same mundane "Oh Carol" over and again every other minute.

I mean, if I have gazillion things to look into and I need to move, move and move at every 10 working hours just barely to be efficient, I don't see why my boss would not feel the irritation when someone fails in understanding simple instruction when he has probably 4x more than my work load between those 10 gruelling hours.

So...after the series of me having to rush thru some other reserves for him in a smack of time thru the phone while he was attending a meeting, I think I even out the earlier morning shit.

Lesson No.1 learnt: NEVER EVER listen to other people who doesn't know shit despite it being their portfolio but just THE BOSS.

Lesson No.2: Follow your instinct on EQ matters, don't listen to people as how to manage situations unless you are at loss.

Anyway I have got a dinner to attend tommorrow night. I am devastated because it's those event where people just do nothing but pretend. I dread. To me, it is just one of those things HR does to justify their existance and importance thus eventually bonus. So yes, this is an event for suckers like us so someone gets his/her score card well graded! Such is my luck, a victim of circumstance.

Alrighty, enough of binkering since I need to catch my 1 million wink for a long tomorrow. Sigh. Life's tough. This week itself, it's against me in exercising religiously everyday, sad and frustrated.

Good nite folks... Mr Sandman is here.

About Affairs

Hokay, here I am in the hair salon with my dearest hairdresser, Jefry and his battalion of staff, tending to my hair to get the hair color sorted. Of course, this would be taking me hours before I am out from the salon, looking fabulously (ehem ehem) polished.

So I owe my thanks to Jefrey because he made it a point that his salon is well equipped with a good wi-fi for people like me who is practically stuck in the rut in the name of vanity so we could have some fun surfing the internet while getting their mane fix.

Ah yes, about affairs.

As far as I could remember, this issue has been revolving around me in recent years. I realised relationship 'affairs' per se have not been the issue of rampant amongst the people I know until I hit the big 3-Oh.

I think it is when maturity and sexuality gets the better of us, that, some of us have decided to take some de-tour from our sane and extremely secure lifestyle to one with steamy attention, lustful vibes, extraneous fun flirting and sexciting sexual experiences off the beaten track.

And I wonder why would anyone want to venture into something that doesn't bring any result or happy ending by the end of it all.

That is my point.

I am not threading on 1 night stands or sexual moments with a gigolos, pros or escorts for the matter. I am talking about people who have decided to embark on not just a sexual journey but emotionally tangled sojourn with someone other than whom they already are with.

Because if one thinks about it in logical sense it doesn't make sense. I mean, how is it that one relationship is to be given up and pursued for the 'other' which was based on heated flirtation, sexual frenzy, undivided forbidden fruit of attention and /or lustful temptation.

In fantasy, it simply works and that explains "fantasy." But what about reality? What about the mundane going to work, make a living, waking up for another day, living through it day in and out with someone where sexual frenzy was the sole purpose of the affair's survival (for example).

How could such relationship survive?

Besides, when everything else settles down to 'reality' mode, all sexual frenzy, flirtation fondue and kittenish lust would hide in the closet all again, and everything else norm would start taking its place as norm it would be.

So how, how could such relationship be working?

It would eventually just die down or abandon simply because life has already its ways to live by. Like it or not. And life, doesn't has a 'right' place for affairs. As I see it, they are mere condiments for that moment when the food gets all stale or tasteless, and it would eventually, move on to the next dish.

It is however, when people gets greedy and they want more from affairs that it destroys the sanity of 2 supposedly sane people. It breaks heart, it breaks families, it breaks relationships, it breaks love, it breaks people.

And what use is life when the results effects people in such berserk condition?

Anyway, as I have said before, it is the matter of people's heart if they wish to embark on something of no conclusion or of happy ending. It is afterall the choice of people's life.

But there is no basis or what so ever for distress or ruckus piss when tongues wag. And so, it is.

And thus, people like Minah Tudung or even Sanjeev has totally no basis to be angry over anyone who speaks ill of them. Or even my dearest Jay and her old man. Or even Mr Christian and his China chick. Or even Jet Li with some-lady-I-forget-her-name. Or even Lim with Lilian. Etc. Etc. Etc.

There. I've spoken of my bereavement on affair. As much as life is to us all, as fragile as we are as humans, it is always the forbidden fruit that is far sweeter than that is not. Such is life.

But then again, life isn't all about relationships of this sort. There is far more to it that adds spices and excitement that doesn't get to such extend of mess and frustration. Not mentioning heartaches. There is indeed life beyond affairs I say... good luck to you all with one, I just hope there will be a happy ending to it all.

The Week of Crap & Updates...

It has been precisely a week long before I find the time to post something in my blog. I have written a little last few days in the office but I never got to finish what I wanted to say and finally, post it here. Unfortunately.

The week has been mused with work, good and bad work. In fact, more of bad work so much so that it left me with a bad taste yesterday just before I knock off to call it a week.

I had a tiff with the spinster who took over my previous portfolio (and yes, I am still not over it just yet and choose to bicker it here) when she adamantly wrote me an e-mail outright pointing her damn fingers at me for a piece of model she was not able to deliver accurately with the excuse that I 'advised' her with the wrong numbers / assumption per se.

Honest to God, I have not been that boiled up for quite awhile because the very last thing I would appreciate from a fucking bitch colleague is to point her fingers at me without going all out to check IF REALLY my advice was that wrong after all.

Of course, the bitch in me got the better of it and check from the horse's mouth himself and true enough, my advice was correct. It was either her workings or assumption that was not correct. Just to get back my satisfaction, I replied her e-mail that I wasn't wrong after all and that she ought to check what went wrong from her assumption, cc to her boss, the Pathetic J.

See what I mean? All is not required if and only, one takes some fucking effort to check with everyone else to get the true picture of things and don't fucking assume this corporate world has angels to be lapping on your butch looking feet that you'll be spoon fed.

Damn.

And to make matters worst, that Pathetic J called me in to clarify that "that wasn't what I meant" when I replied the mail to that bitch that I did not know my advice was wrong until yesterday when Pathetic J said it was wrong.

When I angrily gave my sense of worth, all that stupid Pathetic J did was mere nod of his head when I realised all he did was shut off not even listening to what I have got to say. He just wanted his stupid point to get across.

But what point? What does "that wasn't what I meant" mean when he said that the 2 years' back submission of the model was wrong. It was VERY CLEAR. So that was it that he did not mean?

Fuck shit people.

And so that was my bad taste.

Fiona also told me about that stupid Minah Tudung wanting to ask me something when we meet. Honest to God, that Minah Tudung is as stupid as it gets. Of course. How could she not when she thinks so highly of herself when she does not even know a single bit about me? So she thinks. What a fool.

And just because she viewed herself successful, she thinks she has the world under her brown feet. So she thinks. Fool.

And to begin with, she thinks this Ms Wii is going to attend those reunion just because Ms Wii has nothing better to do with life. Like her.

And she does think that Ms Wii would even be bothered to answer her, her whatever crap questions she has for me. To begin with, if she thinks she wants to do some justice to her extramarital affair, why don't she just send me a personal message through the phone since she has my numbers?

If her objective is to shun me about my lewd remarks on extra marital affairs, then she is all game for a losing battle. As I have said before, she's a fool. This issue is altogether a losing battle for her all the way across. And, of all the people in this world, please, don't pick a losing battle with Ms Wii. I'm so utterly heavy loaded with all ammunition I could have.

This harsh world has enough ludicrous and meanness imposed on me to always steer my ways. The corporate evilness has given me more than enough lessons to be wicked. It is whether I wish to be so. And as often as I say, my life is about choices. I choose not to.

But, if Minah Tudung thinks she wants to be funny, Ms Wii is all ready to whack the shits out of her. Even if it means, putting her to shame in front of whoever there is at that point of time.

But with all said, I am utterly amused AND fired up over people's shallow thoughts about me. As Pat and Fiona has reminded me, don't ever think she is that simple since it takes someone to be that successful selling mere insurance and investment stuff. Straight forward people don't just 'get there.'

They are right. And straight forward people also don't get to where I am (not to be boastful) today.

Enough said. I pity Sanjeev's naiveity, I pity Sanjeev's lust and I pity Sanjeev being the object of manipulation in the name of lust and love.

There, done. All irritation and pissed, out of its closet.

The coming week would be a long one before I can hang my heels, work shirts and pants up for a long week of break for the Chinese New Year.

Monday itself, I would be running thru' a series of long outstanding items and technical issues we currently have with Cards (which just as well tantamount to hanging ourselves if you ask me. But as usual, hanging one self does not mean problems will go away. It just means, unrested issues would linger on forever since death is permanent... oh, what ranting I got myself into now...). I however pray, Boss would be kind to us (which I doubt) so we can go thru the motion of regularizing our issues with focus and some peace in mind. Ehem-ehem.

Also, I may just join the girls in the office for their 'sau-kong fan'. And then the next day, I am obligated to attend a dinner with the wannabes for the bank. There we go, pretend-pretend-pretend. Such mock up. Such show. Such theatrical retreat.

Friday. My supposedly awesome day of the week. Would be now spending the whole day with IK over the Cards business. I may just excuse myself to some if there is a calling at any of my work end. But still, with one's name outright written boldly as the attendees, it is rude to be viewed absent.

Only then, by then, could I literally hang myself loose and call it a holiday... phew, what a journey.

By and large however, in between these lunacy, I have indeed managed to complete Delta of Venus with much words of review about it. My feelings are utterly mixed about Anais work. So I think I would lay my thoughts to rest first and eventually, when I am more settled with her, I would write a review. Haha... but I can't deny that she has indeed given me much notion for the continuation of Shanice. Somehow.

I'm off to The Historian now. Despite my plan to embark it during the CNY break, I for one, could not resist the urge to flip the pages since Irwan has suggested it as one of the best. As far as I got to page 30++ within this 1-2 days in between hair washes and waitings, I must say, it has elements of attraction like those unassuming stranger seating next to you in a cafe with brilliance shining from those 2 hazel brown eyes, a much to tell life.

With this, Catherine Millet who was supposedly to be the choice read had to now, take the side stage and wait. Also, erotica needs to take a break for now since I am just done with Delta of Venus. And therefore, I have 800++ pages to go before I am to gasp out in the serene waters to conclude with yet another review. We shall see... *wink*

Last but not least, we have gone to place an order for the Pam. Mine's a 48 or 282 or 199. We shall see who comes first. Italy or Sincere. Whoever first will get to do their business with me. I'm so looking forward to an additional member to the family *grin*

Alrighty, as therapeutic writing is to me, I still need to reluctantly end. I still want to write about 'affairs' of the heart because I am feeling such heavy words and sentences filling up my mind this very moment. Opinions and thoughts are gathering to form a topic of interesting ranting I should say, but till then, I have got card orders to attend to for now. Till then, then...