After CNY, I'm officially a...

A. PIG
Well, to be more to the point, I am officially a half-roast pig. The entire thing that I do is just basically – eat, sleep and watch TV.
Sequence no 1: Sleep, eat, watch TV (lots), eat, eat, eat, sleep, eat, eat, eat
Sequence no 2: Sleep, eat, eat, sleep, eat, watch TV (lots), go out, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Sequence no 3: Sleep, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, go out, watch TV, eat
Got my idea?
Then comes the roasted part, I’m only half-roasted cos some of my friends’ house got air-cond, so me semi-roasted. Somehow, northern part of the country seems hotter. Even when you travel via the highway, you can see that the trees colour changes from green to yellowish green. Hey, I’m not seeing things, in fact, if you see the weather forecast, you will notice that the maximum temperature is 35C in Perlis, Kedah and Penang. South bound, the max temperature is only about 33C.

B. SOTONG
Heard of as blur as a sotong? Well, that’s me. Picture this, my hometown, dubbed as the 5 minutes town by my previous English teacher. Though a little exaggerating but pretty true. Max time required, taking into consideration of “traffic jam” is about 15 minutes. Note that “traffic jam” is in “….”, well, that’s because it shouldn’t be really considered traffic jam, just a little more cars than usual. Well, I got lost in this 5 minutes town, took the wrong turn to the most popular housing area. Haha… one friend said that she doesn’t trust my driving, the other has given up hope on me. I don’t even know the road to his house after all these years. And I seriously fear that when I go back to work, I am clueless and blur. ;)

C. VICTIM OF THE POPULAR QUESTION
Can guess what is the question? Give you 5 seconds….
Give yourself a round of applause if you guess it right, no present, as it’s a little too easy. Well, ahem.. the question is – Are you married yet?
Yup, the whole world knows that I don’t even have a boyfriend when I left that small, quiet town. Though they might not hear from me for quite a little while, but hey, at least ask lar – “Do you have a bf yet?” instead of jumping straight to THAT question of the year. I have this friend who each time I send sms to him (though not often), he would reply by asking that question.. tsk … tsk. Then I bumped into an old friend at the “most happening place”; she asked exactly the same question.
Well, then to answer the question. Nope, not anytime soon that I can see it. But all of you people can start saving up so that when the time comes, I imagine tidy sum of $$ has been saved and I’ll get a very good gift. :þ
By the way, no, I don’t have a bf yet.


So, there you have it – I’m officially the poor, blur as a sotong pig. :D

Shifting

Had had the whole Saturday shifting from one company to another. Not me personally, but the WHOLE company. Very early in the morning, I went to the new building through public transport. The managers comforted us that the walk from the train to the new building isn't very far. I walked and walked on this never seem to end journey, started to perspire. Luckily the sun decided to say hello later that day.

Finally reached the building, went to the floor I thought we should gather....found no one except Dino. Only the both of us, ON TIME. Where is the rest of them? Stucked in the toilet? Traffic jam? miscommunication? Where? where? where? Dino and I went to do some exploring, walked walked walked......pantry next to the toilet? Aiyah....Went upstairs, found ok, the rest of them hanging there. Saw nasi lemak...yum yum.....me eat!

We went for briefing, went rounding the office. Suddenly handphone rang! Movers are here.....panic arise. where? where? Boxes and boxes started pouring out...only 2 movers??!!! what time are we going home? Tomorrow? Anyway, we walked them to the repsective places. Note the word WALK. and that was what we had been doing the whole day. WALK.

Then lunch came and we went up again, and eat out stomachs full of leftovers. Some people just don't wait for the rest before they started their lunch. Poor Dino and me, had to be content with the meager leftovers.

By now the movers already knew their way around. Started to be independent. Been telling us to sit and watch, no need to walk. They even knew how to read labels! Wanted to argue with Dino when one of the movers found that the label is different with the name plate on the desk. Then all the movers were guessing what was stored in one of the managers' boxed. She had 6 boxes all together, all of them super heavy. "Apa dia bawak? Pinggan mangkuk ka? Periuk?" When they found out that piggy had 10 boxes, they almost faint. "Ini budak pindah rumah ke, pindah ofis? Apa dia masuk kat dalam kotak? Tempat pun tak cukup sama dia letak."

After hours and endless hours of showing them where the places was. Counter checking the number of boxes shifted, tallying the number of boxes sent. FINALLY we went up to have our pizza for tea. But what was left was sob sob only garlic bread! For the 4 of us. Found out that the rest of them sneak up earlier and ate all the pizzas! Sigh...ungrateful gluttons! But we are too tired to argue, only gave our sad looking, not working puppy eyes to our supervisor, the supervisor didn't even flinch at our attempt.

Went home just to be greeted by the night. Blissful night, dropped into the bed and zzzzz........don't wake me up even if the sun rises up!

Shopping Ordeal

Yesterday went to this departmental store so big that it is bigger than the golf course. I thought surely this place will have parking space. Sure enough got one hahahaha....I'm beginning to think that half of the people living here had left somewhere out there. Nice...only me and me to do shopping....no rushing, no pulling hair, no screaming, no waiting.... :D

Boy, boy was I wrong.....everything which I wished for ALL didn't come. One step in the mall, whoosh! people running here running there. I though I can do my groceries in peace....trolley also don't have. How? How? Had been carrying those canned mushrooms and something black and ugly thing for so long. Poor me, my mum must have thought that I'm the trolley. "Can take one, can take one. One more!" Tangan patah already still one more! Thank God, daddy had a pity on me. Stood that the cash register...who left their empty trolley unguarded, he look left and right....and like lightning, trolley gone! When the trolley came, I just dump the cans...don't care if it dented in the end or not. RUN! Was running so fast that my mum had to call me on my irritable handphone. Should had left that thing back home!

Mum: Where are you?
Day: Hehehe....toilet.
Mum: Come back...need to buy some more things...you push trolley.
Day: But mummy....need to get clothes. If don't buy now, the shop will close.
Mum: Hmmph! ok ok....go get clothes.
Day: (yes!)

I thought I can escape. Sob Sob.....very wrong! The clothes section packed with people. Why, oh why do people do last minute shopping? Go home....Holidays already here....Go back to your home! Stay with your family, cousins, aunties, uncles! Go away, go far far away! Don't come out! whhhyyyyy???

Sighing.....went round to see the clothes....people jam pack like mad. Saw one lady taking almost the whole stack of clothes waiting for the dressing room. Aiyoh....buying like it is free. I thought it was, for a moment after I saw her. Double checked my clothings, hoping to see the word FREE there. Nope......instead marked RMXXX with no discount some more.

Lined up in front of the changing room is like doing your IC or doing your passport. I think doing passport and IC also faster. What is wrong with these people? Changing room is meant for changing, not for admiring! Change, see not nice, take out. Change again, nice, take. No need to turn here turn there like model. Sooo looonnnggg......perhaps the clothes too pretty until they faint? Or may they are tired and fell asleep? Cannot take it? Dunno....crazy ideas start to form in my mind. Sleeping arr? When the person finally come out from the changing room, I can really feel the people lining up throwing dagger stares. Me quickly go in, try on the pants, and top. Turn, turn...nice....ok! Take!

And that is only one set of clothes. Wanted to search for another...but got scared seeing the stampede of people. Lined up to pay.....almost faint when I found that the line almost reached the doorway. Each of them holding half of the department clothes. So cheap meh? Look again at my purchase...nope.Not mine....Where in the world did they get those cheap clothes?! Must be at that corner where everyone is crowding around.....Unbelievable!

When I finally reach the counter, the poor poor cashier...I think she will have recurring nightmares of this day. She had that face that say 'Go home, don't buy anymore! Or I'll scratch your face kau kau' I think her index finger got blisters, maybe finger pain. To think when I present her my vouchers for the purchase, she almost wanted to puke. That counter doesn't have any bar scanner, thus she had to key in the code number. I smiled sweetly at her, while she probably be sending curses at me with her eyes.

Passing my purchases, she didnt' even say thank you. Hmmph! Customer service, kononnya. Exhausted, finally found my parents with a trolley full of stuff. Walk far far away....to the car. I think someone must have shifted the car. Don't think it was so far away form the entrance when we first arrived. But nevertheless, FINALLY reached home from the shopping nightmare! Whew..

Hey! I Own An Antique ;)

Preview:
“It can’t even load my Barbie game!”
- my 4 years old niece

“It deserved to be framed & put up in the museum!!”
- my friend who got the shock of his life

Okay, behold, I own an antique! That’s what my friend, D just told me. He has repeatedly told me that I should have it over to him and he will help me put it in glass and donate it to the museum. I started the conversation innocently by saying that I need a PC. He is those tech savvy guy, when conversation on computers and graphics, each and every sentence will have to those technical jargon that I really don’t understand and give him those blur look. It’s like this…

Me: Ei, I really need a PC
D: Why?
Me: Erm, it’s a bit old and I need a new one. It’s a Pentium Pro Processor with 180 MHz, with 96.0 MB RAM
D: What?? Is it decade old yet? Is there still something with 180 MHz?
Me: That’s why I need a new one lor
D: Can it run anything??
Me: Windows 98 with Microsoft 97
D: Obviously it can’t load XP
Me: It doesn’t have even the basic games like minesweeper or solitaire…
D: It’s already a miracle that it can run. Can use one ah? What else you got?
Me: Got autocad lor
D: Who use?
Me: My sis
D: She got do business ah?
Me: No lar…
D: Lucky…
Me: Why?
D: Draw one line & wait for 6 hours ah?
Me: Er… about that lar …hahah. My niece even complained that the PC cacat cos can’t even load her Barbie computer game.
D: You got read the “Minimum requirements” stated at the disc or not? That kind of game ah, need Windows XP one.
Me: Hahaha… Then, the mouse & keyboard, still using the pin one lor..
D: Hahaha… you tell that to the guy who sells PC, he will pity you and give you free keyboard and mouse. Some more will tell you, if you need anything, please, please go to his shop and buy, he will give discount
Me: Serious ah?
D: Ya lar… come, come… I bring you to the computer shop, it’s kind of like those in Low Yat, but mini
Me: Here got ah? (Btw, we are in Mid Valley)
D: Yah… you never been there ah?
Me: Nope… how long as the shops been here?
D: It has been here for at least 3 to 4 years liao lor…
Me:… hmm… (I’m speechless, cos he just came back from Australia… hahah and I didn’t even know the existence of those shops :þ)

So, we go inside those shops and browse while he asking the shop assistant some questions using words that I don’t understand again. Hmm…
Well, that’s the story on how after so many years, I suddenly found out that I actually own a piece of antique.

“Email me when you have PC” That’s the last words before I left for home… hahaha.. funny…


P/s: After this talk with my friend, I have made a resolution to buck up my computer vocabulary and knowledge. Pray my determination will last. (Higher chance if I see him more often :D)

Cause of stroke

While working...
Girl: Day, ask one question?
Day: Shoot!
Girl: Does your heart beats faster when you see the guy you are interest in?
Day: Hmm...does yours?
Girl: No worr...I don't have.
Day: Yeah...me too.
Girl: Funny why people would say that when it doesn't happen.
Day: Good thing that it didn't happen.
Girl: Huh? why is that?
Day: Imagine the guy coming at you at a distance, your heart start to beat faster.....as he comes closer to you, your heart beat faster some more.....bom bom bom.....later you faint how?
Girl: Huh? why faint?
Day: Stroke....and when you got yourself admitted to the hospital, the Drs ask what is the underlying cause of that stroke...how would you answer? guy crushes heart?
Girl: Ermmm....and if i die..
Day: Then your death certificate will be - cause of death lovestruck
Girl: .....

WebFarm sights

There had been reports in Webberville that there are several strange animals roaming around. A group of scientists had been sent there for some research. In the progress, they had started to name these strange animals with the name that you and I know very well. Below are a few of them and their charateristics.

Chicken
Would perhaps want to name this animal rooster, yet the name chicken sounded nicer. How to identify it, the hairstyle which seem to represent the animal. At times, it is high and sharp. Sometimes it covers only half the head, sometimes from the front to the back. Sometimes it just disappear....and will come back in a 2 months' time. A cool chicken I would say, cause the chicken would wear sunglasses everywhere be it in the open or indoors. Don't even care if the the sun is shinning or not. Chicken with fashion sense? It is still under observation, but nowdays it is nowhere in sight. Pretty difficult to search for it, cause it is a foreign chicken...can fly one wei...dun play play.

Duckman
A good looking one too. Yet I guess the scientists felt that the body isn't proportionate, thus having that animal named duckman. waddle waddle waddle....

Lalatboy
This has the most majority of yea from the scientists. For a long time now this animal hadn't been named. It had been flying here and there where it isn't suppose to be. With its big spectacle eyes and dark skinny frame, the name actually suits it very well. At least in its physical form. But to our amazement, the sound it produces also comes out exactly the same as the lalat aka fly which you and I know. buzz buzz buzz. At first we wanted to name him flyboy, but that name is just too cool for a lalat. Thus the name sticks. It was quite an appearance....that when it takes it flight, which is like every half and hour, you will see the scientists start to put on their earphones and have nice music blasting to avoid hearing that buzz buzz buzz sound. It would be best if the scientists put on their night blind too to avoid sore eyes, but hey...they have to keep a look out for more animals in Webberville.

Cow
Newly named species. It had been grazing grasses all day long. And when the scientists need it to do some work, it comes and look at you and just say..mooo....it most often disappears, probably out looking for fresher grasses to graze upon. The funny thing was that the scientists here only get to observe the cow on the alternate days. They heard of the legend that the cow would transport itself to another place for rejuvenation and greener grass to graze upon. Could it be that the cow felt that the scientists are harrasing it? Only lately the scientists found that they had its gender mixed up, should be named bull, yet the characteristics it displayed doesn't represent a bull, thus the name cow sticks.

Un-named
There is another animal which seemed to be flying here and there. Had been mumbling alot of gibberish stuff which none of the scientists understands. It stands behind them and just yakety yak yak with no solutions at hand. One of us wanted to name it mosie, another wants to name it criket or grasshopper, still under consideration. The name of this strange species will be out soon, hopefully.

Reported by Cruisor

At New Place

The day before going to work…
Has been testing this trial & error thing for more than a week. I tried waking up at 7.20, 7.25, 7.30 am. Still too early, reach work at 8.00 am… (I’M THE FIRST ONE THERE!! Cos the early birds on leave) tsk, tsk.. Some more has eaten breakfast at home. I finally got it yesterday, woke up at 7.40 am & reach location at 8.20 am.

On the journey there…
Have to check the watch every 5 to 10 minutes. If going to reach early, then must slow down a bit, otherwise will be way too early. And mind you, reaching even at 8.10 am is early. I’m not those who wakes up at 5 plus & signs in at 6.50 am for catching public transport. But yes, 8.10 in the morning is consider early at this new place, though sign in time remains at 8.30 am.

Upon reaching car park…
1st thing get down from bike, check the time. If it’s 8.15 am, ah… walk slow slow to the lift. Or pretend to be busy checking my bike. Need to stall the time a bit more.

Upon going in the lift…
Pray, pray and pray hard that when reach 15th floor, I’ll bump into people with the “magic tag” going to toilet or just reach also.

Out of lift at 15th floor…
Check at all three doors to see if got people walking to it. If none, then loiter around, pray some more for people to come faster. When hear the magic sound “beep beep”, run towards it and shout “wait” so that can go in. Otherwise have to wait some more.

Inside the room…
Checked if the leftover milo or coffee already dry, then can throw inside the rubbish bin. I know, I know, it’s kind of luring cockroaches but if its still in liquid form, cannot throw, simply because THERE IS NO SINK IN 15TH FLOOR!! (yes, it is absolute necessary to put that in capital letter. And Day, you will join me soon in this no sink place, wonder who never thought of water needs sink).

Then, wait for people to shout that server up, can log in… then start work lor…
Lunch time? That’s another story :)

Day in daze...

Some days I wish I could go to sleep,
Yet the sun so shinning bright,
Shouting at me wake up sleepy head,
Until I have to relent and say all right all right!

Up I go and wash my face,
Lazily I went to bid nite farewell,
Going to work still in daze,
Gosh, I'm day cheer up, might as well.

Early morning I'm greeted by piggy,
Blog Blog Blog, she say enthusiastically,
Grumble, grumble, day log in hesitatically,
Typing whatever words that comes to mind suddenly.

So here, this I written so much,
I hope piggy appreciate daynnite more,
Yet, nite say piggy should bug piggy's contributors more,
Cause dayNnite can read them blogs which we adore.

In bed...

I should watch my tongue whenever I say something, just 2 days ago, I wanted to get sick enough to get MC, and here I am sick in bed and well, yeah got that 2 days MC.

But then again, being sick is not as good as it was at first. Imagine having to rush to the toilet at wee hours in the morning and having your bowels cleaned, until there aren't anymore left to clean. Coughing until you wanted to tear your throat out and never to hear another cough cough sound again. Nose blocked and half deaf. Each time anyone say something, I would have to ask them to repeat, like an old lady "Speak up child, me ears not as good as it used to be." One look from the doctor already know that this isn't the normal illness which a simple panadol to do the trick. It is war time.

Armed with packets of tablets and cough syrup, went home feeling dead tired. Gulped those medication and found myself almost 'high'. Head felt light-headed and forever wanting to just curl up and go to bed. Now I know how the cat feel like sleeping almost 24 hours a day. Either I felt like I'm a cat or maybe it is the drugs that I'm taking that makes me feel like a drug addict. Numb and not wanting to bother with anything else apart from wanting to sleep. That was what happened yesterday and today.

Mouth kept feeling dry even though gallons of water had been drunk. I kept feeling very hot even though there aren't any temperature. Been sweating like a pig, yet not having any fever. Darn....well, at least there isn't extra tablet for me to swallow. Stomach growling yet not having any appetite to eat anything. Eventhough I had eaten something, the feeling of washing machine starts in my stomach. Arrgh! I just hope that the war will be over.

Well, I guess it is better to be sick and stay at home rather than showing my pathetic face in the office and risk having the virus spread all around huh?

What is worse?

You know what is the worst thing? Getting sick, yet not sick enough to get MC.
Stupid bug had hit me but not full blast. It is like I'm given half a dosage of flu and cough. So I have been tearing and sneezing, yet no runny nose. Even if I have, the nose isn't running, it is jogging. And when it is time for me to sneeze, my face swell up, getting ready to sneeze, tears start to pour over my eyes, ah ah ah...and there is no choo. Then the nose start to get itchy.
Geesh....felt like pulling my nose out and give it a good whacking before putting it back on.
Wouldn't it best if the nose runs full blast, and the coughing goes loudly.....then maybe I can march to the nearest clinic and just show my face, and immediately the Dr would give me MC. ah....that would be nice.
Maybe tomorrow, if i can act kesian better, I can go see the Dr to get that much needed cert.

Installing Love

Agreed that the Net is a good way to send various things (otherwise I wouldn’t be addicted… haha). Found this in last Sunday’s Sunday Star. It is funny in it’s own way, and yet quite true :)


Tech support: Yes ma’am… how can I help u?
Customer: Well, after much consideration, I’ve decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?
TS: Yes, I can. Are you ready to proceed?
C: Well, I’m not very technical, but I think I’m ready. What do I do first?
TS: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart ma’am?
C: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?
TS: What programs are running?
C: Let’s see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.
TS: No problem. Love will gradually erase Past/Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of it’s own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ma’am?
C: I don’t know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?
TS: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment are completely erased.
C: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?
TS: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other hearts in order to get the upgrades.
C: Oops! I have an error message. It says, “Error – program not run on external components.” What should I do?
TS: Don’t worry, ma’am. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.
C: So, what should I do?
TS: Can you pull down Self-Acceptance, then click on the following files: Forgive Self; Realise Your Worth; Acknowledge Your Limitations.
C: Okay, done.
TS: Now copy them to the “My Heart” directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.
C: Got it. Hey, My Heart is filling up with new files! Smiles is playing on my monitor, and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?
TS: Sometimes. Fort others, it takes a while, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.
C: I promise to do just that. By the way, what’s your name?
TS: Just call me the Divine Cardiologist, also known as the Great Physician, or simply “I AM”. Most people feel all they need is an annual check-up to stay heart-healthy. But the manufacturer (ME) suggests a daily maintenance schedule for maximum Love efficiency.

Experiment

Had had the intention of blogging this weeks ago when my sis and i was actually cooking the thing. But since didnt have the chance of uploading the picture, so... might as well putting it to a hold. Just to make the story short, due to unknown reason, we just had the "thing" to cook that day... so... the result was this... :)And yes, its edible... even had a friend coming over as witness...hahaha...

The Aftermath

Yesterday was a hot hot day. Hotter than in Cambodia, if not similar...

Today, everytime the air-conditional stops, Piggy will shout - safe safe safe! And the rest of the people will look up at the ceiling and pray that the lights will not go off too.

But what happened was...the computer, the system finally gave up after a fight, I guess. The workflow suddenly gone kaput. Empty. Nil. Causing the designer, the mantainence team who looks after their 'baby' almost cried. Been running here and there to calm the baby so that it goes back to normal and all of us can go back to work.

It is actually very funny cause the people affected are us. The sad people who has to continue their work yesterday when the power was off. Piggy said what goes around, comes around!

Nite screaming bored via messenger from town. I'm saying go blog! hehe...again. I think today will be like blogging marathon. Funny the figure for dayNnite post still stays 91. I'm pretty sure we had hit the 100th mark. Was like telling nite that we celebrate....not the stupid countmeter seemed to have died as well.

So yeah, the aftermath....I think I'm getting the mind going bonkus syndrome.....

Withdrawal symptoms

So what is blogging is addictive? I'm going to spend many of my working days in the remaining January at a place where there is no internet access, no emails, no instant messanger and note even a CD ROM!! There is only the pathetic internal messanger. Okie Okie, I shall be grateful, let me rephrase that. Thank goodness, there is still jabber! :þ

Pardon me if I sound sarcastic. My hands are itchy from not able to blog and my mind is distracted from not able to read blogs. So piggy, you better blog something to console me when i have access to Internet on Mondays. Now it's kind of like "prison" and Mondays are off day. Haha... okay, i'm exaggerating, but what the heck.

On the contrary to Day's hot, hot day. The place where i am now is cool. The air con is so strong that everybody started to have sneezing spells, hot milo finishes faster and even bladders seem to reduce in size, consistent with more frequent toilet visiting session. It's cold enough to cool the room even with no air cond for the few hours yesterday.

And by the way, if you did not realise, I would like to draw your attention to the line whre it says "posted by..." Yes it's posted by Day

I'm blog-addictive enough to send this post through the internal messanging and asked her to post it up for me. Till then....

Hot HOT HOT!!

It is so hot here I'm going to die. Suddenly no power, everyone screamed horray...early lunch! Then found out that after lunch also no power. The worst thing is the PC at my section got power. Thus have to continue to do my work! Darn!
No air cond, so hot...that everyone is so restless. We got into singing mood just to cheer ourselves up. sigh...
The most craziest thing is that we got the green light to go home early and the ppl here don't want to go home.....wahhh...
darn darn darn....hot hot hot....
Can't write anymore....nite to continue.

Blogger

Read nite being review by blog....went to do the test myself...

You Are a Look At Me Blogger!

Cute pics, blog drama, whatever it takes to get traffic. You're notorious ... either loved or hated by all!

What kind of blogger are you?

still can't stop laughing.....

I'm A Life Blogger!!

Well, saw this previous in CJ Factor. Think i did try it out but dont remember what i got. Now Piggy got it too. So what the heck... Well, i'm a life blogger :)

You Are a Life Blogger!

Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary. If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.

What kind of blogger are you?

Why I Never Thought Of Wanting To Go To A Club/Disco.

The company where I worked organized this sort of celebration (should I say celebration? Perhaps, loosely that) at a club/disco place due to hitting so and so target last year, hmm.. which was a few days ago. Didn’t really have the thing to go but my friend said that since we were working very hard, er.. like 16 days non-stop (including christmas & weekends), might as well go eat our portion.

So there I was sitting in the kind of club thingy (I don’t really know how to differentiate bar, club, lounge, disco. I’ll get someone who fond to go clubbing to explain that to me later) and realize why it has never struck me of wanting to go to such place. Clarification – bar where just drinking with not so loud music is acceptable. Well, say I’m pathetic, not up to par, whatever, but I have my reasons, rather valid ones too.

1. It was soooo smoky
Gosh, it’s so smoky. Initially things were okay. As the time passes (mind you, I want there only like about the max 3 hours) and things were getting hazy. I almost thought I was in this smelly smoky dream. When I was out of the building and out at the KL street, I actually thought I was having fresh air (imagine I was standing at Jalan Sultan Ismail and the air was definitely fresher!!)

2. It was sooooo noisy
I almost think my eardrum was going to burst. Guess my threshold was real low as all the smoke & noise almost made my head going thump, thump, thump together with the music.

3. Don’t tell me it’s good place for socializing
I can barely hear what my friend is saying. So I guess if someone is saying club/disco is a great place to pick up a girl or something. It’s something to be salute about as the person must’ve good patience. It’s so loud that you probably have to repeat whatever you say a few times (unless you shout at the ear, which I don’t think a stranger would allow you to do that). The person would probably go “Pardon?” “Come again?” “I can’t hear you.”

4. For drinks?
Hmm… if I’m not wrong, its not that cheap to drink in such a place. Ok, ok… perhaps it’s the atmosphere that attracts. Then tell me, what’s so appealing? [I can almost hear my friend telling me, the girls are hot. Dressed to kill… well, perhaps, have to agree on that ;)]

Seriously, this is only what I thought and YOU! (yes, you) I know you go clubbing, do tell me why you like to go clubbing. :)

Is it 31st yet?

I believe day & me are as equally as tired as piggy, though not to the extend of eating facial scrub. Thus there are things that even without a crystal ball, i can foresee i would probably have or developed by the end of the year.

1. Backache
   With such long hours sitting, yes, from practically 8 to 8, i foresee i'll probably need a MRI soon. Probably showed that i have disc prolapsed, bulging... All those pillows behind back, neck doesnt work. I have piggy's cat behind me, in several different positions but i guess i would have to start queuing up for the MRI.
   
   
2. Allergy to words like go, go, go; waive; post; accept
   We got instant messages with "go, go, go" in about every half an hour. I think by the end of it, i dont want to go, go, go to anywhere, except to my bed and sleep, sleep and sleep.
   
   
3. chickyphobia
   I dont know the exact correct term for it but gosh, imagine eating chicken everyday. My friend looks for drumstick each day, we work 7 days a week, meaning that she actually has eaten 7 drumstick, which is equivalent to 3.5 chicken. We contribute a lot to the poultry industry but hey, that does not mean that i wont have phobia.
   
   
4. Allergy to the 3C - chilli, curry & chicken
   Yah, yah, already got chickphobia, and most of the food served to us were either cooked with chilli paste or curry.
   

Well, i sure hope that 31st is here soon. :)And without a crystal ball, i think the dinner tonight could be chicken again.

Oh what a Christmas...

Christmas came and gone...
Presents came, parties all nite long,
Games got rowdy,
Now all I've got are pain and injuries.

Food glorious food,
What we had turkey, salad, pies, meat...it taste so good,
Now my tummy happily filled,
Food slowly turning into fat, I'm having the felling of guilt.

New year will soon arrive,
How long will it come, will the mathematician derive?
Another round of games, parties and food,
Who would have time for those guilty mood?

Merry Christmas

Woke up this morning, hearing the washroom being occupied, people taking turns to take their baths... and they are leaving for Singapore to celebrate christmas!!

And i woke up about the same time... getting ready to go to WORK!!!
Well, i guess it's just another day... cant complain...
This shall be a short blog... Merry Christmas people :)

The First Wedding

The first wedding. Or it should be the first wedding of my friend that I attended. Was not the first one that I was invited to go. I really had the heart of going, though I accidentally hopped on a plane to somewhere else that weekend. But that is another story. Back to this one. Was having qualms of going but a friend has been very nice, keeping me accompany the whole dinner, even fetched me there.

Well the story started about 2 hours before the wedding? I bought my friend a card, but upon opening it, I was lost for words. I only know the bride, how do I address the husband? To my friend & husband? Or and spouse? Or… I write both names? But isn’t it odd writing down the name and you didn’t even know the person look like? Or from now on I should only attend weddings where I know both parties? Haha… this seems a little absurd. Well, I finally settled into writing both names. Hope it don’t seem odd to them. :þ (I certainly need feedback from this one. )

Then, clothes, I don’t have something proper, my mother even commented that my jeans looked like a rag. But that was the best jeans I have. I am against wearing slacks, er.. its too much like going to work, which I also categorized it as odd. Went through my sister’s drawer, found a shirt to go with my erm-rag-looked-alike-jeans. What the heck. Haha.. I eventually went with a borrowed top and shoes. But hey, the jeans is mine. *grin

The dinner itself is okay, saw a lot of people that I haven’t seen for ages and due to my laziness, did not even send a forwarded sms or email, except to a few. However, my friend’s suggestion went down the drain, there were no eye catchy guys seen. Yes, if you haven’t already guessed, I shall make it very clear. She suggested that I go to the wedding and fish for some smart, rich, good looking guy. Hmm.. should’ve forwarded her the mail which I posted earlier on (referring to – "I found this funny…" post).

Well, all in all, glad I went, though I missed another treat from a friend. However, I have faith that if he has every intention to treat me, he would still do it and not decided not to be nice the next time I see him, which is probably next year.

I Found This Funny...

A friend forwarded this to me... and I found it funny... :)
No offence... but...


The Truth About Men
1. The nice men are ugly.
2. The handsome men are not nice.
3. The handsome and nice men are gays.
4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.
5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.
6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.
7. The handsome men without money are after our money.
8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.
9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.
10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!
11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.

NOW, WHO CAN POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND MEN?

Sleepless in KL

This has been the 2nd day in one row! i cant sleep... its not that i cant dozed off to sleep but more to.. due to unidentify reason i woke up in the middle of the night. It was a good sleep till a certain hour, i woke up and my eyes are wide open. And i cant sleep!!

A friend suggested that probably i miss someone and cant sleep. Gosh, my dearest friends, whoever you are, pls pay me a visit in my dreams and have mercy on me. Don't let me go on anymore sleepless night.

On the first day, i slept at 10 pm (that was the day before yesterday), i thought probably i slept a little too early and thats why got up at 3 pm before dozing off again at 5 am. So yesterday, i even watched vcd till about 12 am before going to bed. But i still woke up, this time at 6 am.. by the time sleep comes back... my alarm clock was going off again already!!!
Pls, pls dont let this go on... i want my sleep.. and desperately needing it...

Early Tookoff

i have no idea what had happend, how it happed. I dont even remember when it started. Perhaps more than 2 months ago?

I cant seem to finish my work in time, and staying to finish it does not mean doing OT, instead its doing charity. It did not appears that i'm doing it better or maker sounder arguement. However, i did not slack either. Wonder how all the time passes by without me noticing?

But hey, i finall did something right yesterday! i finish work by 5.15 sharp, and left at 5.30 pm. Er.. the additional 15 minutes is used to clear my ever-so-frequent-being-complained-messy workstation. Kind of like after war with papers. People were assigned to chekc the level of tidiness of my desk if there are VIP visitors. So i thought i'll make the surface of the desk shows a little more :þ

Though ther's the usual jam, but i even manage to catch the catered for housewives's 6 o'clock cantonease serial.

So i guess, its little things that makes birds chirps happier and completes the day!

"Marketing" Experience :þ

I moved to a new place last month. Loosely said, it is somewhat near a wet market. 30 minutes walk (if not under the sun) towards it. Soemhow due to unknown reason, it seems a little further when walking back. Perhaps, heavier by a few kgs after breakfast. Anyway, had my first marketing experience in a wet market in KL after being here for more than 4 years.

All my previous marketing experience back in hometown was - fetching my mother to the market, bought myself a newspaper, confirmed with my mother where to meet her later and sat down by the roadside, reading the papers & wait for her! Either that, or sat down looking around trying to amuse myself. Once had the opportunity seeing a trader holding a frog by the leg, swinging & smashing it on the ground and literally peeled off the skin before selling it to a customer. Okie, shall spare you other more grotesque description.

Anyway, last sunday, went to the market with my mother, sister and a friend. We had our breakfast at the market. The below is the conversation between a little Indian boy, my friend & sis.

Indian boy: Looking at my friend. Aunty, nak minum apa?
Friend: Tak mau
Sis: Panggil dia aunty, dia tak mau minum

The little Indian boy then left. I went over to order a roti sardin, coincidentally, was ran by the indian boy's mother. When he came over to deliver the food, he ask again, to my friend.

Indian boy: Looking cheeckily. Aunty, nak makan tak?
Friend: tak mau

it was rather obvious that the little boy purposely called her aunty the second time ;þ


After breakfast, we followed my mother around while she demonstrated her housewife skills on marketing. At the meantime, i was busy walking like a robocop, as i was wearing this slippery slipper. Haha... Marketing continued with us three, trying to keep out of everybody's way while awaiting.

I guess marketing experience for me never change, let it be in my hometown or KL. My role was always, keeping out of the way & waiting for my mother. As for market visiting to other places like Korea & Cambodia, that is another story :D

The Girl Who Almost Died.

Cyberjaya, Thursday - A girl, Joanna Jones, found half conscious in front of the computer. Her laboured breath and constant sighing had finally caught the attention of her colleagues when they realised that she is having a serious boredom attack. She was later found to have been lack of endorphin to subdue the attack. She was sent to the nearby laughing stockhouse in Sunway for emergency dosage of endorphin. Curerntly found to have been recovering well.

"I didn't know what had happened to Jones that day. She had always been bubbly and chatty. I guess the thought of having nothing to do for a full whole day in a strange place really gets to her. If it were me, I would have raise up my hands and say thank you." Sara Lee, her colleague commented.

Her other colleague, who was sitting next to her later said, "I thought she was acting weird that morning. She had just shifted to this current place of hers. Her PC was provided in a way that she isn't able to listen to music with her earphone. And messenging doesn't really help when the rest of us seemed to have found something to occupy us."

At the laughing stockhouse, Sunway Laughing Centre, where Joanna is currently seeking consultation. The doctors there were astonished. "This is the first that I have heard of anyone dying of boredom. It is really strange what boredom can do to a person, especially when one is in deprive of endorphin. Jones is what we diagnosed as hypoendorphinism. She would need at least a single dose of endorphin everyday for any misfortunate happenings."

And as for Jones herself, "Yes, only now am I aware of the condition that I'm having. Usually at least something will tick my tickle bones. I guess it was just the lack of sleep that aggravates the condition. Plus it is SO SO BORED that day. No work, no music, and I kept wanting to go somewhere and yet am trapped until it is passed the 5:15pm mark."

With this new disease that the doctors had discovered, Jones had the privilege to be their subject for research. She will have a free dose of laughter each day. "Discovering Jones had truly broaden up our research on laughter and how laughter really is the best medicine a human being could have. And it is crucial to the cure of being able to seek constant dose of endorphin, that is through laughter to prevent any news of death due to boredom."

-Reuters

Umizaru

Question of the day:
If you and your buddy are alone at the sea, 40 metres deep, 30 bars of oxygen, what would you do?

That was the question posed to 14 trainees who wants to be a part of Japanese Coast Guard's elite team of salvage and rescue divers.

I would not complain of the bad day i had yesterday, or the 2 rounds i have to go before locating the motorcycle parking lot, or i was way, way thirsty the whole 2 hrs of show (almost - my big fat brain forgot to pack water & ran out of time to buy 1), or that the cinema is HOT.

I don't know how to swim, let alone scuba dive, and dont know japanese and my chinese sucks. BM & English subtitles are sometimes off the meaning. But i love the show. It was a really cool movie. It's a simple story on courage, friendship & life. If you are those very demanding of great story, then this might not be your cup of tea. It truly is simple, potraying daily lives.

In the middle of the story, the girl ask the boy, "Why do you like to be a coast guard?". The boy replies, "Because I like sea." Gosh, i wish i was like him, know what i truly likes & do something related to it. Could i answer that right now? I dont, cause i really dont know.

Well, here's a link to a review & summary plot. BUT, please dont click on it if you are going to watch it. :)

Official site link

Call me GTD :p

What wonderful news i got today....been promoted to be a teacher. To kids!
Wonderful wonderful....imagine being able to play and tell stories and teach little kids not to grow up to be bad or corrupted. Creativity oozing out already on what to do with them.
I wonder why mothers would be frustrated on raising up kids. Probably because they had turned bratty? Nonetheless...this will be a wonderful adventure....when the kids are still innocent and young and CUTE! When they ask the most unusual things, and when they believe in angels and balloons dancing in the sky....when they can see things that we grown ups don't. When their imagination soar high up above the sky. What wonderful time will I be having travelling with them to the land where only they can see.
Teacher...what a wonderful privilege.
Call me day....call me great teacher day...
hahaha...

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… ;)

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

Untitled

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.

The Ugly Duckling

Once upon a time, there was a little duckling. This ugly duckling was exceptionally ugly, and nope, wrong answer – it did not grow up and became a beautiful swan. That’s the fairy tale version. Anyway, back to the story. This ugly duckling was kind of unfortunate and lost its way, finding itself among babies swan. Hmm…I really got no idea what young swans are called.

This ugly duckling befriended this baby swan and they were really good friends, at least to this ugly duckling. The baby swan was very nice indeed to this duckling. Yet, somehow there were little, little things that ignite the unwanted feeling. I guess there was this missing link. The ugly duckling could sense the lack of this thing we called belonging. After all it was at this place full of beautiful swans and could not feel small.

That was then, the little ugly duckling finally learnt, no matter how things were, he was always the different one.

Back to work

Eight to five,
Five to eight,
Sun has set,
And it’s late,
Brain is dead,
But target is at stake.

Tired fingers,
Aching back,
Growling tummy,
Dinner’s not ready,
This is not funny,
I’m already like a zombie.

Dinner is here,
I’m smiling, ear to ear,
Same old chicken meal,
Not the KFC deal,
Yet, food is real,
Hunger is healed.

Back to work, I sigh,
Target? Still rocket high,
I shall work my might,
Hope not through midnight,
Don’t think I’ll survive.
Now shall rest. So, good night :)


Nope, I did not take any time off doing this in office hour though the post would be right in the morning. Actually wrote this while I was watching the last episode of CSI: Miami over 8TV. Great show, sad that it has ended. Anyway, time to work again.

Again??!

This is way too frequent! 2 times in 3 months!

Well, i was knocked down again, this time by a bike, also in Jalan Ampang.

Note the also, yah, was knocked down by a car in July, and that time fixed my bike, the cost amounting to more than 100 bucks.

Luckily this time was better... no big damage to my bike, but i'm now starting to feel a little sore over my ankle.. cant get up without help just now. So i guess now its the aftermath.

Also spots of blue & black starts to appear.. perhaps its time i go & see the in-house doctor. : )

Anyway, i guess i really should count my lucky stars that no big injury, i quote from a certain someone who used to say - only laceration and abrasion wound, no fracture, minor injury. Or in other words, ME nad. hahaha.. :þ

Mental Arithmetic

Went to an err... kind of distant relative house yesterday night for loose kind of tang lung festival gathering. It was more like a potluck kind of thing where my sis and I didn’t contribute anything. We were more like just go there to play with the kids there, including my 2 adorable nieces.

Also had a chat with this 10 year old kid who, in the midst of all the commotion was trying to do some arithmetic. It was not those calculator using plus, minus, multiple & divide. I know, kids at that age, using calculator is like… er... illegal in school terms. Anyway, she was using another kind of apparatus – which was abacus. Yes, you got it right, it’s those mind, fast counting technique call mental arithmetic.

Apparently there are 10 grades, grade 10 being the easiest, going down to grade 1. This 10 year old student is currently in grade 3. As I flipped through her work, it includes multiple & divide, with complicated combination of numbers including the chapter on “perpuluhan”. Funny, I even know what the thing is called in mandarin but the English term just refuse to come to my mind.

Anyway, she was to sit for this mental arithmetic test the day after. If I remember correctly, the exams fee was about RM 100++, and it only last 4 minutes. Applicants were supposed to finish 30 questions in 4 minutes. Just 4 minutes. Max incorrect answers allowed were only 2. More than that, sorry, you would need a re-test.

In the mean time, she has a younger sister who is in standard 1 now. She is now in grade 10 – the requirement for test is to finish 10 questions in 1 minute. Same thing, max incorrect answers also 2.

Gosh, I can’t do that, even with my ever loyal scientific calculator. And I heard that mental arithmetic was already started in class for standard 1. Can’t really imagine what kids go through these days. Perhaps I could start myself in those mental arithmetic classes. Haha… or perhaps not, what I count these days is only money, regardless of large sum or small sum. Till then, I shall rely fully, entirely on my beloved scientific calculator.

Devillish Mind

No doubt the $$ involved was a rather big sum ... depending on what it is for or how I see it. Especially now that I’m like out of budget and owing someone a sum that is equivalent to my monthly salary. Also no doubt that I won’t die not earning the extra $$. Yet something is niggling at my mind. I still owe her the big green colour piece of money and she is in a way "preventing" me from earning it back. It’s just some minor people attitude and if it affects me, I don’t like it. Perhaps right now i'm sort of easily agitated.

Just because someone who does not read their sms as there is no space for new messages is NOT my fault. It’s her mistake, unconcern attitude. I have the right to be angry and I certainly hope that bearing grudge and unforgiving is the pick of the week. The heck with plotting revenge and not forgiving is bad for health and making own self unhappy. I prefer to opt for the not-so-forgiving attitude. I refuse to be those goody two shoes angels, which by far, I’m nearer to those fork carrying devils. They are much more the easier pick.

It has been more than an hour and I’m still no okay with it. If I say I’m fine, then I’m lying with my eye wide open and trying to control my anger by my own way. But for this time being, I’m not.. and refuse to let it rest and let her have a peace mind. I’m not okay and that’s it. Period.
I don’t care and she better not dump some apparently "flower" to make me happy. It’s just me with flowers don’t click. People don’t give me flowers and it doesn’t stay long.



Taking a deep breath and I do think that blogging is a good anger therapeutic therapy. Somehow, a little of the anger has evaporated together with the 292 words up there, but I think I shall still put on an irritated face for the fun of it.


Hahaa.. the above was actually typed over the weekend. Dont really have the access from home. So only can post it today. And funnily, there is no more anger. Not even a little bit. So i guess time do heal wounds or i suppose in this context, sore feelings.

Bored!!!!

I'm bored! I need a life!
hmm.. sounds like the is recurrence of boredocarcinoma!!
I'm bored! bored! bored! bored! bored! bored! bored!
bored! bored! bored! bored! bored! bored! bored! bored!
bored! bored! bored! bored! bored! bored! bored! bored!

Okie, i'm done, i guess i better go settle what day asked me to do first ;þ

Post "Post Holidays Syndrome"

Last weekend went to an er.. island for hols. Already back at work yesterday. So i'm off whatever post holidays syndrome - reluctance to work, give me a few more minutes to sleep, and all those symptomatic symptoms. But the post post holidays syndrome was even worse. I was straining my poor back to wash the backlog clothes. It seem mountain high, and to think that i did not even bring a lot of clothes on the short break. Funny where all those turn out from.

Anyway, was really, really tired yesterday. Couldn't even stay for OT to earn back the $$ that i used the other day. Haha.. However, though i could not stay to earn extra dough, i had to go home to clear my backlog clothes. So it does not differ much.

Lucky that a friend came over to visit last night.. and drove me to dinner. It was another welcome break. And noted it's time to start work again.. while i nurse those symptomatic post holidays syndrom & post post holidays syndrome.

A written will

A friend sent me this poem. Something in which we need to reflect on the way we should be living and not how should we pass over this world. And it shouldn't in anyway meant to be depressing. :p

If I die tomorrow,
Wear on me loosely a tie,
Bright coloured, not dull,
Fix on my lips, a smile wide, like when I was alive.

Fist my right hand over my heart,
For it was dear to me,
Every memory and sentiment in it,
Let me rest with, and in my right hand may they be

If I die tomorrow,
Clothe me simple, not smart,
For that is how I arrived to this world,
That is how I should depart

In my left hand put a rose,
Uncropped,
With snare and thorn,
To remind the world of the life I lived,
Beautiful, yet not short of scorn

If I die tomorrow,
At my funeral, sing a happy song,
Send me away cheerfully,
To God, and to the heavens where I belong

Cry not, and grieve not,
‘Tis no big deal,
And know I’m in a beautiful place,
That this is His will.

If I die tomorrow,
Tell mother I love her, though we never sang the same song
Tell dad he was my hero, he was, all along
Tell my friends they were dear, and I’d have said goodbye,
if I could want,
Not forgetting my enemies; that I forgave them; each and every one

Tell my beloved that I loved her,
I always had, till my last leaf withered
Tell her of the many things circumstance didn’t allow me to say.
Tell her I prayed for her, for God to grant her the best,
Almost every single day

And should I die tomorrow,
Take all my possession, big and small
Divide it whichever way, amongst all
But bury with me my photographs,
Of me and of the ones I loved till the very last
For with those memories I lived, through my brief life – carried me,
And with me I shall bring to dust.

Sigh...Winter is over.

This is the first, probably the last... :p

Nite has been nagging,
that Day had been slagging,
"Couldn't you add something?
a song, a picture, a word, anything?"

Though summer is everywhere,
guess Day has flown to Australia,
where nite is longer than day,
cause Day in winter seemed perculiar.

Now that winter is ending,
Day can no longer be lazing,
out with it a new season of blogging,
till Nite couldn't utter a word of bragging.

Have Day tried to write this poem,
gibberish is all it could make,
positively the last this will be,
Until the next, perhaps, maybe..

Head or Heart?

I can never understand – sometimes the heart just refuses to listen to the head. It’s like the head has make a decision but the heart just does not want to follow decision. It would make you dread, dread & dread.

I mean, how could that be? Both the heart and the brain is right in the same body, how could they contradict each other? Literally saying, scientifically, the heart actually does not control our feelings; its function is to pump the blood all over the body and does not involving in the thinking process. In fact, feelings are also controlled by the brain. Thus, this is even crazier; the brain is disagreeing with its own decision!!

Guess you are probably thinking… what the heck that prompt me into questioning this? Well, this logical thinking side brain of me has made a decision on something recently. However, though the decision was made quite a while ago, I have yet made any move/action to realize the decision made. The reason was simple – the other part of the brain, (correction: not even the other part, the other small percentage of the brain) seem to have a great power, it generates the unwillingness feeling and I dread to make any move. I am afraid things would turn awry, I would regret my decisions, I…

Thus here I am, still wondering if my logical mind made a correct decision, and as to why the other side of me is trying to prevent me from making a move…

Untitled

I have never been to PJ ever since that day. It’s not really long but almost about a month. Yesterday was National Day, a couple of friends asked me to join them over to Mid Valley to shop. Though shopping is not my favorite pastime but I have not really hang out with them for quite awhile. So what the heck, I thought.

As I ride my bike over the uneven road leading to PJ, the memory came flooding in my mind. I was fetching my sister that night. Before that, a phone call came saying that it was important and we were to go as soon as possible. I was worried, he never said of wanting to see us. Not this time. It was serious. As I was riding, I could hear my sister telling me that it was okay not to speed, the normal speed was okay. I slowed down a little but couldn’t feel anxious. PJ seem so far away that night.

As I reached Federal Highway, another memory came to mind. This time it was morning, about 11.00. This time, I was still fetching my sister. Her hand phone rang, after answering it she said to me," You don’t have to ride so fast now, they have wrap him up."

Tears started to flow… then and now…