Blur!!!

I see nothing, I found nothing, I know nothing...
That's practically what I feel last night.. when was i given this whole big stack with pages & pages & pages long extraction figure about some penders.

I look through the whole comment and questions popped up in my mind...

1. what happen?
2. what did they want?
3. what did they call?
4. what was done?
5. has the requirements in yet?
6. how much did the person paid?
7. is it enough?
8. what am i doing?

Yes, see.. so many questions in my mind. And all that sums up - i don't know a thing that i was called to do. Zilch. Nil.

I still has like.. er.. more than 10 pages more... did i do it correctly last night? .... i don't know...

Moving Day: Version 2.0 - The Poem

Things are not much
Yet some already collecting dust
Even before packing starts
I guess, haste is a must

Boxes are not enough
More plastic bags but still not much
Wish I can sit & have a laugh
But day is ending & approaching dusk

Packing is tiring
Clearing is exhausting
But condition is demanding
So, clearing & continue clearing

Now it's time for lift hogging
Open the door & pull in the things
Help! The lift door is closing!
Stack the books to prevent it from closing

I seriously is really lazy to pack
Though the exercise might make me less fat
Perhaps also stop me from writing crap
Whatever it is, think it's time to take a good nap... :þ

Moving Day

Hmm... this is kind of like part 2, cos i moved once earlier of the year. Gosh, it's tiring. I don't want to move again, but i guess it never work. I'm being crazy, even moved my mattress over to the next place and leave the TV... apparently to kill boredom the last few nights. So now i'm like sleeping on the floor. The funny thing is that the parquet floor seems cold at night. Darn. Wrong decision. Hahaha...

The new place is great, i have a room to myself, i think i accomplish more when i'm alone. Dont exactly know why. Though it seems a little big for only 3 of us. Still looking for another housemate, hopefully, to cut down the burn in the pocket. But then again, i would not have a room by my own then. Whatever.

Now what? Still left a few things to clear, will finish moving by this weekend. Then... i certainly hope i dont have to endure another moving day this year. My poor back, aching arms, painful shoulders cant take so much in such short duration.

Till then, guess i better study the road directory. I still not quite sure as to how to go to work. *wink*

The previous post on house moving.

Interpretation

Days before I had blog this small poem....

Things that are may not be,
Cause things that are cannot be seen,
Only those that are will know,
Because it is in the head, though it may be slow.

It is interesting on how one could interpretate a poem. How one four-liner can bring so much meaning. :p

The story behind this small poem was this. That day, some crapper commented that the department where I work in is SERIOUS and the people are actually BORING and QUIET. Unlikely if you know the people there well. Not a quiet community at all! It was actually really funny how one can come up with such preposterous perception in one visit. Ignorant? Perhaps. So that four-liner was what I shot at the crapper.

And the interpretation was this...

'The place where you had visit was not what you had initially thought. The people here are noisy, but not in the way one would define being noisy. Thus only those that are living among the community, the department colleagues, will know that we are not at all quiet, boring and serious. And it will take a while for those that are not from the department to know that.'

I think the crapper is still pondering over the poem...if that person has any sense of wanting to know of its meaning. :D

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Things that are may not be,
Cause things that are cannot be seen,
Only those that are will know,
Because it is in the head, though it may be slow.

Competing for the heck of it

I promised that I'll blog,
My mind had clog,
Though nite said I'm not,
I had survived this day, who would have thought.

Piggy busy writing the last entry,
In time we will at last see that boy so pretty,
Only can see, so pity,
Imaginations run so crazy.

What in the world had I wrote,
Craps, Gibberish, Nonsense and book,
Something which I don't usually write,
Perhaps I should stop, am I right?

This day has come to an end,
No more trying to pretend,
Thank goodness it is here, "Hello, weekend",
I'm getting out of here, Amen!

Influenced

Have you ever felt like doing something because someone influenced you to do it?
I'm pretty much influenced now by piggy here. She was like blogging away...leaving me wanting to blog also. oink oink!

Here we are in front of this squarish box that had been staring at us all morning, and I guess till the rest of the day. Like nite, I'm also trapped in this square room. Luckily there is air-conditioned though. And I'm not alone, even though we were seperated by these gigantic monitors. Serious, the room is so cramped that you need to be of a certain size just to get through the door and across the room. Thank God I'm able to access the net in this room, which is really rather perculiar, because the PCs out from this room seemed to be restricted to the intranet rather than the internet. Hey...I guess in a way I'm better than nite! The only difference was that nite is able to entertain herself by sizing the room, whistling, singing, what else did she do...while i have to sit here, eyes looking around, senses sharpen, just in case the trainer don't see what I'm doing behind her back. And I'm stuck here for 7 hours rather than nite's 35 minutes. Someone come and rescue me!

I guess I would be able to pay attention more if the trainer would look more manly, taller, more good looking, wearing more dashingly..errmmm....I think I'll pay attention to the trainer than the training wouldn't I? :p

Trapped!!

I have this group of friends whereby we always mass-mailing to everybody and updates about life or discussed everything under the sun. Yesterday I received this email titled "Let’s talk about bad luck", my friend has a stretch of bad luck, and you know what? I’m having it too. Had been called by three different senior with higher authority yesterday and one practically freaked out, yes, which is the most exact word and shouted for me from across the room. Anyway, it is not important now; I can live with it, though I don’t deny I’m thrill over it.

Well, I suppose bad luck does not stop there. I was trapped inside a squarish, 6 panels, 6 ?pendarflour (how do you spell that?), 8 steps long, 5 steps wide, 11th floors buttons with a red colour life saver button and some scribbles on the wall. The number 5 was hanging there, stationary. Got it? If not, give you another tip – it has proven that I am not claustrophobia. Yeah, yeah, I was trap inside a lift.

To elaborate the scenario, I was being good, bringing the garbage down to throw. Thinking that it would be like probably 5 minutes thingy, I didn't even comb my already messy hair and went down. I was grateful that I got trapped after throwing the rubbish, otherwise I would have to stand foul smelling plastic bag the whole 35 minutes. Also I was privileged to be able to hog the lift all for myself. I was totally innocent, it was purely technical fault. I did not do anything illegal, was operating the lift correctly, not jumping up & down and I am very, very sure that I was not overloading it as it allows up to 1050 kg. I was only about 4+% of it.

The first few minutes, I tried to force open the door. Obviously, unsuccessful, followed by pressing the essential red color button till a good Samaritan knocked on the door, telling me to wait. The waiting period was spent walking around in squares, clockwise and anti-clockwise, whistling, pondering over my pathetic life (summary version, in flash)…

Then I heard a clang on the door, it was forced open and I was this lift technician, who then freed me. Outside, standing there waiting was a young security guard (the only security guard who smiles, I assume because he is young), the good Samaritan, and the owner of a convenient shop. Thanked them all, and the ironic thing is…I have to take the same lift again back to 9th floor where I stayed…

Child's Play

Went to my sister's house over the weekend, and there were this sort of gathering for my 4 yr old niece. My the other sister & me bought this er.. building block from National Science Center for her. [note: National Science Center sure sells lots of those mind triggering toys, I even bought a few bought a few for myself :)]

Anyway, it was fun seeing this niece of mine playing with it and while playing, my sister were talking to her.

Sister: So, are you an engineer?
Niece: Yes, I am an engineer.
Sister: Future engineer?
Niece: Future engineer

While she was half way building....

Sister: Is this your house?
Niece: No, this is your house. This small one is your house. My house big big one.
Sister: Your house got garden? You like garden?
Niece: Yes, I like garden.

However, we were interupted by a knock on the door, another kid asking her to join them downstairs. Later, she refused to be "interview" further... reason being, my sister brought a videocam with her...haha.. smart kid, knows how to avoid "reporters" :þ

Anyway, here are 2 pictures of her first "house"

Licence to Kill

Who would have thought that getting a dog licence could be so tiring. For a mere dog licence! Geesh...

I had my puppy for almost a year now. And people started to tell me that dogs also needed licence. And I thought "Whatever for?" And when my neighbour told my mother if we are not to get Belle a dog licence, she will be put to death if the authorities caught her. My beloved Belle, put to sleep? How could a mean man able to put such a cute doggy to sleep...heartless!

Anyway, better be safe than sorry. I asked around where do I register her. MPPJ they said. And I thought it would be simple. How hard can it be to get a dog licence. Obviously there aren't many people with dogs at any one time. Or so I thought.

Finding a parking place is like finding a needle in a haystack. I would think I will have better luck in finding that needle rather than a parking space. And when I went to the Menara MPPJ, looking for the directory at the reception area, I only found to guards sitting there. Funniest thing was when I asked them which floor do people get their dog licence, they were clueless...'Hello? How long have you been working here?' Anyway, they direct me to the 3rd floor to ask.

When I do, this sulky looking lady was looking at me. The thought of smiling at her just swept past me when I saw her face. How can such a pretty face to scarred by a sulk? Amazing what the upside down curl of your mouth can do to your face. Anyway, went to ask her which floor do I go to. And she went to say 'next to the Civic Hall' That was like 20 minutes away, opposite the road that is congested with angry drivers, crazy cars?

Breathing slowly, counting to 10, I went back to the car and drove there...well, it was my brother who was driving. He had been in the car for more than an hour now. Could see Mr Hyde crepting into him. I guess it happens to most people when you are in the car, nowhere moving and nature desperately screamed!

Finally found the Civic Hall, the MPPJ office. Again have to find parking place. Why does all the people does their things today, this hour?! Crazy. After a couple of round, I guess my brother had finally gone beserk! "I'm going home. This place is crazy!"

I guess, we will have to do this another day, when people aren't so crazy, and when nature call be relieved. :p Meantime, gotta pray that Belle will not be too outstanding for the authority to catch..

Her father

A friend wrote this. I wonder how many guys would first go the father to tell them that they like their daugther?

So we met one day, unfamiliar, unintroduced,
For a while walked past the other,
The other’s name, we barely knew.
So long I looked but then, did not see,
Until that something happened, it happened to me

Tall, fair skinned, perfect posture
Subtly waved tresses, color not lackluster
Quiet, not really; perfect? No way!
But always wore a smile, which took my breath away

Then got to know each other,
Over time, became friends,
Laughed together, joked about,
Shared a chat over her fence.

Most times, at least, I felt I knew her
Yet at times, I wasn’t too sure
For one time she’d be interested, so it seemed
Other days with severe disinterest, she teemed.

And so resolved to clear my confusion,
To answer my interesting frustration
I sought the one to her most familiar,
I went to one with undeniable wisdom, stature
Who knew better? Who else?
Bravely, boldly, I talked to… her father

"So... you see, uncle, I think you know,
Although I’ve tried, only so hard, to keep it low
I hope so badly that I don’t provoke your anger,
But uncle… I really like your daughter"

"I know it’s strange that I came first to you,
It was the right thing, plus I didn’t know what to do
It’s alright not to answer, I know,
It’s already awkward as it is
But could you find it in your heart, to tell me an answer…
Please?"

"So as I was saying… back to the story,
I think I love your daughter, she’s so very lovely
Since you’re both so close, would you happen to know?
Does she love me too? Did she tell you so?"

I prayed and I hoped, waited for his answer,
A day, then two, became a week, and after,
As relieved as I was, to get it off my chest,
Disturbed as I thought "He must be laughing so hard, at my naïve request"

The answer came, no less than a month late
‘Twas like the Holy Grail,
Descending from the pearly gates,
But disappointed I was when he broke it to me
"I know the answer, but I can’t tell you yet, you see"

Head down low, sighed first, and said,
"Why not? Why prolong the wait?"
"You know me; I’m not the kind,
Who’d leave your daughter in a ditch, nor a grind"

"Hear me out at least, hear my debate,
I just want to know - ill or otherwise - my fate.
So just tell me how it looks for me and your daughter…
After all, I think I love her"

In a polite manner, he sat me down on a stool
"You think you love her? You really think you do?"
"How do I know that’s the truth? How can I be sure?
For at least a thousand have professed it, perhaps a million, no fewer"

"You see, love is not just a word, it’s a lot of things;
Being kind, humble, or waiting till the fat lady sings.
Polite, forgiving, no jealousy involved,
Not self seeking, love searches no reward.
Trusts and protects, in truth it rejoices
Never fails, though threatened, and torn to pieces"

"You, son, even for an answer,
Patience you could hardly even muster
In your conversations you showed to be self seeking,
The times you said "me" in our conversations
Only hundred and forty eight… and still counting!"

"Just from our short chat, you’ve failed miserably,
So how could you have claimed to love, so easily?
If you really love her, then learn how to wait,
And learn what is love, like what my word said"

"Pray for her, though she may never know you’re praying,
But it doesn’t matter; who said love was rewarding?
And just be honest, be who you are; a friend,
Even when dating is becoming such a big trend"

He spoke in a gentle voice, far from rebuking,
Yet when he finished I found myself crying
Sobbed and ill-composed, I promised as I stood there,
To wait, and be patient, and for her…
This was my prayer:

"I pray to you Lord, that you would give her,
Everything good, nothing worse, only better.
Please bless her parents, her siblings, and her home too
May it be peaceful, and may she never feel blue"

"May you guide her path, in love and life,
Take away, Lord, all her suffering and strife.
I pray that you’ll protect her, all night, all day
And please help her always walk in your way"

"Keep her from evil, from every lurking one,
Even protect her from me, if evil I become.
And last of all, father, please love her always,
Keep her safe; bless her, all of her days"

And so I looked up, still sobbing and all…
There stood her father, smiling, stood tall
"By the way, don’t call me uncle - spare me"
"For I am your heavenly father, as I am, of she"

-J

Days After War

Things are worse, far worse after the war. I can’t even reach my target, let alone touching it. It’s bad, bad and BAD. All cases are vomit inducing, stress raising, and blood pressure elevation type. Of all those low frequency or possibility ones, I even got 2 cases of schizophrenia in a day!!!

Ask day, I dare say she will puts up both hands and agree whole-heartedly. She even said that it is even more stressful now as compared to during the war. It’s true, to every, tiny bit. All these "bersenang-senang dahulu, bersusah-susah kemudian" is definitely not my thing.
Gosh, I wonder how long before all those crazy cases will be gone. Certainly hope it will be real soon.

Bathroom Ordeal

I don’t get it, I just don’t get it. What can one do in the bathroom that requires 1 hour and 30 minutes in the morning before going out? Look, I’m suppose to be in the gender where everyone publicized that requires long, long time before ready to leave. But hey, I didn’t even take that long taking my bath and doing my whole week laundry!! This is absurd!

Anyway, it was like this, I have a day off after working till rather late the night before. After sending my sister off to work, unlikely I’ll be able to doze off again so soon, thought I’ll just do the pending laundry, pass a book to my friend and continue with my date with dreamland before lunch. It was just my luck that my housemate decided to wake up early that particular day and went in the bathroom before me. I was thinking that I might hog the bathroom for quite a while, after all it was a whole week laundry with my heavy duty jeans, so it’s good that he used the bathroom first. Heck no, I regret. I do know that he takes ages but that was after a day long, kind of reasonable if he wants to spend longer in the washroom… but this is early in the morning…

So I was thinking, what do one do in the bathroom that needs 1 hour and 30 minutes. I know it’s rude to keep track of the time but I actually going in and out of my room to peep if he is out already. So, whatever I can think of are below…:)

1. Wash clothes, tones of them
Unlikely, he sends his clothes to the dobby, richer than me, no doubt

2. Lazing at the bath tub
There is no bath tub in the bathroom, so.. nope, that’s not it

3. Sitting at the toilet bowl while reading newspaper, comic, whatsoever
Not that I know of, he didn’t bring anything out when he open the door. (I happened to be outside, thought he was out already)

4. Wash hair, also conditioning
My hair is way longer, and I don’t even take that long!

5. Scrub the bathroom
It still looks exactly the same, with some spots of dirt here and there. If he did scrub it for that long, it should’ve sparkle!

Hmm… I wonder if there is anything else… whatever it is, think I shall stay away from his routine and schedule. ;)

It is finished!

Yesterday was like the most exicting thing that had happened. And can you believe it that it revolves work? Me and Nite had been in the office, after spending about 16 hours in front of the computer, apart from keeping each other sane and stuff. Finally saw the day break. It was too bad that Nite had to go home than staying with the rest of us. But nevertheless....all of us had a great time sleeping in the bed till the sun screamed at our face to wake us up! :p

Working is fun yesterday, couldn't believe that I would say this, but working yesterday for the whole night long was fun...i guess it was more relaxed and people around us getting crazy any all. Brought the workload abit more at ease. Wouldn't you think so night?

We had reached and accomplished what we had worked for. Time to get some rest and had great lots of fun for the coming days ahead..

So Night....do keep me sane for the rest of the days coming...And I'll remember to bring some light to you on the way....by hitting you with the pillow....Bring lerr pillow, then we would have some crashing and thunder while we are working...hahah.