Somehow all this tagging is confusing me. I have a whole lotta questions here and I think I may have to answer them. I be tagged by: E.
So here goes.
1.Does the last person you held hands with mean anything to you?
Erm. The last person I held hands with was my friend in Standard Four. He held my hands as we crossed a puddle, and subsequently became my first crush much later. Then of course, after that was consequently my family members la, so yeah, anyone who has held my hands mean something to me.
2. Do you think you're old?
Yeah. 22 is pretty old. I feel old. My back hurts and I feel like I have been working for years.
3. Are you afraid of the dark?
I was. I used to go to my parents room and stare at them sleeping till I felt better.
4. Do you like your life at the moment?
No. I can't buy a camera, I can't land myself a nice guy so I can bring him home to my mom and say 'Mom meet -insert name-' and keep him away from my dad (who WILL be wielding a cleaver), I can't seem to get my brain cells to move, and most of ALL I can't get what I want. So NO. I DO NOT like my life RIGHT now. But I DID like it three weeks ago.
5. Ever talked to someone that was drunk?
I don't associate myself with drunks. But yes, it was my drunk ass uncle. He didn't talk so much as slurred his way into a semi-coherent monologue with me within earshot.
6. How tall is the person you like?
Not very. Nuff' said. I am too tall for everyone anyway.
7. Have you ever lost a friend?
To death, no, but to life? Yes.
8. Did you have a dream last night?
No I didnt. I find myself too jaded to dream. Besides if I do dream anyway its all a bunch of nonsense with Orlando Bloom in it semi-naked. Not that I am complaining....
9. Have you ever crawled through a window?
I'd rather not try. I doubt my window can handle me.
10. What song are you listening to now?
The Unsung War- courtesy of J.
11. How often do you talk on the phone?
Not often at all. Almost never.
12. How happy do you think you are?
Not very. Also 'nuff said. But I am reasonably content and happy enough not to throw myself off a cliff.
13. Are you in a complicated relationship?
With who? What relationship? Lets see. With Maya: yes. With my pillow: yes. With my family: Hell yes. With my self: You betcha. With someone I'd rather not mention: ARE YOU KIDDING me? What kind of meme is this? Complicated is an understatement! All my relationships are complicated.
14. Are you currently frustrated with a boy/girl?
Yes. But this person doesn't know it.
15. What did you do last night?
Nothing. Slept. Sulked.
16. Name one thing that you can't live without.
Thing? Erm. A computer with an Internet connection.
17. Have you made a prank phone call?
No. Why would I???
18. Currently wanting anything?
A new pair of shoes, a digi-cam and a life.
19. When was the last time you cried?
Quite some time ago. For a reason too embarassing to tell.
20. Do you like your hair?
Not right now. But I do, coz its healthy and easy-to-manage.
21. Relationships or one night stands?
RELATIONSHIPS D'OH. Chis.
22. Last person you text messaged?
TK. About work.
23. Have you talked to the boy you like today?
Yes.
24. Are you married?
Erm. Yes. I mean, erm definitely not. (looks furtively around) sorry Christian
25. Want to get married?
Erm, yes. I don't want to die alone and eaten by half-starved dogs.
26. Last time you hugged someone?
Erm. Three weeks ago?
27. Favourite month?
March. D'oh. XD
28. What is on your mind?
Why the heck am I doing this??? And when will I ever get THE pair of perfect shoes????
There you are.
Next I tag J. Muahaha. And MZ as usual. Muahaha.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
This Easter, I Met a Bunny, Only That He Wasn't Happy to Meet Me.
I met a bunny, last Easter-
When I had Easter eggs a-plenty,
and He said to me, he said, he said,
Why don't you take a candy instead?
I shook my head at the Easter Bunny,
probably the last head shake for me,
lo behold, he did, did he? He did!
he bit my head off and sold me for money.
And out of a whim comes a brutal little non-poem.
Doesn't even rhyme. And as I told MZ, its commercialism, I use the Bunny more as a metaphor than anything else.
Doesn't even make sense, but then again, in my sick little brain it kind of does. Because in the end of the day, every day that ends ends with me losing several brain chunks and large parts of my gall-bladder.
Everyday that ends feels as if someone sold my liver for a pittance in the grey market (you have white markets and black markets and grey is just the line where illegal meets the ruling coalition, which, in a sense, is not a difference at all).
I had an Evangelical Easter.
I am Catholic, by the way. Not that it makes any difference either; it's the same God we're bugging every Sunday (and other days in between).
Perhaps one day when we all ascend (or descend) to whatever awaits us at the end, we will see God saying 'You buncha humans, give up war already! We're crowded enuff as it is and there isnt' much space everywhere else either. Just worship me and end the self-righteous war already.'
And then maybe we can stop classifying ourselves in religions. Stop pretending that our little followings is an exclusive club.
But let me say this: it was an eye-opening experience for me, not so much that I am gonna rush out and BE and Evangelist (sorry guys, no offence) for I am born Catholic and will die Catholic but enough to let me see that in the end, we're all in it for the same thing:
Divine intervention, Jesus-sponsored favours and perhaps, most importantly, enough faith to keep us going no matter how shitty our lives can get.
Faith, as I say sometimes, is a wonderful, powerful thing. Simply to know that some one, up there, unjudging and unfliching and forgiving, is amazing. You can be utter shit, but He loves you anyway.
I had a Catholic Good Friday.
And as Catholic as one can get, too. Went up to (I think) one of THE oldest churches in Malaysia, St Peter's church, 1710. 1710! Even my great great great great grandpa wasn't born yet!
And every year, as always, we arrive to light offertory candles, attend the Passion of Christ and then onward to the Way of the Cross and the procession of the Body of Christ.
Somehow, the grief, that unexplainable grief that takes your heart and creeps straight into your soul will never be justified in words.
Standing there, with the reminder of what Jesus went through for me, and with the miserable hymns sung in the background (in Hebrew) I truly felt for that few moments what inexplicable sorrow can do to your very spirit.
Its horrid.
To feel sad for no appearant reason, and to want to cry and fall to your knees and repent and perhaps tear out your hair (if one is sinful enough)... I didnt' do any of those but if I had knocked back a couple o'drinks I would have. (Not that I drink anyway)
Jokes (dark and morbid) aside, Good Friday has always held a special meaning for me. Perhaps of a dream I had years and years ago.
I was there, at the bottom of a stair that seemed to stretch on for miles and miles. The stone of the stairs were yellowed, and cracked in some places. I knew I had to go somewhere, but I wanst' sure where.
A grill door, just behind me, a church, I think, thats where I was at.
A church.
I went months after I had the dream to a new church and I recognised the church, though I'd never been there. It wasnt till I was leaving the church when I realised I saw it in this dream.
And I walked slowly up the stairs, and I slowly trudged up.
At the very top, there He was on a cross, dying, bleeding for me.
And in my dream all I did was weep.
I cried for him, and I cried for me, and in my dream I felt sorrow so acute, I remember it even as I type this down. And I remember hearing his voice, I don't remember what he said, but I know I cried harder after he spoke.
And I woke up. I never had that dream again. Once was enough.
I know this post is odd.
I hope this post did not make anyone uncomfortable. I just wanted to share what I don't really share with people-my religion.
I am not religious, you know.
Bt ever so often, I get spells where I feel that I need to remind myself that God is still there waiting for me to get my ass moving and start talking to him again.
I will.
Goodnight, ya'll.
When I had Easter eggs a-plenty,
and He said to me, he said, he said,
Why don't you take a candy instead?
I shook my head at the Easter Bunny,
probably the last head shake for me,
lo behold, he did, did he? He did!
he bit my head off and sold me for money.
The Bunny Bites Heads - Pauline Wong
And out of a whim comes a brutal little non-poem.
Doesn't even rhyme. And as I told MZ, its commercialism, I use the Bunny more as a metaphor than anything else.
Doesn't even make sense, but then again, in my sick little brain it kind of does. Because in the end of the day, every day that ends ends with me losing several brain chunks and large parts of my gall-bladder.
Everyday that ends feels as if someone sold my liver for a pittance in the grey market (you have white markets and black markets and grey is just the line where illegal meets the ruling coalition, which, in a sense, is not a difference at all).
I had an Evangelical Easter.
I am Catholic, by the way. Not that it makes any difference either; it's the same God we're bugging every Sunday (and other days in between).
Perhaps one day when we all ascend (or descend) to whatever awaits us at the end, we will see God saying 'You buncha humans, give up war already! We're crowded enuff as it is and there isnt' much space everywhere else either. Just worship me and end the self-righteous war already.'
And then maybe we can stop classifying ourselves in religions. Stop pretending that our little followings is an exclusive club.
But let me say this: it was an eye-opening experience for me, not so much that I am gonna rush out and BE and Evangelist (sorry guys, no offence) for I am born Catholic and will die Catholic but enough to let me see that in the end, we're all in it for the same thing:
Divine intervention, Jesus-sponsored favours and perhaps, most importantly, enough faith to keep us going no matter how shitty our lives can get.
Faith, as I say sometimes, is a wonderful, powerful thing. Simply to know that some one, up there, unjudging and unfliching and forgiving, is amazing. You can be utter shit, but He loves you anyway.
I had a Catholic Good Friday.
And as Catholic as one can get, too. Went up to (I think) one of THE oldest churches in Malaysia, St Peter's church, 1710. 1710! Even my great great great great grandpa wasn't born yet!
And every year, as always, we arrive to light offertory candles, attend the Passion of Christ and then onward to the Way of the Cross and the procession of the Body of Christ.
Somehow, the grief, that unexplainable grief that takes your heart and creeps straight into your soul will never be justified in words.
Standing there, with the reminder of what Jesus went through for me, and with the miserable hymns sung in the background (in Hebrew) I truly felt for that few moments what inexplicable sorrow can do to your very spirit.
Its horrid.
To feel sad for no appearant reason, and to want to cry and fall to your knees and repent and perhaps tear out your hair (if one is sinful enough)... I didnt' do any of those but if I had knocked back a couple o'drinks I would have. (Not that I drink anyway)
Jokes (dark and morbid) aside, Good Friday has always held a special meaning for me. Perhaps of a dream I had years and years ago.
I was there, at the bottom of a stair that seemed to stretch on for miles and miles. The stone of the stairs were yellowed, and cracked in some places. I knew I had to go somewhere, but I wanst' sure where.
A grill door, just behind me, a church, I think, thats where I was at.
A church.
I went months after I had the dream to a new church and I recognised the church, though I'd never been there. It wasnt till I was leaving the church when I realised I saw it in this dream.
And I walked slowly up the stairs, and I slowly trudged up.
At the very top, there He was on a cross, dying, bleeding for me.
And in my dream all I did was weep.
I cried for him, and I cried for me, and in my dream I felt sorrow so acute, I remember it even as I type this down. And I remember hearing his voice, I don't remember what he said, but I know I cried harder after he spoke.
And I woke up. I never had that dream again. Once was enough.
I know this post is odd.
I hope this post did not make anyone uncomfortable. I just wanted to share what I don't really share with people-my religion.
I am not religious, you know.
Bt ever so often, I get spells where I feel that I need to remind myself that God is still there waiting for me to get my ass moving and start talking to him again.
I will.
Goodnight, ya'll.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Me ME? Meme? MEME?
I got tagged. Can't remember if V tagged me or E tagged me. So I am supposed to do a meme (?) and erm, I still have NO idea what it is... but thanks to my gorgeously big brain (insert disbelieving snort) I have sort of figured it out. I tag....... J! I tag J! Do a meme! I also tag MZ.
So here goes ya...
1. When you look into the mirror...
Erm, I rarely do. Unless its to check my hair and make sure I look remotely human, or to make sure I dont scare away small children and small animals. But when I DO, erm, I see a flat nose, pimples and a face only a mother could love. Then again, if mothers love K and sweet girls like V also loves K... I think I should be fine. Hahahaha. (insert: Damn whales!-K)
2. When did you last see someone picking their nose?
Erm. Two hours ago? Some chink dude in his Wira. Chish. Its disgusting, but hey, we ALL do it.
3. What are you doing now?
Typing out answers to this meme.. wait. Thats what EVERYONE answers. No. I am gonna be different. I am eliminating WORLD HUNGER as we speak. (or write)
4. What would be the best birthday present?
A new brain. Hahaha. No la. Hmm.. best b-day pressie eh? Since I JUST had me bday, I can't really say... *pretend paiseh* Actually, any Sims2 EP's would be excellent. Hahaha. Though just being with good friends and good food is just the best. And with my family too! Thats even better.
5. Who do you think is hot right this moment?
Ohhhhhhhh. Wrong question to ask me.... I think:
1) Jason Castro of AI 7: Puppy dog eyes the shade of the sky. Sweet, sleepy smile. Shy, awkward demeanour. Need I say more???!!
2) That Caucasian guy I saw on the LRT. He has the best erm, *ahem* rear view I've ever seen.
3) My brother.
GOTCHA! Yes, he is HOT at the moment b'coz his NEW APARTMENT has only ONE ceiling fan, and it doesnt work so good. He sure is hot right now. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHA. Gave you guys a fright eh?
6. Who annoyed you recently?
My Maya. She clambered on my clean jeans and successfully turned it into dirty jeans. But I forgave her in 2 secs cause she looked SO CHEWT and SO apologetic. *melts*
7. Where did you meet your loved one? If you have yet to find, where do you plan to meet him/her?
I met Maya at the SPCA. She was all brown and white and furry and tiny and she was looking at me like I was the ONE. She licked my fingers. She gave me a look that said 'Love me'. And then I plunked down RM 250 and got myself a licky, jumpy, sneaky and fussy medium-sized mutt with a sassy attitude and a tendency to sleep on her job.
8. How will you use this meme for the benefit of mankind?
I wont. Because I still dont grasp the concept of a meme just yet and I think I had better not unleash something that may potentially cause a fatal pandemic of Internet nonsense.
Did I get that? Is it right?
Nvm. Goodnight. ^^
So here goes ya...
1. When you look into the mirror...
Erm, I rarely do. Unless its to check my hair and make sure I look remotely human, or to make sure I dont scare away small children and small animals. But when I DO, erm, I see a flat nose, pimples and a face only a mother could love. Then again, if mothers love K and sweet girls like V also loves K... I think I should be fine. Hahahaha. (insert: Damn whales!-K)
2. When did you last see someone picking their nose?
Erm. Two hours ago? Some chink dude in his Wira. Chish. Its disgusting, but hey, we ALL do it.
3. What are you doing now?
Typing out answers to this meme.. wait. Thats what EVERYONE answers. No. I am gonna be different. I am eliminating WORLD HUNGER as we speak. (or write)
4. What would be the best birthday present?
A new brain. Hahaha. No la. Hmm.. best b-day pressie eh? Since I JUST had me bday, I can't really say... *pretend paiseh* Actually, any Sims2 EP's would be excellent. Hahaha. Though just being with good friends and good food is just the best. And with my family too! Thats even better.
5. Who do you think is hot right this moment?
Ohhhhhhhh. Wrong question to ask me.... I think:
1) Jason Castro of AI 7: Puppy dog eyes the shade of the sky. Sweet, sleepy smile. Shy, awkward demeanour. Need I say more???!!
2) That Caucasian guy I saw on the LRT. He has the best erm, *ahem* rear view I've ever seen.
3) My brother.
GOTCHA! Yes, he is HOT at the moment b'coz his NEW APARTMENT has only ONE ceiling fan, and it doesnt work so good. He sure is hot right now. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHA. Gave you guys a fright eh?
6. Who annoyed you recently?
My Maya. She clambered on my clean jeans and successfully turned it into dirty jeans. But I forgave her in 2 secs cause she looked SO CHEWT and SO apologetic. *melts*
7. Where did you meet your loved one? If you have yet to find, where do you plan to meet him/her?
I met Maya at the SPCA. She was all brown and white and furry and tiny and she was looking at me like I was the ONE. She licked my fingers. She gave me a look that said 'Love me'. And then I plunked down RM 250 and got myself a licky, jumpy, sneaky and fussy medium-sized mutt with a sassy attitude and a tendency to sleep on her job.
8. How will you use this meme for the benefit of mankind?
I wont. Because I still dont grasp the concept of a meme just yet and I think I had better not unleash something that may potentially cause a fatal pandemic of Internet nonsense.
Did I get that? Is it right?
Nvm. Goodnight. ^^
Sunday, March 16, 2008
5 pm
The earliest I ever left. Work.
Not the Earth. If I were to leave Earth it would be at 12.37 midnight. Why? No reason.
Well. A few things happened to me that in the span of 3 or 4 days it did, never will it happen again; not so quickly and not so suddenly.
Patchwork.
Lots of it; not many on my part. But patchwork. In which the patch did some to mend the rend, and perhaps in time the tear will no longer be seen.
In time, this rip will most likely heal. But stitches still there, see? Perhaps time will mend all.
Dinner.
At an Old Town. Let me say that the Old Town branch at good ol' Uni (well, in Jaya One but Uni nonetheless) is pretty good. If one avoids lunch crowds. The dinner crowd is good.
MZ and me had dinner. Nice one, which we spent debating the finer points on how work brings out the best, and in some, the worst in each of us. How work has made some of us into machines of self-destruction or machines with no souls.
No souls. I know a few.
Moving Out.
My brother is. He has left the official resident of the Wong's and hence, I shall have his room. Its smelly, small and cramped, but holy Lord Almighty, its MY room.
Lord bless brothers who move out.
Normalcy.
Elections 08 is over, and much as I have refrained about blogging about it (despite being thrown straight into the fray) I am glad, for many reasons.
This spells a free-er press (hopefully), a less corrupt government (we can only hope) and reduction of crime (if only!).
And perhaps, if we wish hard enough, a better chance for representation and equal opportunity for all races. That is what I, and many Malaysians, hope for; equal chance. Equality and its equally elusive friend, the Breakdown of the Racial Barrier.
Sims 2.
OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE SIMS2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not the Earth. If I were to leave Earth it would be at 12.37 midnight. Why? No reason.
Well. A few things happened to me that in the span of 3 or 4 days it did, never will it happen again; not so quickly and not so suddenly.
Patchwork.
Lots of it; not many on my part. But patchwork. In which the patch did some to mend the rend, and perhaps in time the tear will no longer be seen.
In time, this rip will most likely heal. But stitches still there, see? Perhaps time will mend all.
Dinner.
At an Old Town. Let me say that the Old Town branch at good ol' Uni (well, in Jaya One but Uni nonetheless) is pretty good. If one avoids lunch crowds. The dinner crowd is good.
MZ and me had dinner. Nice one, which we spent debating the finer points on how work brings out the best, and in some, the worst in each of us. How work has made some of us into machines of self-destruction or machines with no souls.
No souls. I know a few.
Moving Out.
My brother is. He has left the official resident of the Wong's and hence, I shall have his room. Its smelly, small and cramped, but holy Lord Almighty, its MY room.
Lord bless brothers who move out.
Normalcy.
Elections 08 is over, and much as I have refrained about blogging about it (despite being thrown straight into the fray) I am glad, for many reasons.
This spells a free-er press (hopefully), a less corrupt government (we can only hope) and reduction of crime (if only!).
And perhaps, if we wish hard enough, a better chance for representation and equal opportunity for all races. That is what I, and many Malaysians, hope for; equal chance. Equality and its equally elusive friend, the Breakdown of the Racial Barrier.
Sims 2.
OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE SIMS2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
6 pm
An early day out.
Left office a lot earlier than I've been able to for a long time. And it feels great.
Its been the most interesting few days of my life; I learnt a LOT, ate a LOT and slept very LITTLE.
And I have discovered something I am thoroughly disappointed by.
Let me just say this:
Its a tacit agreement between us interns that we NEVER sell each other out, backstab or make each other look bad. We watch each other's backs.
But from what I gather, a memo on this had been missed. I am appalled.
From now on, its all-out war.
Good, honest, hard work will get one a LOT further than butt-kissing and glory-stealing. And that's a fact.
Karma.
Heard of it?
I am gonna put in all my effort from now on.
And, on to more pleasant matters...
Ahem.
Oddly enough, met MZ, J and Mr. Foo and J's old classmate, A, at the LRT station. Always glad to make new friends :).
MZ and Mr. Foo were headed to a first-day stamp thingy (the stamps glow-in-the-dark, hence MZ's fascination) and J and A headed home. We all met by some weird chance of fate at the LRT station. Thats nice. Brightened up my day.
Had a story which turned out to be a red herring from a sour grape. Haih.
Anyways. I am tired.
Tired of the feeling of disappointment with a particular person. Wishing this person would wake up and realize that this person is ruining itself and hurting friends. But this person will never wake up.
Ah well.
Left office a lot earlier than I've been able to for a long time. And it feels great.
Its been the most interesting few days of my life; I learnt a LOT, ate a LOT and slept very LITTLE.
And I have discovered something I am thoroughly disappointed by.
Let me just say this:
Its a tacit agreement between us interns that we NEVER sell each other out, backstab or make each other look bad. We watch each other's backs.
But from what I gather, a memo on this had been missed. I am appalled.
From now on, its all-out war.
Good, honest, hard work will get one a LOT further than butt-kissing and glory-stealing. And that's a fact.
Karma.
Heard of it?
I am gonna put in all my effort from now on.
And, on to more pleasant matters...
Ahem.
Oddly enough, met MZ, J and Mr. Foo and J's old classmate, A, at the LRT station. Always glad to make new friends :).
MZ and Mr. Foo were headed to a first-day stamp thingy (the stamps glow-in-the-dark, hence MZ's fascination) and J and A headed home. We all met by some weird chance of fate at the LRT station. Thats nice. Brightened up my day.
Had a story which turned out to be a red herring from a sour grape. Haih.
Anyways. I am tired.
Tired of the feeling of disappointment with a particular person. Wishing this person would wake up and realize that this person is ruining itself and hurting friends. But this person will never wake up.
Ah well.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
5 am
The earliest I ever went home.
(XD)
So it was Polling Day, right, and there I was, at like, 5.15 pm (on Saturday!) and I am wearing my 'MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU' T-shirt (as mentioned two posts past) and I was ready to GO!
Though, despite a last-minute scare regarding the list and numbers which did not tally (why am I not surprised?) on Friday, and me being off on that day and wringing my hands helplessly at home, all was, well, supposed to go well. It really was.
Game plan:
Two people take down results.
Four people manning the InDesign scorecards
Four people manning the Excel sheets for analysis and statistics generation.
Results ----> InDesign ----> Excel.
Excellent!
So it started around 10++, the results began trickling in. One piece by one piece we printed from Bernama.
Then Bernama died.
Followed by chaos.
The rest was a catch-up game where everyone had different results and everyone did everything by themselves. No more cohesion.
Sigh.
But, it all turned out well enough, albeit a REALLY late night (or shall I say early morning?).
Ahem.
But on to my Whine of the Week:
Not whine, more like growling internally.
I don't get mad. I don't hold grudges. I don't generally bite people's heads off (except when I am caught at a bad time) and I certainly do not like to hate people for the heck of it.
But I am getting mad.
I am getting seriously pissed.
I don't know why, but I DO know what it is. In fact, I know why as well, but I am not about to say it here.
I am generally too blur and too simple-minded (or according to J, goblok) to ever suspect people of double-crossing me or going out to sabotage me. I am not one to want to take credit, even if it was work on my part because despite all my shortcomings, glory-seeking, I assure you, is NOT one of them. I have far too little self-love for glory-seeking.
I am blur. I am rather dum-dumb. I am not sharp. I am overly loud, bossy and have control issues. (And a whole load of other shortcomings)
But hella no, I ain't a glory seeker.
Some, however, have no qualms. And some, however, can be expected to do things despicable and horrible in nature. Some, in fact, delight in it.
I have met many, but there is a bridge between me and an entity I refuse to name that is slowly crumbling, and worse, both sides know it. Both sides refuse to show it.
I am not yet willing to destroy this bridge.
Because I believe the bridge ain't bad.
I know, though, that the other end is not keen on anything except itself.
Too bad.
After all that is said and done, I am tired. I want to go to sleep.
Goodnight.
(XD)
So it was Polling Day, right, and there I was, at like, 5.15 pm (on Saturday!) and I am wearing my 'MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU' T-shirt (as mentioned two posts past) and I was ready to GO!
Though, despite a last-minute scare regarding the list and numbers which did not tally (why am I not surprised?) on Friday, and me being off on that day and wringing my hands helplessly at home, all was, well, supposed to go well. It really was.
Game plan:
Two people take down results.
Four people manning the InDesign scorecards
Four people manning the Excel sheets for analysis and statistics generation.
Results ----> InDesign ----> Excel.
Excellent!
So it started around 10++, the results began trickling in. One piece by one piece we printed from Bernama.
Then Bernama died.
Followed by chaos.
The rest was a catch-up game where everyone had different results and everyone did everything by themselves. No more cohesion.
Sigh.
But, it all turned out well enough, albeit a REALLY late night (or shall I say early morning?).
Ahem.
But on to my Whine of the Week:
Not whine, more like growling internally.
I don't get mad. I don't hold grudges. I don't generally bite people's heads off (except when I am caught at a bad time) and I certainly do not like to hate people for the heck of it.
But I am getting mad.
I am getting seriously pissed.
I don't know why, but I DO know what it is. In fact, I know why as well, but I am not about to say it here.
I am generally too blur and too simple-minded (or according to J, goblok) to ever suspect people of double-crossing me or going out to sabotage me. I am not one to want to take credit, even if it was work on my part because despite all my shortcomings, glory-seeking, I assure you, is NOT one of them. I have far too little self-love for glory-seeking.
I am blur. I am rather dum-dumb. I am not sharp. I am overly loud, bossy and have control issues. (And a whole load of other shortcomings)
But hella no, I ain't a glory seeker.
Some, however, have no qualms. And some, however, can be expected to do things despicable and horrible in nature. Some, in fact, delight in it.
I have met many, but there is a bridge between me and an entity I refuse to name that is slowly crumbling, and worse, both sides know it. Both sides refuse to show it.
I am not yet willing to destroy this bridge.
Because I believe the bridge ain't bad.
I know, though, that the other end is not keen on anything except itself.
Too bad.
After all that is said and done, I am tired. I want to go to sleep.
Goodnight.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Strawberry Fields and Statistics
So it's TWO days after my birthday... So I am officially an old hag at the ripe old age of 22.
Its been a GREAT Birthday, and it's thanks to these people:
My family. Especially brother dearest. XD
J, K, V and MZ.
Ah, MZ.
Ahem. I had a total moment of goblokness where I forgot that the person who actually celebrated my b-day with me ON my b-day was MZ. Ehe. So, to make up for my silly mistake and to placate her ('miao', she said) THIS post is, well, for her. XD
AHEM.
Strawberry Fields
Lunch, at a place where the only thing on the menu with strawberries in it is Strawberry Milkshake, nothing else, but is called Strawberry Fields, well, I digress but the name of the place always gets to me. Heh.
Anyway.
Lunch, with MZ, after a morning spent freezing. I found out she was on leave, and I insinuated my wish to have a niiiiice lunch out. She forgot my birthday though. XP. She thought it was the 25th. (Four years, MZ! Four years! -sob) But anyways.
So she came and got me at around 1 pm, where we proceeded to have lunch (her treat, thanks MZ) and on the menu:
Butter Cream fish rice (which they messed up coz' I actually ordered buttercream chicken) and buttercream seafood rice.
Onion Rings.
Potato Salad.
Not bad, considering the helpings are all reasonably big and the price was not too bad either. Normal la, for KL/PJ.
It was a good lunch, talked a lot and generally I felt muuuuucchhh better after that. If there is another thing I learnt about work is that there are good days, and there are pretty f***ed up days. I had a pretty f***ed up day that day and lunch with MZ made it actually just that much better.
Really.
For those who read my blog, I declare MZ may be scary (don't deny it MZ!) but she is a great friend and wonderful company. And I am not JUST saying that 'cause this post is for her. I mean it.
Friendship, with all its ups, downs and in-betweens, is a wonderful thing that gets better when you put enough effort into it. And that means sometimes giving in and just letting go to please the person who, in every sense, is your friend. Not worth losing a friend by being pig-headed and insist on having your way everytime.
Of course, there are those who pose as your friends, and these we don't need. Nopety. We can dump THOSE in the trash can.
And recently, I have come to discover a few of those. And I must say I am rather hurt. Ah well. What to do?
I recently heard (and sometimes I think we should never trust everything one person says, especially when that person changes the story when you ask 'Sure?') that someone had not bothered to actually think about me in a situation that would surely cause me trouble if I had not been in the know. Hmm. Ah well. As I have not the full details, I shall use my own discretion and not answer any questions regarding this cryptic message till I have all the details.
Ahem.
But anyways...
Statistics
I am now officially Stats Girl for Elections 2008. Wanna know how many % of Chinese there are in Pulau Tikus? 77.1%! Wanna know how many Indians there are in Kelantan? None! Hahahaha. No la. But seriously.
I do the charts, (dummy and otherwise, so the graphics people can work their mo-jo) and I collect data, which, in all circumstance, considering the amount of mistakes that slipped past the noses of THREE people, I have to re-count many things. Work will be mad tomorrow.
Ah well. Bring on the blurred eyes!
Okay, I end here. I've got to try to get IMVU running now.
Goodnight ya'll.
Its been a GREAT Birthday, and it's thanks to these people:
My family. Especially brother dearest. XD
J, K, V and MZ.
Ah, MZ.
Ahem. I had a total moment of goblokness where I forgot that the person who actually celebrated my b-day with me ON my b-day was MZ. Ehe. So, to make up for my silly mistake and to placate her ('miao', she said) THIS post is, well, for her. XD
AHEM.
Strawberry Fields
Lunch, at a place where the only thing on the menu with strawberries in it is Strawberry Milkshake, nothing else, but is called Strawberry Fields, well, I digress but the name of the place always gets to me. Heh.
Anyway.
Lunch, with MZ, after a morning spent freezing. I found out she was on leave, and I insinuated my wish to have a niiiiice lunch out. She forgot my birthday though. XP. She thought it was the 25th. (Four years, MZ! Four years! -sob) But anyways.
So she came and got me at around 1 pm, where we proceeded to have lunch (her treat, thanks MZ) and on the menu:
Butter Cream fish rice (which they messed up coz' I actually ordered buttercream chicken) and buttercream seafood rice.
Onion Rings.
Potato Salad.
Not bad, considering the helpings are all reasonably big and the price was not too bad either. Normal la, for KL/PJ.
It was a good lunch, talked a lot and generally I felt muuuuucchhh better after that. If there is another thing I learnt about work is that there are good days, and there are pretty f***ed up days. I had a pretty f***ed up day that day and lunch with MZ made it actually just that much better.
Really.
For those who read my blog, I declare MZ may be scary (don't deny it MZ!) but she is a great friend and wonderful company. And I am not JUST saying that 'cause this post is for her. I mean it.
Friendship, with all its ups, downs and in-betweens, is a wonderful thing that gets better when you put enough effort into it. And that means sometimes giving in and just letting go to please the person who, in every sense, is your friend. Not worth losing a friend by being pig-headed and insist on having your way everytime.
Of course, there are those who pose as your friends, and these we don't need. Nopety. We can dump THOSE in the trash can.
And recently, I have come to discover a few of those. And I must say I am rather hurt. Ah well. What to do?
I recently heard (and sometimes I think we should never trust everything one person says, especially when that person changes the story when you ask 'Sure?') that someone had not bothered to actually think about me in a situation that would surely cause me trouble if I had not been in the know. Hmm. Ah well. As I have not the full details, I shall use my own discretion and not answer any questions regarding this cryptic message till I have all the details.
Ahem.
But anyways...
Statistics
I am now officially Stats Girl for Elections 2008. Wanna know how many % of Chinese there are in Pulau Tikus? 77.1%! Wanna know how many Indians there are in Kelantan? None! Hahahaha. No la. But seriously.
I do the charts, (dummy and otherwise, so the graphics people can work their mo-jo) and I collect data, which, in all circumstance, considering the amount of mistakes that slipped past the noses of THREE people, I have to re-count many things. Work will be mad tomorrow.
Ah well. Bring on the blurred eyes!
Okay, I end here. I've got to try to get IMVU running now.
Goodnight ya'll.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Then....
While the Cat is Away, the Mouse comes out to Blog
Its 9.30 am in the morning, and thankfully, the Scary Men are not in... YET.
And so, since last night I was out drinking coffee at the Coffee Bean (thanks, brother dearie!) and wallowing in Misery, I could not blog...
I shall blog now. Muahaha.
(If anyone wants to rat on me, go ahead, sure, but I can't guarantee you will survive the end of today. *evil cackle*)
Ahem.
I hereby declare this years' birthday to be the best birthday celebration I have ever had.
I do. I really do.
I shall now proceed to give a blow-by-blow account of what happened yesterday, the 2nd of March.
Chilli's
My first time there ever. I wish I could have uploaded pics, but maybe if you visit the Retarded Journey you'll find some there. Forgive my crappy phone for being crappy.
It was AWESOME. Food great, company great, money well-spent, is what I do declare.
On the menu:
K- Mushroom something burger. Comes with the Tower of Babel disguised as a burger and delicious fries. It was so tall even K could not stuff it into his mouth.
V- Another burger which I don't know the name but had some poor little lost anchovies in it. And fries. Yummm.
J -Monterrey...Monetray... Monteray? Chicken. Came with mashed potatoes (BEST ever mashed potatoes, I do declare, KFC can go hang themselves on a rope made of potato skins) and veggies and a big ass piece of chicken that was truly yummy. Next time we eat there I am getting that.
Me - Lamb shoulder with veggies and mashed potato and garlic bread. YUMMMMMM. The lamb was medium well done, so it was a tad raw-er than I am used to, but it DID add more flavour and tenderness. I ignored the pink and went on eating. D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S. It was marinated with something that tasted a little salty, slightly buttery and with that niiiiiiiiiice lamb muskiness that I and my dad LOVE but my mom hates. XD.
Also on the menu:
1. Bottom-less Tor-something chips. Witrh salsa. Mmmmmm.
2. Chocolate brownies with ice-cream and fudge, compliments of Chilli's and K's sneaky ways. We (me and J) has wanted to be spared the embarrassment, but he snuck off 'to wash hands' and then the cat was let outta the bag when the girl came and asked him about it. Totally spoil the surprise. XD. But it was GREAT so thanks, u dumbass!
Shopping!
Went shopping for V's peep-toe shoes and a few little trinklets for me! OOOOHHHHH by the way, for girls reading my blog...
AXXEZZ is HAVING A SALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! up to 50% off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Till end of the month. Midvalley branch. Go go go go go!!!!
Bought me a gorgeous blue bracelet with a delicate blue flower made of (maybe) thin porcelain and little flowers along the sides. It is made with those uber-charming bronze-ish metal that looks really antique and special. ONLY RM 30 from original price of RM 60. My jaw was dropping. And a pretty little butterfly earing. Heh.
V bought her peep-toes (RM 42!) with 4-inch? heels and it was black with grey trimmings. Very sophisticated yet young. It hurt her, I can tell, but beauty is pain!!!!!!! Hahahaha. It looked totally cute on her.
Presents!!!
Best part of having a b-day! Hahahahahaha! Here's my haul for the year:
From J: Misery by Stephen King. A book I've wanted to read ever since he told me about it. I am touched that he remembered. Thanks bunches mi amigo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE it!!!!!!! Truly un-putdownable.
From V and K : A gorgeous pair of blue-butterfly earings from Jonker Street and a T-shirt which says 'MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU'. XD they got an identical one for J, and the reason for it was we committed Lego Star Wars suicide together in Kajang. HAHAHAHA. For more info, read previous post.
From Bro: RM 60. For which I spent on a BEAUTIFUL bracelet (as mentioned above) and on Chili's. Heh.
From sis: More headaches. Hahahahahaha.
From my parents: My choice on the menu on dinner on Saturday. Yay!
Horrible thing though, happened at the end of the day: V's phone got stolen by some &$!#&!$#^%!$#^!#^!@$#!^$#$^!#^$!@#!@%. Bastard.
We, as usual, made stupid jokes, laughed and had a 'whale' of a time. Hahahahaha. Whee.
So.
Its back to work. Sigh.
Oh well.
Wish me luck guys, and THANKS Y'ALL for my pressies.
I heart you guys. I do.
And so, since last night I was out drinking coffee at the Coffee Bean (thanks, brother dearie!) and wallowing in Misery, I could not blog...
I shall blog now. Muahaha.
(If anyone wants to rat on me, go ahead, sure, but I can't guarantee you will survive the end of today. *evil cackle*)
Ahem.
I hereby declare this years' birthday to be the best birthday celebration I have ever had.
I do. I really do.
I shall now proceed to give a blow-by-blow account of what happened yesterday, the 2nd of March.
Chilli's
My first time there ever. I wish I could have uploaded pics, but maybe if you visit the Retarded Journey you'll find some there. Forgive my crappy phone for being crappy.
It was AWESOME. Food great, company great, money well-spent, is what I do declare.
On the menu:
K- Mushroom something burger. Comes with the Tower of Babel disguised as a burger and delicious fries. It was so tall even K could not stuff it into his mouth.
V- Another burger which I don't know the name but had some poor little lost anchovies in it. And fries. Yummm.
J -Monterrey...Monetray... Monteray? Chicken. Came with mashed potatoes (BEST ever mashed potatoes, I do declare, KFC can go hang themselves on a rope made of potato skins) and veggies and a big ass piece of chicken that was truly yummy. Next time we eat there I am getting that.
Me - Lamb shoulder with veggies and mashed potato and garlic bread. YUMMMMMM. The lamb was medium well done, so it was a tad raw-er than I am used to, but it DID add more flavour and tenderness. I ignored the pink and went on eating. D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S. It was marinated with something that tasted a little salty, slightly buttery and with that niiiiiiiiiice lamb muskiness that I and my dad LOVE but my mom hates. XD.
Also on the menu:
1. Bottom-less Tor-something chips. Witrh salsa. Mmmmmm.
2. Chocolate brownies with ice-cream and fudge, compliments of Chilli's and K's sneaky ways. We (me and J) has wanted to be spared the embarrassment, but he snuck off 'to wash hands' and then the cat was let outta the bag when the girl came and asked him about it. Totally spoil the surprise. XD. But it was GREAT so thanks, u dumbass!
Shopping!
Went shopping for V's peep-toe shoes and a few little trinklets for me! OOOOHHHHH by the way, for girls reading my blog...
AXXEZZ is HAVING A SALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! up to 50% off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Till end of the month. Midvalley branch. Go go go go go!!!!
Bought me a gorgeous blue bracelet with a delicate blue flower made of (maybe) thin porcelain and little flowers along the sides. It is made with those uber-charming bronze-ish metal that looks really antique and special. ONLY RM 30 from original price of RM 60. My jaw was dropping. And a pretty little butterfly earing. Heh.
V bought her peep-toes (RM 42!) with 4-inch? heels and it was black with grey trimmings. Very sophisticated yet young. It hurt her, I can tell, but beauty is pain!!!!!!! Hahahaha. It looked totally cute on her.
Presents!!!
Best part of having a b-day! Hahahahahaha! Here's my haul for the year:
From J: Misery by Stephen King. A book I've wanted to read ever since he told me about it. I am touched that he remembered. Thanks bunches mi amigo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE it!!!!!!! Truly un-putdownable.
From V and K : A gorgeous pair of blue-butterfly earings from Jonker Street and a T-shirt which says 'MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU'. XD they got an identical one for J, and the reason for it was we committed Lego Star Wars suicide together in Kajang. HAHAHAHA. For more info, read previous post.
From Bro: RM 60. For which I spent on a BEAUTIFUL bracelet (as mentioned above) and on Chili's. Heh.
From sis: More headaches. Hahahahahaha.
From my parents: My choice on the menu on dinner on Saturday. Yay!
Horrible thing though, happened at the end of the day: V's phone got stolen by some &$!#&!$#^%!$#^!#^!@$#!^$#$^!#^$!@#!@%. Bastard.
We, as usual, made stupid jokes, laughed and had a 'whale' of a time. Hahahahaha. Whee.
So.
Its back to work. Sigh.
Oh well.
Wish me luck guys, and THANKS Y'ALL for my pressies.
I heart you guys. I do.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Its been a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong Saturday.
I came to work slightly before 9, thanks to the wonders of the no-man's train.
Took a cab to avoid waiting like a fool at the bus stop and breathing in a bazillion micro-scopic molecules of delicious CO. Braved the heavy drizzle to get to the office.
The day is almost at an end, and I sit as quietly as possible to avoid being called to do work. I have church to go to; my spiritual sustenance is now at Ground Zero and is the equivalent of a stone in the courtyard of a corrupt politician.
Hah.
DinNer @ KfC
Yesterday saw a dinner with friends K, J, and V (the three people whom, in absolute honesty, are the 3 of the 5 people I know I can hang out with anytime, anyday, anywhere -family excluded)
My favourite three people for hang-outs, dinners and all manner of lepak-ing.
Ate at Sec14's KFC, where we proceeded (well, at least I proceeded) to be the noisiest buncha kids on the ground floor. XD. Sorry. My social skills are rusty from being mostly silent and brooding in front of the computer.
Joking, laughing, eating and having a good-ol bitch fest. Just what the doctor ordered. I cannot describe the content grin which was plastered on my face as I rode the train back to Wangsa Maju as anything but mildly idiotic and mostly lunatic.
Still, a tinge of what I thought was regret; turned out it was resignation as to the way things are and always will be.
Here is a little something I randomly came across, never thought I'd start putting videos on me blog though. XD
Turns out its real easy to put videos in. XD
Anyway, the lyrics are easy to catch anyways. I've been listening to it over and over, for some reason I like it. Its miserable really, this song.
I found this song sort of randomly, cause I wanted to put up 'Breakable', also by Ingrid Michaelson. Then I saw this and thought, hey, why not. Listened and loved it.
And with the super-emo video.... Haih.
*emo*
Ahem.
Enjoy, yes, my friends?
See u guys tomorrow, J, K and V!!!!
I came to work slightly before 9, thanks to the wonders of the no-man's train.
Took a cab to avoid waiting like a fool at the bus stop and breathing in a bazillion micro-scopic molecules of delicious CO. Braved the heavy drizzle to get to the office.
The day is almost at an end, and I sit as quietly as possible to avoid being called to do work. I have church to go to; my spiritual sustenance is now at Ground Zero and is the equivalent of a stone in the courtyard of a corrupt politician.
Hah.
DinNer @ KfC
Yesterday saw a dinner with friends K, J, and V (the three people whom, in absolute honesty, are the 3 of the 5 people I know I can hang out with anytime, anyday, anywhere -family excluded)
My favourite three people for hang-outs, dinners and all manner of lepak-ing.
Ate at Sec14's KFC, where we proceeded (well, at least I proceeded) to be the noisiest buncha kids on the ground floor. XD. Sorry. My social skills are rusty from being mostly silent and brooding in front of the computer.
Joking, laughing, eating and having a good-ol bitch fest. Just what the doctor ordered. I cannot describe the content grin which was plastered on my face as I rode the train back to Wangsa Maju as anything but mildly idiotic and mostly lunatic.
Still, a tinge of what I thought was regret; turned out it was resignation as to the way things are and always will be.
Here is a little something I randomly came across, never thought I'd start putting videos on me blog though. XD
Turns out its real easy to put videos in. XD
Anyway, the lyrics are easy to catch anyways. I've been listening to it over and over, for some reason I like it. Its miserable really, this song.
I found this song sort of randomly, cause I wanted to put up 'Breakable', also by Ingrid Michaelson. Then I saw this and thought, hey, why not. Listened and loved it.
And with the super-emo video.... Haih.
*emo*
Ahem.
Enjoy, yes, my friends?
See u guys tomorrow, J, K and V!!!!
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