Clumsy or Accident Prone?

Wonder if the last 2 weeks should be called - the clumsy time. It has proven that somehow i have join the statistic of accident prones and has left me with new scar (not that i dont have any), blue black & bumps. Chronology is as below.

Incident 1:
Venue: In toilet, finish bathing and want to come out already
"Aiyak!" Knock head on door knob. I know i'm short but hello, thats way short. So i dont really get it as to how i manage to knock my head. Ok never mind.

Incident 2:
Venue: At home, walking to room
"Ouch!" Accidentally kicked the wall. Sheesh.. its same day after knock head...

Incident 3:
Venue: Stil at home, on the way out to go to work
"Ouch!" Knuckles hit the side of door. Crap.. its the same morning....

Incident 4:
Venue: Home
*Rub rub shoulder*
Accidentally hit shoulder on wall... Nope, i'm not drunk

Incident 5:
Venue: Outside at Klang with friends
"Ah..." Accidentally kicked my friend's shoe. Toes so painful

Incident 6:
Venue: Home, after heat toast some nuggets
Accidentally touch the very hot plate. Reflex, and pulled hand away.. but has left me with a patch of redness on my hand. Hmm.. yah, this one just 2 days ago, so the scar still there... crap.

Ride Trips

Due to some time sharing thingy, my sis and me were granted a voucher to stay overnight in Genting Highlands as a reward for our “obedience” to sit through the whole session and gave necessary replies. Anyway, that was about a year ago. As it was a free voucher, of course, there were strings attached and it was rather hard to book a place during holidays. The voucher would be expired this coming week, so after rescheduling a few times. The best is only yesterday. Yet, we were not keen to take leave as annual leave entitlement is not luxury enough. Though it’s a little odd that we book the apartment the same one day trip that we planned, but I guess it was better than nothing at all. Besides, if it’s really that tiring, then could take a little cat nap.

Well, that’s a rather long introduction. Anyway, that trip was what I called a ride trip. Of all the few times I went to Genting, I have never attempted any rides, indoor or outdoor. Also did not expect to be taking any rides this time. Well, just went up the highlands, my sis’s friend queued up to buy the day pass, and the next time, we were lining up for the rides.

The arrangement was easy, we go for the more exciting rides first, but from mild to more heart stopping. There were 4 such rides, excluding the newer Flying Coaster which has to pay additional 10 bucks. The 4 were what I called “The Banging One”, “The Flinging One”, “The Turning One” and “The Commit Suicide One”. Can you guess? Well, if you have been the theme park in Genting, I assume it’s not an unfamiliar to you, unlike me. I don’t remember the real name they give to “The Flinging One” but it’s the colourful flinging around thingy. The other 3 are – Super Toboggan, Corkscrew and Space Shot.

As I lined up for the rides, I was given engineering courses by my sis and her friend. Telling me the concept of the rides, how mechanical was used followed by free fall. Tsk, tsk, typical of engineers. ;)

I was having palpitations as I was waiting for my turns. Things were not better with people shouting and screaming. Must be getting old and hey, I was actually paying for people to give me a fright!! As I was waiting under the sun for the Space Shot, I even worried that during the ride, I would be so scared that would experience the fight and flight response, which includes uncontrolled micturation. Can’t help it; at that time felt that my bladder was rather full. Who knows that nature would accidentally call? ;) (Ahem, if you are wondering, nope, it did not occur.)

Oh yah, before I forget, if you have not tried the Space Adventure. Take my kind piece of mind. Don’t. Just don’t. We lined up for quite a while, expecting it to be kind of swinging thing, well, it did swing subtly but the description would be more of accurate if I use the word vibrate. We even worry on how to place the cameras so that they wouldn’t fell, and the signboard did say it was not for the weak hearted!! But all the machine did was VIBRATE! So, you know what to do…

This post seems kind of long already, so… shall not drag it and make it any longer. But just an after note, I used to think that Genting is those family outing place but somehow I noted high frequency of super lovey-dovey thingy. Is it the date to go that I picked or the rides that I chose? I don’t know.


Disclaimer: This was written over the weekend. Does not represent exact feeling right now.

Shoe, the overdue picture

This is the long overdue picture for the post awhile ago, on shoe

MP3 Player

Have been seeing MP3 players everywhere I looked. Funny, it’s like waving its hand, telling me “Buy! Buy!” Crap, but figuratively, that’s what I felt.

Went to Carrefour in Mid Valley the other day, on the front page of its monthly promotion booklet – there is this Malaysian manufactured MP3 Player – 256 MB, voice recording, and built-in radio receiver. Fine.

As I was reading my dose of Saturday newspaper, the word MP3 player seem to emphasize and bold among all the advertisement – another brand but nevertheless 256 MB MP3 Player, USB 2.0, hours recording time, multi-languages & lyric display function ….

Another instant was when I went to Taiwan with a couple of friends. One of them brought along a MP3 player. That small thing is just so tempting. Small yet so big a memory capacity. Handy, sleek…

Or when my colleague asked me to pass a MP3 player to my other colleague. I kept it in my drawer, waiting for my colleague to come back from meeting. Waiting & waiting, it was late & I left before she came back. Perhaps I should’ve brought it home with me, rather than leaving it all alone in my cold drawer overnight. Could even felt it blinking at me pitifully as I closed the drawer & locked it for the night. (Note: I’m still sane, very much.)

Yes, it is still waving its hand to me… asking me to grab one… but no, haven’t got it yet. Thus it is still there, looking at me from various magazines, newspapers, advertisements….


Disclaimer: This was written over the weekend. Does not represent exact feeling right now, though still want a MP3 Player.

Hair

Recently read Dr Liew's blog on how long haired girls are able to attract guys more than short haired girls. Pretty hilarious while you were reading it, as Dr Liew mentioned no matter what gender you are, long pretty hair will surely make guys nose bleed.
I had been wanting to cut my hair for quite sometime. Too long for easy maintenance. Not to mention the amount of shampoo as well as conditioner. Had been wanting to go to the salon to cut it short, until I read Dr Liew's blog. Went to do some survey among the guy friends of mine. They said, "Sadly but true. Girls with long hair tend to attract more guys than the short haired one" I guess, too much shampoo advertisement. Either that or pontianaks, if they combed their hair will sure attract more nose bleed without any scare.
Anyhow, nite cut her hair short. I guess by now, everyone should had already guessed. I cut mine as well. Pretty funny though when I was in the salon. Frequent question the people there would ask, "Do you want to dye your hair?" and "Don't you feel sad cutting your hair?"
I guess it will defeat the purpose if everyone felt sad cutting their hair wouldn't it? I mean, if every girl or guy felt sad cutting their hair, they wouldn't be having customers would they? So snip and snap the scissors went. And so did my the length of my hair. Took me almost 2 hours just to cut my hair. Was so restless, eventhough I had my book with me to read.
When he finally finished, I hadn't realised that my hair could look so bouncy! :p I guessed with the weight of my hair while it was long, my hair actually looked flat! hehe... Well, feeling rather light on my head...till the next hair cut.

Hair

Ok, here it is... out of the blue, I opened my eyes on Saturday morning. Despite of Dr Liew's blog on long hair, I dragged myself out from my bed, took my bike out, chopped my hair short, sat under this hot, steaming air for 30 minutes, hearing the hairdresser "complaining" that my hair is too course, too much. Thats the part of the reason why i need to be cooked under the hot steaming air for 3 different sessions while she trying to pull my hair...
And by the way, just for the record, i was practically having long hair for quite a while but i am still single... so i dont know if long hair really got those "attraction".

The hairdresser was practically asking and confirming whether i really want to chop it short. Somemore asked if i want to keep on hair... hahah.. it has never ever cross my mind of wanting to keep my cut off hair. As if i dont have enough rubbish to clog up my room.

Reasons that i justify to myself as to why I did it...

1. I must've woken on the wrong side of the bed
2. I must've been crazy where there are times when i too "chong dong"
3. I am way too lazy to tie & comb my hair each time I get off my bike
4. I want to sleep longer
5. U tell me...

Back!

Came back to work today. Found alot of interesting things while I am gone.

The world still goes on eventhough I'm not around! :p Inbetween seemed to be madly in love. Nite went away and was lost for words in those places she went!

Well, I'm not too bad myself. Hadn't been falling in love..hahaha...but did get to spend alot of time hanging upside down for the past few days. And want to know something?

The sky is bluer. The grass is greener. The flowers are prettier. The food is bigger and more delicious. The dogs are more obedient. The streets are cleaner. The air is fresher. The people is whiter! haha.....seriously...am not joking.

Let me get on with my list.

Their accent are weird even though we speak the same language. The animals are one of the kind. I now know how the Drs had the idea of C-section. By observing these animals. Amazing! I didn't realise that the seagulls are of the same size as the pigeons. I always thought that the seagulls are way way bigger than that. Perhaps the TV has a magnifying effect on animals.

The people are so so friendly. Have you ever seen salesgirls or promoters in shopping complex actually dances while they are working? No? Me either...if you are from the same country as I am. So so darn polite that they actually makes you feel good? Thus you are able to buy more stuff from them? Marketing strategy I would think. Really bring out the true meaning of 'service with a smile!'

There aren't any tall buildings though. The highest there would be 5 storeys? Houses there are gigantic. Compared to my house, it looked puny! Hmm...houses and cars there are really cheap. With the cost of my snooopy car here I can get a much much larger car there. I guess you and I will not be able to really say "This is Life" until you been there. Not much activities there. Everything closes at 5pm. The sky goes dark at 6pm. Streest empty by 7:30pm. Where in the world did all the people go. I'm still searching for the answer. There are no mamak stalls there. Privacy is a BIG thing. I guess they have more time for themselves. Maybe that's why they have such enthusiasm while working!

What really puzzles me most is, how in the world are they able to complete their work if they start from 9-5pm with 5 days of work per week? Must be really really smart those people.

So there goes my life being upside down. Coming back right side up seemed weird all of the sudden. Perhaps Life being down under is much better. If there are any place where the grass is greener on the other side of the fence? This will be the place. Can't really show how green the grass is though, cause it is winter, but the sky is bluer. Ask anyone who had been there! More stars too for those star gazing lovers!

Well, that's all for now...

I dont want to go back to work!!

Must be the long hiatus that my brain is not working properly. Condition aggravated by the fact that tomorrow I have to wake up earlier due to road block. Heard that it starts at 7.30 am to 8.30 am, which means that I have to leave house by 7.00 am??

So, do forgive me but I think the brain just can’t really generate some output for proper, elaborated description on the long leave that I had taken. Don’t scold yet, but I believe if I put up a certain photograph, you would know where I’ve been the past week. ;)



Well, I think it’s not a hard guess… so no prize for guessing correctly. So, what’s there? Food, food and food. There are also lots of night markets which sells – FOOD as well. I think the rate that I eat is probably equivalent to the amount that I ate during Chinese New Year. Even the normal rice with dishes came with 8 different dishes and a soup, not forgetting dessert and fruits. The fruits were usually oranges and they are all sweet, not sour at all. Unfortunately that I was dining with a rather big group of 8, otherwise would’ve taken photo of all the meals before eating.

Night market is the “IN” thing there… I suppose. But I noticed that the big huge difference of the night market there and pasar malam here is that there are no pirated CDs, VCDs and DVDs. Well, what can I say, the CDs, and its counterpart is relatively cheaper than here. Most of it are food, and a little of earrings, clothes and costume jewelry.

Hmm… really kind of lost of words. See, told you must be the long hiatus that I can’t compute words. Well, then, shall substitute with pictures. :)

Blogger's Block Type II

Many words I want to say
Things that I want to convey
But it all stop at half mid way
And has harden like clay

There's an invisible wall blocking
Words formed continue crumbling
I don't know where to start patching
Blogger's block Type II - I am having

But hey, can still write, you argue
Yet cant potray what I think and feel
Thoughts are saturated till can kill
All cooked up at the brain at a stand still

From Sherlock Holmes to The Alienist
Of Agatha Christie to The Alchemist
Books I read to increase my vocab list ;)
But everything is still vague like mist

I need to flow it all out!
Otherwise blogging is just not therapeutic enough!
Please help me to reduce this "brain crowd"
Now I've even run out of word to end this poem of doubt

Get A Life

Been sitting here all day long,
Work seemed growing, it is wrong,
Social life seemed deprived,
A small voice whispered, "Get a life"

Productivity and quality needed uplifting,
Target needs achieving,
At times I don't know what I'm doing,
"Get a life!," that voice seemed to be shouting.

Seemed to be stuck infront of the PC,
Looking at the monitor till eyes blury,
At night still work not completed clearly,
"Get a life!," the voice shouted loudly.

Things will continue to pile,
From 1 to many files,
Time seemed to be running fast,
Up my hands I cried, I give up!

Unless I have 4 pairs of hands, which I wouldn't,
I might complete the work soon, which I couldn't,
Work will still need to be completed,
But I will not work myself exhausted.

"Get a Life," the voice said,
Quality, purpose and restful life I craved,
Work equals Life, not an equation to be derived,
"Get a Life!, Get a Life, Get a Life!!"

The Story of Kampung Attap

Do you know where is Kampung Attap? If you don’t know, you would probably err, sympathize a bit with me. If you do, then I figure you will laugh a real hard. Well, me? I would tell you that I have heard of it but don’t know where it is till over the weekend, 2 days ago.

Thus, I name this post – The Story of Kampung Attap. If you ask me, I’ll just tell you, I have never been to Kampung Attap, and it sounds to me like some kind of Bandar Baru. Also when I was staying in Setapak, I would pass it to go to UM. That was all I know about Kampung Attap and it never bothers me not to explore it out. Anyway, well, the day to explore further came. I was duly informed that it was responsibility to declare my income. By the way, the slogan was “Tanggungjawab Anda”. I was told that there is one IRB branch in Kampung Attap, supposedly the nearest to where I stay now. Well, I only heard of it, never knew where the dot is on the map.

My sister’s friend was so helpful that he gave me this direction – you are heading to KL, with Kuen Cheng Sec School on your right (across the road). At the 2nd exit, showing Istana Negara and Kampung Attap, turn left & up the exit. Follow the road till the end and turn left. The road actually leads you down and then turn left again. Go about 300 m and you will see a police station. It’s further down the road. The building is just there. Well, simple enough, thought I just drop by on my way home after going out with my friends at Bintang area. Fine.

After having a hard time looking for a photocopy machine in the happening Star Hill, to cut the story short, I found it and rushing to IRB at Kampung Attap before it closed for the day. It was about 4+ in the evening, closes at 5 pm daily. Well, I was on from KL, passing through Lok Yew heading to Federal Highway. Passed Kuen Cheng but nope, no U turn found along the road. I went all the way till Old Klang Road for U turn!!! Then followed the route given by my sister’s friend. Well, I found the place. He gave a good direction. But imagine my shock when I reached there. I saw the Koperasi Polis right in front of me and a white building that so reminds me of the Chinese Assembly Hall on my right. The place soooo familiar. Never mind. Went up the building and er… trying to settle my stuff (can’t say it’s settled cos I have to go at least err... 2 times more to see the guy there before completing it).

After coming out of the building, wanting to go home… found out that I was at LOKE YEW, the same road that I passed by on my way to look for Kampung Attap. I passed the building right under my nose but went all the way to Old Klang Road just for U turn!! Crap. Why didn’t I ask the exact location? Why didn’t the person tell me where exactly it is? Why didn’t I ever notice that the place is call Kampung Attap? Grrr…

Signs To Tell That I'm Desperate...

For a pair of shoes

1. It rebel and gave up on me... the heel literally coming off
2. I used UHU and cellophone tape to seal up the gap every night and it make weird sound when i walked
3. I limped to the extend that I was afraid I would forget how to walk without limping
4. I walked bare-footed even on weekdays
5. I kicked start my bike in extreme carefulness, in case I aggravate the gap
6. I refuse to go any where on weekdays after office hour
7. I woke up early in the morning on Saturday just to go shopping
8. I stepped into each and every single shoe shop available in Sg Wang even the ever crowded Vincci

So there, if you ever happen to see me shopping, frantically, alone. Please be merciful and note that I've been limping the whole week. When I did walk a little less limping, I had shining cellophone tape, making squeeky noise accompanying me every single step :)

Inbetween

Inbetween day N nite,
That's how we gave her that name, right?
So that's when her blogging takes flight,
Hopefully it will add colour and light.

"Smart Tag"

I wonder who was the first person thought of the one in one out access card? I wonder they themselves ever tried it. It is sheer stupidity and crap! Sorry but no offence but there is soooo many example of unnecessary hassle. What’s the point? Is it to keep track of attendance? Then what happen if the person forgot his/her tag? And the necessity of recording your attendance by pen and paper? Or to keep track how many times so one goes to toilet?
Imagine that you are stuck alone in the office after working hour and there is not a soul around. Before that, someone KPC turned the knob, just after he closed the door. You tag out & d*rn, the door stuck and congratulations, you are “home alone” in the office! You are very much welcome to urinate on the office carpet, sleep on the desk and eat up everybody’s food on their table.

That was pure imagination but you can’t rule out the possibility. A first hand story, a group of 5 (me included) was going visit the toilet, that time was doing testing, only few more “permanent” staff have the ever precious one in one out access card. Alas, some KPC turned the door knob & we tag the first card – turned the knob, did not budge. Found a second card, tagged, still stuck. Nature called, urgently. Lucky, found a third card, tried another door. Phew…

Scenario no 2 – someone in front of me tagged… the door is rather wide open. I tagged, missed the door, it closed! I tagged again, got locked out. Crap. In the midst of trying to hold the door, I knocked my mug on the door. It cracked, after surviving 5 times of moving; from A/S to uni, to my sister’s house to Setapak to Ampang to current new place. It survived but the door cracked it and I got stuck outside. Dumb.

Well then, I have had it. Things are stress enough without the help of the door and the smart tag. I just don’t get it, why would someone use such inconvenience “technology”.

Still at that - Boredom

I am so bored
Think I am going to rot
My brain is so clogged
No doubt soon I’ll have brain block

Watch TV? No good show
VCD/DVD? My stock is so low
Books? Not enough to go
I’m bored, think I might growl (grrr..)

Oh, please help me!
I’m infected with mushrooms and fleas
When am I going to break free
From this season of boredom and crappy

I’m bored! I’m bored! I’m BORED!
Like I’m being locked up in a fort
Or stuck inside a log
Do save me before I mould and rot :þ

Mundane Underwriter?

The job that we had to do,
The things we will be handling,
Is not as easy as making poo,
Neither it is as easy as dodoi-ing.

Actual job is underwriting,
But jobscope goes far more than anything,
Clerical, Admin, even Actuary we are doing,
Practically everything except eating and sleeping.

Soon we will be able to handle from A-Z,
Later might as well do marketing, selling and handling queries,
And they say an underwriter is boring,
Come and try, test and see its doing.

News like this soon be all knowing,
Some people will be clapping,
Others will be crying,
This is so darn happening.

And who say going to Hub will be boring,
So many challenges, I could hardly be breathing,
So many rocks that needed turning,
My gosh, the journey is just starting!

What to blog?

Nite had been bugging me to blog. Even asked piggy to chant with her 'blog blog blog blog' over the table, over jabber.....before lunch, after lunch......
Ok Ok.....blog blog.....
The problem......WHAT TO BLOG??
So thought of an ingenius way.....
Go visit somebody else's blog! hehee......
Until I had recovered from this blogger's block syndrome....
Till then.

Season of Boredom

I’ve search high and low
My pace is as caterpillar slow
Noted above flying are black crows
Everything will induce yawn and doze

Spring, autumn, winter and summer
But this season I’m in is vague and dimmer
Boredom is here to stay and linger
Restlessness would come sooner or later

Work takes longer to complete
Deadlines are harder to meet
Those are few in the signs and symptoms list
Things are either stationary or in crisis

The recurrence rate is just too high
After chemo or radiotherapy, you would still sigh
It’s so hard to tell if you are cured or will die
Boredocarcinoma will just squeeze me dry

by nite

Are you sure it's a 24 hours clinic?

I was woken up by a few attacks of sharp pain at my gaster. I figure, probably just my hallucination, well, I got weird dreams these days. However, the sharp pain was then followed by this churning feeling at my gaster. Then, it goes off. Unfortunately, that left my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Thought I’ll just tire myself with watching of DVD. Dragged myself out of the bed, and started watching “The Terminal”. Catherine Zeta-Jones is still as beautiful.

Only half way of the show, I had paid several visits to the washroom. The sharp pain became more frequent. Hmmm, it has got to be that acute gastroenteritis thing again. Hey, I only had home-cooked food since morning. Wonder what trigger it. Never mind, had in mind that there is this “24 hours clinic” just a stone throw away from my place. It was then 3 am in the morning. I got out of the house and made my way to the so-call 24 hours clinic (mark my word, so-call).

Reached the clinic and rang the doorbell. An Indian clinic assistant let me into the shop and she dropped the bombshell – the doctor is not in. Crap, then why is it called 24 hours clinic? The doctor will only be in by 8 am the next morning. I feel so stupid woke up in the middle of the night and walked that short distance for nothing.

Did not continue with the movie, at least something is working. My eyes and brain were finally tired. At least I could get some sleep. Would wake up by 8 am the next day, see the doc, get an MC and continue to sleep. Alas, the doctor is NOT in at 8 am. I went again at 10 am, still NOT in. Was told by another clinic assistant to leave my phone number and she would call me when the doctor is in. W-T-H? Gosh, if I’m in severe dehydration state, I would have died waiting for the doctor!! Btw, credit to the clinic assistant, she did ring me.. but at 1 pm in the afternoon.

Finally decided to take a risk and took my bike to search for another doctor. After all, the pain is not continuously but once in like 10 minutes. Thank goodness, there is so many other clinics, though not within walking distance…
The end… I got my medication, MC and sleep…

All I wanted to do was to buy a birthday present

All I wanted to do was to buy a birthday present in JJ in Mid Valley Megamall (MV). Well, JJ is because I have some cash voucher and MV is because it’s the nearest from where I stay. Well, there must be something about MV because it was at 4 pm on a Sunday and it is full, full, even for motorcycle parking. The way to motorcycle parking was blocked and I can’t even go in. Fine, I know that there is another open air parking at the other side. I took my bike and go another round, found that place and it was rather empty. Well, it has its reason for being empty – I think need to walk at least like 20 minutes to reach the entrance of MV and I saw a few foreigners from neighboring countries parking their bikes. I was not keen to walk under the hot sun and not too comfortable to chuck my bike there, though I began to feel that my bike is old but I wont ditch it. Well, the next nearest JJ was in Taman Maluri. Cheras is not too far away, I reasoned. So, off I went….

Cheras really isn’t far away and I took the exit to Bandar Tun Razak. Mind you, I have not whatsoever memory of Bandar Tun Razak. Don’t remember any roads or trees or whatever, but still I went… haha… well, I’m not in a rush, its not really, really hot though it’s hot. Passed Taman Tasik Permaisuri, something like that… haha, it must be a joke cos my sister had just asked me if I want to go there. Well, at least I passed there. I was not too worry, as I know there is this HUKM. If I ever get so lost, I’ll just ask the way to HUKM and I’ll know how to get to where I want to go. Hmm… things were okay, I got to Jln Yaakob Latiff, saw Loke Yew but alas, I forgot that I wanted to go to Maluri instead of Leisure Mall, took the wrong turning, and was heading to south of Cheras. I was not keen of taking a U-turn at Leisure Mall so casually turned into Jalan Kuari, I knew it would head to Ampang but though there out to be a turning to KL. I got faith…

So much for my faith, Jalan Kuari leading to MRR II – leaving me option of Sg Besi, Hulu Langat and Kg Cheras Baru. The other 2 sounds a bit far off, but Kg Cheras Baru, still got the word Cheras. Took that turning, went the whole road, with turnings to Jalan 20, Jalan 17 – where is that? Gosh, I finally saw the word “MPAJ”. Sh*t, that’s the last place I want to be. From Ampang, I’ll probably need at least 30 minutes just to reach KL if I just go on straight. Though I seriously wanted to another route to go back to Maluri but Ampang is the last place I want to be. I dutifully U-turned and back to MRR II. Then I saw another road, quite a number of cars heading to this road call Jalan Semerah Padi. I have this perception that if got cars go, then it’s not a bad place. Decided to risk my luck and ha… the word Serkut on the road signs. I’m back to Cheras :) and then turning to Jalan Cheras Lama. Maluri JJ? On my right side :)

The way back was another disaster. At that time, I even wished I had stalked my friend when he goes home cos I had to go through 3 times on the same roundabout to get to the road that I want. But I’ll spare you with that.

Looking on the bright side, I have known KL slightly more and perhaps I would get lost in Cheras again. (hopefully)

Deferred due to low BP

I’m not well off, thus I can’t really donate moneyI’m don’t really own anything, thus cant really donate thingsOne thing I know I’m capable of is donating blood. It saves lives and I seriously got nothing to lose… red blood cells lasted for 120 days before “died” (if I remember right, correct me if I’m wrong).

Remember the first time I heard of it, I was seriously enthusiastic of going to donate my blood, unfortunately, I was below the requirement weight. I don’t mind piling up a few kilograms to make myself eligible, after all, my BMI would still be in the normal range. Started to donate blood when I was in my first year of university. Though I don’t go every 3 months, but at least I have been at the National Blood Bank for more than 5 times.

However due to unknown reason, my blood pressure has been way too low to qualify for blood donating. According to the doctor, it is still in the normal range, yet it is at the lower end. My BP was about 97/64, recorded last Saturday. The systolic murmur should at least hit 100 before they allow me to go on with donating. I recalled my BP value used to be about the range of 110/70 but I wonder why that it has dropped. One of my colleague even commented that “Working not stress enough is it?” Well, I also don’t know.

So, calling all doctors, medical students or whoever knows what it is to take to raise my BP, please kindly let me know :)

by nite

2nd Wedding

I wonder if it’s just what or me… I begin to feel that I’m at the age where I’m getting more and more “red bomb”, or what you call wedding invitation. Well, this is why, the title – The 2nd Wedding :)

I have not been so prim and proper so ages. The last time I donned on a blouse and skirt or wore a dress was like… erm… I believe, in January 2003? Or was it January 2004? I think its 2003, my final year annual dinner Yes ;) , it was that long, cant believe that I was actually working for about 2 years? Wow…

Anyway, was invited to a wedding reception in Corus Hotel the last Saturday. My friend willing to fetch me there except on one little detail. I was not allowed to wear T-shirt and jeans, regardless if the T-shirt is new or the jeans is Levi’s. Another one even said that high possibility that I would not be allowed the entry if I am to wear that (I secretly think she is not telling the truth but I was good not to try that).

So the day came, I was exceptionally good girl as I wore a respectable blouse with a skirt, complete with high-heeled sandals. Yes, I can’t believe that I could be that prim and proper My friend came and the minute I opened the door of her Kembara, she stared at me, thought I wore slacks and she would order me to change. Well, I didn’t, thus was allowed to board the car. The “driver” even requested that I called Day to let her know that it is a must to wear skirt or dress. Otherwise, would not fetch her… Nope, I’m not lying…

Unfortunately, I have no proof or evidence for my word. Did not bring camera, though took a few pictures but doubt that I would get the photos. Anyhow, anyway, Day can vouch for me, should there be anyone open their mouth with disbelieve that I actually did behave prim and proper.

Final word, nutritionist did put their knowledge to good use, look pretty with slim figure. Some of them just look stunningly beautiful :)

by nite

Tunnel

It is there, i cant hide
It is there, i'm too tired to fight
Even though i have try all my might
The tunnel just does not have light

The roads are rougher
The potholes are bigger
The tunnel seems to be longer
and i'm still stuck in the middle

My legs have given up running
My senses have protest to working
My brain has stop turning
I'm still stuck in the tunnel with this poem hanging

Crap

It is now 9.15pm, 14 Feb 2005. As i write this, i'm having a slight headache, a little discomfort or rather experiencing slight epigastric pain. Must be the late dinner. I had just finished washing the dishes. Considered taking gelusil if it worsen. Also at this time, i'm having unilateral right left knee sore. Wonder if it's a "good" sign as my muscles tend to sore when i'm falling sick. Do i see MC tomorrow? Perhaps i shouldn't be so hopeful.

Story begins an hour earlier, out of the blur, it rains!! And at the time when i dont want it to come! i was half roasted back at my hometown. How could it rain now? Especially when i only go to work using this "metal horse" of mine. Somemore right in the evening. Argghh... i've to go through all those drenched spells again.

Ha.. choo.. (3 times) - sign of my MC coming? or just someone cursing me. I have been nice all these while... so people shouldnt be cursing right?

Till then, while i still hoping for a MC. Maybe should stay up a little late to aggravate the outcome ;)

And, i worked yesterday.... no MC in view...


Btw, i had a sms from a friend saying - "happiness isnt the easiet to find, but one place you are guaranteed to find. It is in a friend's LOVE"
So there, Happy Valentine's Day (Though when i post this up, already belated)

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… ;)