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