What Was That?

There is a huge problem with Big L. He is every bit of an inefficient manager. Good for me to many extend though. But I feel sorry for people who doesn't know how to manage him.

As I thread along, I am beginning to fit many pieces. I am beginning to understand the reason people loathe him to many extends. Why it is that they don't see his point and why it is that they find him a good-for-nothing.

Well, honest opinion from yours truly is, he isn't that bad as in bad. And he isn't as bad as the bad people I have worked with and for.

But I am not denying that his people manage skills sucks. With a team of 20, people are already crying murder, imagine a huge team like Collections or even Operations. He would be crucified alive! Mark my words on this.

Hahaha...

Anyway, I had my mid year review and he broke all taboo managers should not do during a review.

No focus. Was not paying attention. Body language shows he is not interested. Keeps looking into his PC while I talk and start tapping here and there. Just nod as I talk and he types. So much so that I had to repeat myself and ask him if he got me. And only when he talks, he just wants his piece to be heard. At the end of the review I did wonder if things said was heard and registered as it was supposed to.

So am I dissapointed I have such a person as a supervisor?

Hell no.

Because he makes me feel on the day I complete my term with Cards, I will without doubt make a great Boss to a lot of people (as compared to him) and a good worker to whoever who is interested to have me in their team.

There I have said my peace. Amen.

Poof. Move it, move it. Fred not over this crap.... enough of ego brushing... hehe...

Moving On As Usual...

If there is a cartoon look I can muster now, it would be the frowning of Emily the Strange with the aloof piss irritated look.

Apparently, the girls are still interested to continue with tennis classes despite me lamenting about zero progression AND me being bored. Apparently, they did not get the hint I’m not interested anymore. Apparently, they still want to attend because at least it is some form of exercise for them (with a mere 30-40 minutes of alternate whacking AND ball picking, they are already tired. Exercise… heheheh). Apparently, at least they are going there for fun (they honestly should re-evaluate their lives and not resort to tennis classes as THEIR form of fun).

I digress.

Then the other girl apologize that it might be her that the coach isn’t teaching us more because she isn’t progressing.

What is the use of apologizing?

This is what you call different perspective of life.

For the life of me, I refuse to accept or dwell on matter that doesn’t bring me any good. I mean, the clock ticks every day, as much as we must, we need to do things that brings us some form of benefit. If it does not, why bother.

Oh maybe in their eyes, learning or by mere attending the tennis lessons, it’s a form of exercise for them, at least. Whereas for me, I don’t see the point because my exercise is beyond that of tennis classes.

There, different set of objective. I want out because I no longer see the value. They still want in because they still hold value. I guess it would come a time, later I’ll just drop the bomb I’m no longer with them on this.

As what a friend told me, if they are really my friends, they won’t take it to heart.

I need to move on. As always.

Postpone

I thought of writing about the Cayman, I was half way done and I loss my steam over it. When I read what I have written half way across, I was dissapointed. It sounded utterly boring. So it's still in my draft... haha...

Somehow when I try too hard, things just don't come out.. *bleak*

Shall write more when I feel talkative... *grin*

Latest Work News & Friends

I need to empty my mind now. It is filling in fast with lots of things though the good part about it is, I still am in 1 piece and am typically on weekend mode of peace.

Just this morning when I had my brunch with my in-laws, Eugene told his parents that a good friend of ours is expecting their first baby though they were not the ones who shared the good news. It was the mother-to-be's sister who can't contain the happiness and had to share with me.

Of course I was happy. Elated.

But Eugene's mum told us she knew about it because the father-to-be shared with Eugene's brother and asked to keep it as a secret because it was just too early to break the news to 'anyone.' Some bloody taboo it seemed. Chinese and their whole freaking lot of taboos.

For a moment, I felt sad. Over the matter that Eugene and I have been close with them for the longest time, but it is news like this that he rather share with Eugene's brother than us. Like WTH.

Indeed, like it or not, I am saying it out loud, it really seemed that we ARE 'anyone'.

Well, while it is sad to realised this piece, I have however, taken a stance that I will not take much heed as life has more to this than someone who don't really take us as good friends. Just move on. This is one of those moment of affirmation.

Anyways...

Rumors has it extremely strong that I am to be leaving my Bank and may / will be following my ex-boss to this new Bank. What a joke. Of course, it is the very reason it is called a rumor. Such amusement .

It went to such extend that my big Boss came talking to me about my issues personally despite his busy schedule. And I made it a point of course to address, the issues I current have, whole heartly honest and frank.

I am not afraid to admit that the very reason I said I am unhappy is because I feel I am stuck in the rut over my salary (since I have hit the maximum range within my level) and the notion that the unit I head looks as if I will be heading towards reporting to that Smuffet with Purple Shoe whom I despise.

Of course, I had it said very diplomatically over and he has noted it in perfect understanding.

So now, the million dollar question is, would I still leave?

Answer: Depends. Depends to what extend are they looking into my issues. THat's all but my options are pretty much still open. There is no such thing as loyalty. I mean for 12 years I have been here, for the same 12 years I didn't harbor much loyalty per se but just focusing on my job and delivering what I am expected.

Afterall as I always remind people and myself, nothing personal, this is a job and it's really a business transaction, I work for a salary, the company pays me a salary for the work I do. I just ensure I made an honest living or give more than I should.

Anyway, on the other side of things, I have not given a complete overview of my car since the day it came to me as MY car. My mafia.

I have been meaning to but I have never really gotten the time to write it with my heart. Yeah, writing is always from the heart, not head (head is just for grammar and spelling).

The Cayman S.

Well... should I just write it in a fresh new post so it won't be over convoluted? Yes. I should.

The next one baby... *wink*

A Day of Nothing

I am just done with my mum's presentation on Epidural. Yucks. For the gross pictures I had to paste on her deck. For the detailed picture of a dissected spine in life, the procedure of administering the epidural and yada yada yada.

I loss my appetite. I loss my sense about giving birth is a beautiful thing. And I am reminded why at 35 I am still carefree and happy.

Why even I have chosen the path I have chosen today ie. not having a kid.

I mean, Google anywhere, I am sure when one gets into medical details of these stuff from epidural, to child birth, from normal to Cesarean, it does makes all lovely things attached to it looks grey, bleak and horrorific.

Really.

Thank God I'm done with my mum's stuff and I refuse to linger on (as I normally would) to read on things. I just did what I am asked to type and I quickly saved up for her.

Yucks. He he...

Honestly, all mother deserve more than a pat on the shoulder and all the love in this world I tell you. For all the stuff they go through just to give birth to idiots like us.

Anyway, I'll be going back to the city about 11pm later and boy, how I drag my feet. It's Wednesday tomorrow and I will have to start working as I usually do - like there is never tomorrow.

But of course, behind my head, I'm planning for another short trip. I just need the breaks these days while watching the on going drama in the office. Kind of a back seat movie ticket I got from the door man for free.

So far, no death-fying calls from anyone in the office so I believe and trust everything is quiet at the front. Phew.

Yesterday, my mum, Eugene and I made a trip to the ikan bakar joint which we used to frequent long ago. But unfortunately, we were slapped RM74.30 for 5 cincaru (fish that most people don't want to want), 3 big squids (not Paul), stirred fried vegs, few packs of Nasi Lemak, handful otak-otak and 2 huge jug of pure sugar cane. It is utterly pricey for Malacca standards.

So much so that my mum and I despite bring full up to the brim, forced ourselves to finish that sugar cane drink regardless. It was RM10 a jug! Beat that.

And yes, it would be the last time I'm ever going to Pernu for this ikan bakar ordeal.

My mum exclaimed that they were double standard with the charging between Malays and Chinese (because she saw the previous person who was a Malay paid only RM50++ for a much longer list of things they ate).

But I refuse to agree and only wanted to settle with the fact that the place is just PLAIN pricey. And I wanted to end the evening pleasant by consoling everyone that treat it as a donation to people. For whatever the reason.

And mind you, their standard have deteriorated from the last we were there. The kuah itself (which is the MOST important thing) tasted utterly bland. Given my useless culinary skills, I would even make matter kuah than this. Honestly.

Anyway, so much for this drama. I am about to log off now. I need to freshen up and go lay on the bed / sofa / carpet or whatever permits. Preparing my mum's deck was enough of a trauma for me... hehehe. I need rest.

Take care everyone. Be good...

The Prob with Us Asians

Finally I have peace and quiet in Cherating. Finally, the crowd of noisy Malaysians are gone, by now, they should be driving home to where ever they belong. And finally also, I have been reminded that making a trip to any accessible resort during days where families are able to do so is committing harakiri. Days like Friday or Saturday.

I don’t know about people but I sure don’t enjoy having the Tudung Makciks around with their kids in tee and short looming in the pool around me. I also sure don’t enjoy the Chinese aunties in their frilly black for navy blue 1 piece skirt swimwear yelling at their kids acts as if they have not seen a swimming pool in their entire lives.

And of course, there are the Chinese uncles in backdated large or floral swimming trunks or the Pakciks in bermuda shorts newly bought from Parkson because they were making a trip to the beach.

Not forgetting the lot of Chinese speaking youngster in funny pairs of shorts and tee, acting as if, the beach is their second nature while their skin is as pearlly white as the talcum powder.

Not forgetting of course (how could I) the girls who shy under coconut trees, palm trees, angsana trees, rhu trees and whatever else trees the beach presents with their designer tees and shopping looking shorts, some even in heels and make-ups. And wait, I forgot about the Cik Tudungs incomplete full tudung, baju kurung, or long sleeves blouses and very long pants as if they are still in the fully air-conditioned Malls or Gedung Pakaian in a sunny afternoon.

They just made the entire scene of chill beaching loathsome and excruciating.

Of course, people of the lot who reads this will be fuming mad. They will be thrusting a dagger if they could at my throat and demand some respect.

But honestly, it is not that I don’t, they need to command it. I mean, you don’t see me haggle on with the family of Mat Sallehs or those old white bastards. The only problem is, we Asians have a LONG way to go when it comes to being cool or chill. Way, way long way.

We are way uptight, boring and unpassionate. We are afraid of everything. Being looked at, being judged, being one self, being open and most importantly, being at the moment. We do things because we always think it is ‘right’, it is the ‘obligation’, it is the ‘duty’ and it is, should be fun because other people is doing it. And because other people thinks so.

The problem is, we often are doing it wrong. The wrong way, the wrong style. The wrong concept.

Just like everything else. With education, upbringing, mindset and even living life. Simply I dare say is because we fail to dwell deeper into ourselves to ask what really we mean, what really we want, what really we are passionate about, what really we look for in life.

I don’t know if really it is the system or culture or that we are developing lot but the fact that we lack of these pieces, we tend to it wrongly.

Of course, if you were to ask me if I am ashame to be with the lot, I have to despicably admit I am. Though as much Asian I am like the rest of the loot.

Of course also, I have other things I am proud being an Asian (from culture to family kinships to discipline and survival skills). I have also the niche whom I’m proud with and for. I have also those I strive to be as good. But besides that, I personally feel Asians have a long way to go, particularly mindset.

Well. So much said about this. Just that everytime I’m confronted with the archetypal of Malaysian, I often sighed with, “Alahhhhh.” And that’s bad. That is in fact unwarranted sigh,despicable it may sound, coming from me.

Complains, Complains & Complains

I have spoken about my disgruntled concerns about work. And I don’t know if ever, I have anything more to complain. Or lament (do they actually mean the same? Ha ha).

In the midst of my silence from cyber world, many issues and thoughts provoked me. It is just that I did not have the luxury of time to pen them.

I have even made to confront with despicable people. While I was gallantly collecting money for my Boss’ farewell who is leaving us for another job in Australia and while I was suggesting for a minimum of RM100 from people who earns easily more than RM10,000 a month (because no one was interested to tell me what constitute a reasonable amount) and wasted my time in collecting from these people, one bloody joker told me that RM100 is a lot of money when I came by (I think he thought I will run away with that darn RM100 once I have it in hand).

And the mother of all irony is, he actually told me he will be attending the farewell party but will not fork the RM40 because he is not eating.

What a character.

Then of course, I have also the people who tells me he doesn't see why the turn out is bad given that it is my Boss’ farewell. He asked why is it that only ¾ of the people are going. He insisted that I lobby for the event.

Like what the fuck. Firstly most people have prior arranged engagement and that with the fact that the announcement of the dinner was made 3 days prior would make a difference. In fact, one can’t possibly ‘force’ people to attend things they don’t want to attend. For whatever their reason could be.

I don’t understand such people. While the intent is good, the execution of everything that pertains it sucks. In fact, this individual has always this thing about him I totally hate. I so dislike him. He has this lack of respect for other people. Because it is all about his interest and intent. Nothing else.

I think if on one of those days he ever caught me on the wrong day, I am sure, he would have the chance to enjoy my piece of thought about this. Entirely. Ha ha.

Then now anyways, we have got Loser J resigning. And follow through that, we have the entire drama of it. Counter offers with all the short falls and the entire crappy series of what the Bank always do ONLY when people resigns. I am sure, they will do the same when I throw in my bit. Wait and see.

As I have said about the disagreement about the system. It sucks badly. And people who are there within their control of things are all comfortable with their big fat salaries and the fact that they meet their waste-of-people’s time KPIs, no one is bothered to look into the interest of the employees by end of the day. All these people dare care is their own backs. Own fat back is more like it.

So when assets are about to leave, they start all kinds of crap to keep people. I mean, what sort of initiative is that? It is just as good as saying they will do whatever it takes when a person say they are going to die and for those who are living, to hell with you.

I’m putting it very bluntly and I am sure, a lot of people who are in the corporate will agree with me to many extends.

Not that I totally want to blow my trumpet but I believe and choose to believe I don’t need this crap and I deserve better than this. And again, I believe, I don’t thrive like most of these people who does things without thinking about others and repercussions. Obviously, like I have said in my earlier post, when the time comes, there will be no looking back. I will definitely shove the promotion and increment up their lovely budded ass. *smile*

On the hind side of things, I am getting impatient about my hamstring. The null pain I am enduring day by day is still lingering. I have seen the doctor and it has been diagnose that I have got an inflamed hamstring where the tendon is attached to the pelvic bone. After a series of anti-inflammatory medication, things have yet to subside. The same degree of null pain is still present. I don’t know whatever else to do with it.

I have even cease my running distance, cut yoga and even tennis these 2 weeks with obvious fats building up for the lack the “busters.”

I’m pretty aghast. There. I’ve said it.

For now, I don’t have a solution to this. Just mere patience and fingers and toes crossing.

Anyway, just yesterday when I was traveling to Cherating, we have got a GTI Golf trying to pull some stunts with the Cayman. I mean, honestly, I don’t know what he was thinking but sure hell, he did smell lots of smoke and eaten lots of dust. I am not even trying to figure what people like this is thinking. The standards of thoughts must be quite exact the same as that prick who refused to chip the RM100. I can’t phantom his thoughts.

At the same time, I have caught up with some people whom I have not been in touch for quite awhile. The thing about people like this is, they have everything to talk about their own lives despite in my own selfish context, it is extremely boring. Like can't these people tell me something more interesting? They are not even interested to hear about my life, just want theirs aired over and over. And over.

And with that, I now know exactly why such people have ceased being my friend. Maybe it makes them feel good that they have got a life as compared to me *snigger* but honestly, if there is nothing concerning funny, fun, heartwarming, passionate or adrenalin rush, please, do bear in mind, I am not interested. More so if there is a point to prove.

I am not of such if you are genuinely my friend.

Well enough said and done. I’m pretty much done with insults and criticism which I have stowed away since my silence. Great. What a great feeling now that I have let out my thoughts. He he. Awesome. Just awesome.

Now, back to life….

Turning Point

It has been weeks that I have updated and I bet people will be thinking what the heck is happening over there.

Well... many. Of course, to over shadow everything, work again has taken the centre stage. And as usual, I have said it over and again that work has a lot say in my life and the very fact that it does, I am in perpetual denial.

For the past 6 months in this job, I have had countless number of time being told off for the mistakes of my team. Over and again, matter over matter. While I am not denying that the team is as young as those green bamboo shoots, the Bank has its limited tolerance over inexperience, mistakes and mediocracy.

And I'm tired. I'm tired that I have to face the music from my Boss everytime it happens. In fact, I'm sick with the notion that my Boss has this thought that I'm not good enough for the job and therefore, I will be stuck in this rut as long as there is no improvement to the deliverables.

I despise this. I despise the entire notion of this. And as of 7 July, I vow to have a grip of everything that I could and everyone that works with me will have to go through the motion of being meticulous and demanding. Regardless.

Just when this happens, my entire spectrum of view changed. I start picking all kinds of inadequacy and inefficiency. I start pushing. I start pressuring. I start demanding. I even start to get back the mojo I lost ever since I came to Risk.

I supposedly feel enough is enough. It is time.

For many things.

It is a turning point for me to continue my journey and to seek opportunity where doors are open for me. But only that and if it is a job that I am looking for, with the right pay and right work environment. I have come to a point in my life where I do not want to do anything that waste my time. Including getting into another job just to run away from matters, people or events. I realised quitting for such reason will not bring me anywhere and most often than not, will bring one into circles of confusion and dissatisfaciton.

And so, I have decided it is the time I start looking out and get the right one now.

This turning point has nothing to do with money but a utter push factor over how the system works in my Bank. I view the system to be short changing me in many ways but I will not sweat overly over this. I just need to continue my journey and move on to real greener pastures, the way I want it to be.

And I strive to believe, in this world where it is round, there will always be fairness to those falling short. Somehow. And with that, I strongly believe my time will come. So long I am true to myself and the work I do.

At the same time, I have come to a point where I don't need people to tell me anymore, what I can do, can't do, should do or should not do. I know myself better than anyone else who thinks they do. In short, I don't appreciate unwelcome advice. If I need one, I'll call out, as usual.

It is just that, I realised, people who advice me about my career growth are often laying it in accordance to their career plan just so, I am, to some extend is of a help to their career. It is all about them.

And so, I have enough of this. I just want to tell people to shut the hell up about telling me how I should develop myself or tell me things I already know. For once, shut up and let me for once steer my path.

I mean, at 35, who am I kidding? And better still, who are they kidding?

Well so much for this piece today. My very clear thoughts about my current career as so clear that anyone could se the sea bed 12 feet under.

After all said, I am surprise that I hold no anger or grudge over anyone for the unfairness. I just an utterly dissapointed as I have stated earlier that the system is a total piece of crap which honestly, should be replaced with a more fair and efficient one.

Of course that will not happen because as it is now, people who drives the system needs to defend and justify for their existance. This very well covers the fact that no matter how wrong or screw up the system is, they would jolly well ensure it looks perfectly awesome and better still, a work of their miracle to everyone who is as equally stupid or gullible.

I guess I have said it all, they way I want to say. Of course I have more to add if time permits. It is of course that at 12.40am, I need to take my brains off the thinking cap and give it a rest for tomorrow.

It would be a long day. Including a farewell dinner which will be hosted by yours truly.

So there, despite the protest and crying out murder, I am still working my ass off, as if, to much extend, I own the bloody Bank. I sure deserve better than this I tell you...

Be Nice

It has come to more than a week long that I have posted something. And as most people who have had a feel of my blog would know, it's all because I'm utterly busy with work. And life, to some extend.

In between my last post and now, lots have happened. To people around me and myself [of course]. And my feelings has been gliding over sadness, frustration, disgruntled, unhappy, worried, happy and relieve. Pretty much like a melting-pot of emotions here.

Of course, being me, there is a lot to bitch about.

For a start, I have come to realised that colleagues from work could never ever be friends. Because somehow or rather, there is this thing about either competition, way of tangent way of looking at things or bewildered common sense of the people [obviously again, I am not the problem, people are. Haha][Common, this is my blog and therefore I have every right to say how ever I please about myself, so there...].

I mean, just the other day, while we were chatting about stuff, somehow the conversation went to my new K-man and all. And boy, I sense the envious-ness of some people. I could just feel the every inch of means of this lady to catch up with me or at least be on par of my lifestyle. And then, we have the other one who however, do not want to miss the point and was yakking about her experiences of riding / driving with a speed machine while she was still very single and 'happening.'

I mean, people, you don't need to feel insecure about my lifestyle to be my friend. More so, you don't have to feel you need to measure up to be my friend. Even if I have not told them about it, everything would have been at the status quo feelings and thoughts.

That is one very reason why I never have 'friends' per se in the office. It's just way too tiring having to manage 'situations.' Unwarranted situations.

Of course, I am not denying there are the far and few people who are very happy for me but they are just the extreme minority.

Anyway, as I always lament, there are many funny people around.

Obviously also, there has been a new person in my department as of 1 July. Someone I presume where her presence is not much welcome. Personally, I do not have liking for her and personally again, I foresee, any form of relationship between her and me would never developed. It has come to a point where my experiences with her and shut my wall totally up and I just refuse to be bothered even a single tinge of even colleague-ship with this specimen.

She, has been named Fugly Smuffet with the Purple Shoe by yours truly for the fact that she is small, wicked and ugly. Apparently, she is one of those people who have ended up marrying an Indian dude probably because Chinese dude can't manage her attitude. Again, it's my own bitching presumption. *Grin* Nothing about being a racist here but I only think Indian guys probably would be able to manage such a character. Of course, I am not going to waste anymore bytes on writing about her, but I need to put a mention how disgruntled I am with her coming. Certainly unwelcome and I am aware that I am not just the only one who feels as such [I am afterall normal].

However, I have decided that I will not care anymore about the happenings of the department and I will just go with the flow of things. Of course, I will do what I am paid to do, with as best as I could and feel like. When it is time that I have acquired my needs, I would, for sure, move on. Not to greener pastures but towards the path that I have routed for myself. That is all. I need not care what happens to who and why. And with that thought and mantra, it's easier to live life at work.

My big boss is leaving us anyway. It have some feeling of sadness over it but I guess, every thing in life has to come to an end. I supposed, I have come to a point in life where I could accept changes despite however well or bad it turns out to be. Somehow, it has been ingrained. Somehow, this big world of cruel opportunity has it such.

Then of course, this afternoon, I had to heave my fat ass to have lunch with the dreaded extended family that belongs to SOL [sister-out-law]. She is finally going off to Singapore to join my BIL. Feeling? Indifferent. I mean, I have also come to a point where my indifferencity [if there is such a word] level is at 99% being 100% is totally indifference to even how a person looks. Honest to God. If you were to asked me what she was wearing today, all I could recall was, she was wearing shorts. That was all. So I gave the 1% away for noticing the shorts. *smirk*

But I'm much relieve that I have lesser to see of her and definitely lesser to hear of her. Yahoo! Hellelujah!

Anyway, as I have said before I will be asking J for the money she owes me back and yes, I did it on the 2nd July. I wrote her a nice short e-mail which comprises of 2 sentences, merely asking her for my money. She called me within 5 minutes, sounded unhappy but explain her tone was because she just heard from stuff being said about her from some supposedly good friends of hers who works in the same branch as her. Oh well, whatever. I was actually rolling my eyes.

On good days, she has this great tenacity to treat them with such BFF status that even yours truly who has been shouldering her woes has been stashed aside like a forgotten loot. And now that she is telling me she is upset with these people and asked if I have heard anything said about her from these people, I shudder.

Like why the hell? My grounds are always neutral as white can be. I rolled my eyes again. She of course went on her sarcasm mode to say, she will pay in full by Monday plus interest and apologise for taking the time to re-pay. I told her nicely, she need not do that because my pure intention to lend was to help out and even if she transferred the money WITH interest, I will return her the interest portion because I have been very clear of my intentions. And yes, no matter how shitty she has been treating me, I do not need her interest repayment.

But, anyway, I have, deleted her from my FB list. Kekekek... I have enough of dramatic people in my life.

Speaking of which, my mum called me yesterday to complain about my aunt who is her neighbor, who is her sister. To cut the extremely long story short, this aunt of mine is sharing the cost of the maid that was employed to company my granny who is alone at home. All because she wants the maid to help her out in her house. That is definitely an ideal cause since the maid has nothing to do at home with my granny. Chores are very minimal.

But everything came to a mess when this aunt of mine started insisting that the maid is to handwash every of her family's clothes including her children's uniforms and her undies. Plus, she loads her with so much work to do that the maid has no time for food.

My mum has told her off once which resulted in a heated argument. Of course, that woman stopped insisting of the hand washing chore because we threaten not to allow the maid to help and she is to get her own maid. 1.5 months of best behavior and now she has started to instruct the maid to wash the clothes with her bare hands again!

I'm aghast and pissed. I mean, I never would have thought people in my OWN family would harness such cruelity to other human kind just because she forked some stupid RM280 a MONTH for the maid. I mean, if she had to do it with her own bare hands, she would rather dump the entire load in the washing machine.

See what I mean? See what I mean about people having the heart to treat the weaker / nicer human being in such manner?

I honestly don't know which screw of hers have been dislocated but sure hell, could not be the upbringing of my grandparents... I mean, you don't see that my other aunties and uncles are that screwed up.

God. It's sad.

Oh well, so much of bitching. It's time to bring this body of inhabiting fats for some fat burning session. I'll bitching some more when I have the time. Till then, be nice... *wink*