There's Something About Piggy

pretty woman walkin' down the street
Pretty woman, the kind i like to meet

Once upon a time, in a faraway land... ha... that's how story usually begins. BUT... this story i'm going to tell you is far away from that. Ahem...

Venue: a few metres from my work station
Time: a few days ago

That fated day, piggy walked past me. Perhaps it was the sound of her footstep. I dont know. I just turned & WOW! Piggy looked so different, so lady-like, so attractive, so ... i'm loss for word ;)

Other people said piggy make 3 big changes. Too obvious not to notice - hair, dress & shoes. Piggy straighten her hair, wore a dress, complete with high-heeled shores. I would've taken her picture, distribute & send mass-mails if i have a camera at that time!
ME? dress? Never wore a dress to work just yet. High-heels? I'll probably fell down before i reached my 10th step. Think many of friends are williing to vouch for that.

But that's not all to it.. each time she walked past (mind you, past behind me), i would spohntaneously turned my head & looked up. Hmm.. my friend said it was the foostep. Well, perhaps, i reasoned. Then lunch break came. Piggy said must change shoes. High-heeled probably take her half an hour to reach makan place. then she started to wear those flat sole shoes. Hmm.. no more sound but me still turned & look. How come? how come? I asked Day..

Then came Friday, piggy wore t-shirt & jeans. With sports shoes, which produces mute sound. And guess what? I still turn! Haha.. Day asked if my neck is tired, heck no. So i guess in the mean time, i'll probablykeep on turning, seeing piggy walks with bouncing hair, and generates air as she past :þ


P/s: you know what? i pressed ctrl+z to undo something and the whole post disappear. And it doesnt pay to press ctrl+shift+z... this post.. make me type sooooo looooong ;)

Oh, How I hate!

Grr.....somebody made me REAL mad today. Apart from being an insensitive pig, I had never seen such a arrogant, cocky fellow. A real pretense and a fake.

And all these isn't just from that single incident, that single episode that the person did. I guess it accumulated and errupted today. People say that the fella is a good person. And being the person that I am, everyone is good and nice. Oh boy oh boy....I think this is ever the first! The first to ever think that a person could be bad. And I've grown even to hate that person....God have mercy on me!

But yet I wonder how could you ever not dislike a person who had subconsiously ridiculed the occupation which you work as? Thank God there is someone respectful to tell that person off. How could you not learn to detest the fella who always act superior and treat you with disrespect and with inferiority? And I'm thoroughly amazed at how insincere, half hearted, shifty and deceitful the word "I'm sorry" were uttered. And people say the fella is a good person. Am I the only one being discriminated and being bullied here? Why would people say good when I don't even see even a tiny hint of it? Am I missing something here?

Someone ask me will I be mad for long. I wouldn't waste my anger on someone like this person. Being angry wouldn't do much comfort and be a waste of my emotions. Better to do something constructive, like shutting that person and breaking whatever means of connection. Talk also need to talk to my hand.

What does the fella did that make me pissed me off so? Geesh...don't even bothered to tell. That fella is just being a spoilt brat!

Pre Working Syndrome

Post holidays are drawing near
Here I am, shivering with fear
My mind is back at 2nd gear
Who knows, I might just shed a few tears (haha!!)

Mind you, I’m not telling tall tales
This feeling really can kill
I’m feeling depressed (I’m not lying, dear)
Shall call this – Pre Working Syndrome or fear :)

24 hrs more to the dot,
My work is no high-risk job
Yet I wish for more time to sleep like a log
Gosh! I want to wind back the clock!!

Wonder if piggy thinks this poem is saddening
Or even worse, finds it boring! (Oh no!)
Just my another attempt at poem posting
Any yes, Jel, blogging still has this therapeutic thing (Thanks)

Anyhow Nite tries to make a comeback [Hope it works ;)]
Thought the content is still a little sad
Hope I didn’t make it sound so bad
Or, best guess - my brain cells are probably dead. :þ


Btw, this is written the day before yesterday..

Calvin and Hobbes

Found this on the newpaper yesterday.

Calvin: Do you think our morality is defined by our actions or by what's in our hearts?
Hobbes: I think our actions show what's in our hearts.

What would U call it?

I'm having this problem which I don't and can't describe what it is. It isn't restlesscarcinoma as nite had the last time. I'm beginning to think that it is a whole new disease all together. Thus I try to come out with a couple of names that may somehow relate to it.

It all started when I'm doing some testing on something - you can call it experiment. An assignment. Anything. Then the head wtill start to probe. Vision began to swim. Body begin to start restless. And chewing the gum - bubble gum some more doesn't help to distract the screaming that say - STOP DOING AND GO HOME! Thus this IS critical...and it needed a name to describe it see? Thus came a whole string of ideas of what that name may come out to be.
Could it be - testisitis? - nite said that it sounded more like inflammed testis.

What about testalgia? - nite said more like painful testis, like someone had kicked it - ouch!

hmm...then i thought maybe it could be cranionitis? - head inflammed? sounded not nice at all.

Then I thought - perhaps bortestalgia - some weird language.

How about - sleepitesbornitis? cool?

And ermm.....whatever.

The clock is ticking, the long arm is almost pointing to the number which I can free myself. You know what? I may be cured the minute it does!

But it would be cool if you can think of a name for that acute disease thingy. Any takers?

dayNnite

At times when things go gloom,
Then people will say "All's doom",
But it is just the matter of perspective,
Perhaps just being too narrative?,

Weather reflected what was written,
Maybe boredom was what we had been bitten,
Should that be a reason,
For things we wanted to be decent?

Other people said that we are sad,
Are we sad? Or are we just being 'bad'?
Not wanting to share of our joy,
Maybe that is the thing we wanted to ploy?

Ok, ok...we will cheer up,
Even though the rain don't seem to let up,
Perhaps we are just waiting for the sunshine,
Until then do treat us well and kind :p

So let day be day,
And nite continue to be nite,
Soon the gloom will go far far away,
This is what makes us special, isn't it rite? :D

Gloomy Nite

Piggy complained... dayNnite has been too gloomy these days...
Hmm... piggy said it was not the colour, it was not the font, it was the posts.
Looking back, out of the 8, i have posted about 6... and sad to say that almost all of the six... er.. fits in piggy's gloomy description.

So... in order to make things more cheerful, i have decided to take a break from blogging... hope day will make things more lively, chirpy & happy...

Till then... cheers...

Unfruitful day?... almost...

Woke up in the morning and found a piece of paper on the table. My sister left me a to-do list. Or rather, not to forget list. After looking at it, I decided to add a few more to it. Got ready to go out, it was rather rare that I do not work on Saturdays as well, so better make a good use of it. Planned out my route and off to the other end of the town.

Reached there, saw this big sign on the door – OUT FOR MEETING, will be back at 10.45 am. Hmm… wrong time, but looking at my watch, only another half an hour to go, might as well wait, rather than make another trip over. Besides, I have yet taken my breakfast and armed with newspaper, definitely take me more than 30 minutes.

11 am, hmm… still OUT FOR MEETING. Okie, I reasoned, traffic jam, overrunning meeting…Ah… finally, he was back. The other bomb shell… I was told I was supposed to bring both the receipt and the pass. D*rn. I practically only use probably only 1% of my brain, where’s the other 99% to help me remember that little piece of paper. I didn’t cross the whole town in a Saturday morning to eat roti canai & drink teh tarik. I feel like biting my own head off. Next week it’s close due to the double celebration. I have to cross the town again the week after… sheesh…

There’s about 10 items in the list and I have spent the whole hour plus waiting for nothing. Dropped by the locksmith shop, he practically duplicated a “wrong key”. Wrong as in, the duplicated key can’t even go in the hole. He was a rather chatty person; attended to 2 customers who came in after me just to talk… er… I’m making assumption but it seriously look like it. As if I’m that high PR person.

Well, ffind enough time to accomplish a few items on the list, but those highlighted IMPORTANT ones…err…not done… so, unfruitful day?

Possessed

We had heard about people being possessed by some supernatural force. But only today I found out that even non biological things could also be possessed.

All of a sudden, my colleague's PC mouse indicator started to run all around the screen. She tried to control it, but to no avail. What happened? My mouse going crazy already. Her mail box started to close down. The system which she was in started to crash. Another window popped up. Empty screen. Amazed, my colleague just sat there and stare.

Then out came these words....
"Sekejap ya, nanti PC kamu akan kembali normal. Tolong shut down dulu baru buka PC balik"
Both of us started to laugh....Ironically she typed back...
"OK. TQ."
:p

Tactical Influencing to Win

Today is the 3rd time I attended training. To be exact, 2 and a half. The first one was terrible, horrible, boring, bad, sucks… whatever negative adjective you can think of will fits in perfectly. Even the name doesn’t sound nice – I’m a tree. Well, I don’t feel like I’m a tree after the session, I only felt that I want it to end immediately…haha…

The 2nd one, I actually kind of looking forward to the second one, however I only attended about 2 hours of it before I left due to unforeseen circumstances. Never mind about that. I can’t change that.

The 3rd one… today… my other 2 friends received the same puzzling email as I did. Out of nowhere, we got this mail telling us that we were nominated to attend this training, called Tactical Influencing to Win. What did we do? Or perhaps, what didn’t we do? We were too noisy? Too quiet? They ran out of people to nominate? They even scare that we don’t know how to confirm our attendance; they helped us to do it.

It was a little better than the tree thingy, but no better. We felt that we were being scapegoat. Or some unfit jigsaw puzzle. There is no way where we get to influence or persuade people, in fact, it was people who persuade us, to work after work, weekends, public holidays. Then why are they sending us? To let us know that there could be so many ways of generating influence? I seriously cannot see I’ll be using it in my daily life. I’m sorry that I was not enjoying it. Anyhow, I think I should try to give it justice… I’ll try to think of something nice about it…

1. There were 2 tea break, food is quite good
2. I get to see how my future working place is like
3. I don’t have to countersign for a day
4. err…I seriously run out of things to say…

So, that’s it, think I shall skip writing the other side of the coin. Not to influence people to not to go to training. ;)

R**n

Yesterday, I spoke of the word, my friend hushed me… telling me not to speak of it. We were happy to see the sunshine. Had not seen it after leaving work for I don’t even remember when. It was either I was late, or the sky was dark. Both he and I were riding our bikes back and fro to work. I know in the 365 days in one year, there would be a time of the year where it would come in the morning, as time passed, it would sort of “move” to later of the day, till evening, exact coincide when we were about to leave work. Fine, I can live with that. But somehow the season seems to be longer this year.

I had been drenched countless time. Almost every other day I reached home wet, water trickling down from my hair or I could felt as it I’m wearing the other wet version of Nike Air… like I’m floating as I walked. Hmm… today I was not drenched when I was on my bike, though yes, a little wet, but things were a little different. I was forced to walk in the rain from the monorail station. So, I’m practically still all wet.

Previously I used to work OT, just to avoid it, when it comes about 5 pm daily. Then I stopped doing OT because it shifted to about 7 plus to 8. Now? It started about 5, ends I don’t know when. I can’t avoid it in whatever time I leave.

And when you read, you will realize, yes, I learnt to be paranoid, influence by my friend, just in case if I speak of it… it will starts to r**n. Opps… ;)