Once upon time, there was a friend. Now this friends lives in a lovely neighbourhood in Bandar Utama. One fine day, a middle aged married couple decided to move in right next to them. Everything was going very well the first few months. They exchanged friendly greetings, friend's mum will sometimes have a short chit-chat while hanging out clothes to dry.
Suddenly, all hell broke loose. New neighbour decided that they could no longer live like a normal human being and decided to torment friend and the neighbourhood. After much analysis from witnessing and experiencing first hand on how she torments the neighbourhood, we've come to a conclusion that new neighbour suffers from psychological disorder; mainly ------> Aggression, Schizophrenia, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Bipolar Disorder.
To know more about new neighbour's bizzare behaviour please click this and then this
Have a good night!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Sydney here I come!
I know I haven't been blogging for quite some time. Well...for those who know me I'm not the biggest fan of writing....sometimes I get lazy and then I procrastinate and etc. Nothing much has been happening lately except for the fact that I'll be leaving for Sydney on the 9th Feb and I'm in the midst of getting all my stuffs ready.
Many have been asking when I'll be back and honestly I myself do not know. So what I usually say is "when my passport expires in 2011". My plan is to try and stay in Sydney for as long as I can and if I can't stay, my next stop would be New Zealand, and then if I still can't find a way to stay I'll pop over to England.
Soon mentioned that David Alice (mutual friend of mine in Sydney but good friend of his) is willing to rent his place to me and it will be fun because he said David will then take me along with him to all the Art Exhibitions. Why Art Exhibitions because apparently David is the Director of Art Muzeum for University of Sydney. But the rent is about AUD150 a week and honestly I don't know if I can afford to pay that much. The area that David is staying is considered one of the 'rich' areas and he is living in a double story town house. He's taking the lower floor and is planning to rent the top floor to me. Soon has told me not to worry because he has already reserved a place for me to work in Jay Jay where he and Alice are currently working and they are paying AUD18++ an hour on weekdays and AUD20++ an hour on weekends. If its still not enough to cover for my expenses I'll probably work at night as well in a restaurant or something.
On another note, my medical check-up report is making me worried because the panel doctor has yet to submit the report to the immigration department. It'll take the Aus government a minimum of 14 working days to process my visa and I don't have much time left until the 9th. I'm crossing my fingers that I'll get my visa by then.
I'm heading back to bed now. Till then!
Many have been asking when I'll be back and honestly I myself do not know. So what I usually say is "when my passport expires in 2011". My plan is to try and stay in Sydney for as long as I can and if I can't stay, my next stop would be New Zealand, and then if I still can't find a way to stay I'll pop over to England.
Soon mentioned that David Alice (mutual friend of mine in Sydney but good friend of his) is willing to rent his place to me and it will be fun because he said David will then take me along with him to all the Art Exhibitions. Why Art Exhibitions because apparently David is the Director of Art Muzeum for University of Sydney. But the rent is about AUD150 a week and honestly I don't know if I can afford to pay that much. The area that David is staying is considered one of the 'rich' areas and he is living in a double story town house. He's taking the lower floor and is planning to rent the top floor to me. Soon has told me not to worry because he has already reserved a place for me to work in Jay Jay where he and Alice are currently working and they are paying AUD18++ an hour on weekdays and AUD20++ an hour on weekends. If its still not enough to cover for my expenses I'll probably work at night as well in a restaurant or something.
On another note, my medical check-up report is making me worried because the panel doctor has yet to submit the report to the immigration department. It'll take the Aus government a minimum of 14 working days to process my visa and I don't have much time left until the 9th. I'm crossing my fingers that I'll get my visa by then.
I'm heading back to bed now. Till then!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Hey Papa....
“Are you free?” Mummy asked as I answered the phone. I was having lunch with Shir on a normal Tuesday afternoon. “Why?” I asked. “Nothing. Just wanted to chit chat with you” she said. The moment she said that I knew something was wrong because she has never called just to chat with me. “Huh?? You called just to chit chat with me? No way. What is it? I’m having lunch with my colleague” I said. “Hehehe…Nothing just wanted to tell you your dad just met with an accident. A Prado hit the back of the car as he was trying to make a U-turn at Taman Tun”. “What?!?” I shouted. “Is he okay? Was it bad?”. “He’s fine. Just that the whole trunk is gone. The other car was speeding and your dad was driving quite slowly so I guess he couldn’t brake on time and he hit the back of the car. I’m waiting for him to come back now. Hehehe…. Anyway just wanted to tell you that’s all”.
As I was walking into the kitchen later that night, Daddy said “I need you to go to the police station with me”. “I thought you’ve already reported this afternoon?” I asked. “Not yet” he replied. Most of the journey to the police station was quiet. Minus the few moments when he was telling me not to drive too near to the car in front just in case they brake suddenly and I’ll bang into them.
When we were at the Police Station, it suddenly hit me how old my dad has become. Mind you my dad is 60 and he still goes for his twice a week badminton session. He makes fantastic food and is always happy telling me how he made certain dishes and what sort of ingredients he used. Now at the station, he no longer stand straight but hunching a little while walking around not sure whether to fill in the form first or to wait for the Police on duty to call for his turn. I took the form and told him he needs to fill it up and give it to the Police.
When it was our turn to report, I realized the reason why he wanted me to be there with him was because we needed to type the report onto the computer ourselves. Unlike a few years back, the police no longer sits and writes for you. While waiting for the Sergeant, I remembered how he used to be the one taking me to the Police Station when I lost my IC, how he arranged for my driving lessons, buying me my air ticket when I was flying to Australia, carrying me into the car and drove me to the doctor when I was having measles because I was too sick to walk, and all the little little things a responsible father would do. Taking us all out for family trip, driving to some god forsaken place for a what he would say “extremely good food where you can’t find anywhere in KL” Every time I’m out with my friends he would sit at his chair waiting for me to come home because I’m constantly home late. The moment he hears the gate he would stand up and walk to the front door with keys in his hands and open up the door for me.
Now, he’s constantly going to the toilet (one of the signs of old age), slowly losing his focus and always forgetting things.
My dad has never been a man with many words. We never share hugs, nor do we tell each other how much we love each other (normal, being in a traditional Chinese family). Even without all these, I know for a fact that he does love me and the family very much from the things he does, and the way he cares for us. 10 years down he would be 70 and I, 34. I’m afraid to even think of how he would be like, then. Will he still be driving around? Will he still be in the kitchen trying to cook his ‘signature’ dishes? Will he still be saying the same old thing he has been saying for the past 15 years ‘Stop coming home so late. Stop spending so much money. Stop driving so fast.’?
But one thing I know for sure that will never change, is the passion we both share for cooking, how alike we actually are in personality no matter how much we try to deny it, how we annoy the hell out of one another due to both our stubbornness, and that he would always be my father, my hero, my role model, and I, the rebellious, stubborn, annoying eldest daughter that will never grow up in his eyes.
As I was walking into the kitchen later that night, Daddy said “I need you to go to the police station with me”. “I thought you’ve already reported this afternoon?” I asked. “Not yet” he replied. Most of the journey to the police station was quiet. Minus the few moments when he was telling me not to drive too near to the car in front just in case they brake suddenly and I’ll bang into them.
When we were at the Police Station, it suddenly hit me how old my dad has become. Mind you my dad is 60 and he still goes for his twice a week badminton session. He makes fantastic food and is always happy telling me how he made certain dishes and what sort of ingredients he used. Now at the station, he no longer stand straight but hunching a little while walking around not sure whether to fill in the form first or to wait for the Police on duty to call for his turn. I took the form and told him he needs to fill it up and give it to the Police.
When it was our turn to report, I realized the reason why he wanted me to be there with him was because we needed to type the report onto the computer ourselves. Unlike a few years back, the police no longer sits and writes for you. While waiting for the Sergeant, I remembered how he used to be the one taking me to the Police Station when I lost my IC, how he arranged for my driving lessons, buying me my air ticket when I was flying to Australia, carrying me into the car and drove me to the doctor when I was having measles because I was too sick to walk, and all the little little things a responsible father would do. Taking us all out for family trip, driving to some god forsaken place for a what he would say “extremely good food where you can’t find anywhere in KL” Every time I’m out with my friends he would sit at his chair waiting for me to come home because I’m constantly home late. The moment he hears the gate he would stand up and walk to the front door with keys in his hands and open up the door for me.
Now, he’s constantly going to the toilet (one of the signs of old age), slowly losing his focus and always forgetting things.
My dad has never been a man with many words. We never share hugs, nor do we tell each other how much we love each other (normal, being in a traditional Chinese family). Even without all these, I know for a fact that he does love me and the family very much from the things he does, and the way he cares for us. 10 years down he would be 70 and I, 34. I’m afraid to even think of how he would be like, then. Will he still be driving around? Will he still be in the kitchen trying to cook his ‘signature’ dishes? Will he still be saying the same old thing he has been saying for the past 15 years ‘Stop coming home so late. Stop spending so much money. Stop driving so fast.’?
But one thing I know for sure that will never change, is the passion we both share for cooking, how alike we actually are in personality no matter how much we try to deny it, how we annoy the hell out of one another due to both our stubbornness, and that he would always be my father, my hero, my role model, and I, the rebellious, stubborn, annoying eldest daughter that will never grow up in his eyes.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Indescent proposal
How do one deals with the situation when a good friends asks you if you'd sleep with them. Bearing in mind both of you are of the same sex(in this case I'm a girl and she's a girl) and she's adamant that she would like to try it out with you. Not because she's a lesbian, but because it is one of her fantasies to sleep with a woman and she would like to experience how it is like to 'lick a p**sy'(literally). In addition, she would like her boyfriend to be in it as well if you're willing, if not he just watch. or if you're still not willing, she'd lock him out and its just a one - to - one (you and her).
The first time she proposed i brushed it off because she was not very direct. It came very subtly and seemed like a joke. The second time it was straight-on right at the face. Today I spoke to her she said she liked me. Part of me felt honoured but the other part of me felt disgusted. How do I turn her down without offending her? At the first place, is it wrong to ask a friend for a favor like that?
I have friends who feel that it is not wrong. They say that this is because subject and me are friends and since she can't just try it out with any tom, dick, and harry, the best person to try it out with is a friend whom she trust. But then again, since she's a friend, how could you even do it and when everything is over, pretend like nothing has ever happened? Will there be a difference towards our friendship? Are we going to start using one another for sex just because we can?
What kind of friendship is this then?
*Billy once told me this scandalistic story when I was in Australia:
He: You know *Linnie and *Lannie are best friends right (*names changed to protect their privacy)
Me: Yeah why?
He: There was one period when they were both single. They just broke up with their boyfriend I think about a month and they were both feeling very horny.
Me: *eyes wide open and fearing for the worst* AND?
He: So they decided since they were both horny and they can't get any guys to f**k they might as well f**k each other.
Me: *jaw nearly dropping to the ground* BUT THEY ARE BOTH BEST FRIENDS! AREN'T THEY DISGUSTED? THEY'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR QUITE SOME TIME RITE? DON'T THEY FEEL EMBARASSED? Imagine....the thought of kissing, licking and sucking your bestfriend's t*ts and p**sy!! EEeeewwww
He: Don't know....they were both very horny wurt....so might as well.... but it was a one off thing...after that they decided it was a stupid thing and they should not do it again. They are both still very close though..... hehehe
Me: ..............
So do these things actually happen? Am I over-reacting? Is this then, still considered as a purely 'platonic' relationship?
The first time she proposed i brushed it off because she was not very direct. It came very subtly and seemed like a joke. The second time it was straight-on right at the face. Today I spoke to her she said she liked me. Part of me felt honoured but the other part of me felt disgusted. How do I turn her down without offending her? At the first place, is it wrong to ask a friend for a favor like that?
I have friends who feel that it is not wrong. They say that this is because subject and me are friends and since she can't just try it out with any tom, dick, and harry, the best person to try it out with is a friend whom she trust. But then again, since she's a friend, how could you even do it and when everything is over, pretend like nothing has ever happened? Will there be a difference towards our friendship? Are we going to start using one another for sex just because we can?
What kind of friendship is this then?
*Billy once told me this scandalistic story when I was in Australia:
He: You know *Linnie and *Lannie are best friends right (*names changed to protect their privacy)
Me: Yeah why?
He: There was one period when they were both single. They just broke up with their boyfriend I think about a month and they were both feeling very horny.
Me: *eyes wide open and fearing for the worst* AND?
He: So they decided since they were both horny and they can't get any guys to f**k they might as well f**k each other.
Me: *jaw nearly dropping to the ground* BUT THEY ARE BOTH BEST FRIENDS! AREN'T THEY DISGUSTED? THEY'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR QUITE SOME TIME RITE? DON'T THEY FEEL EMBARASSED? Imagine....the thought of kissing, licking and sucking your bestfriend's t*ts and p**sy!! EEeeewwww
He: Don't know....they were both very horny wurt....so might as well.... but it was a one off thing...after that they decided it was a stupid thing and they should not do it again. They are both still very close though..... hehehe
Me: ..............
So do these things actually happen? Am I over-reacting? Is this then, still considered as a purely 'platonic' relationship?
The most boring, no-brainer job in the whole wide world........
is telemarketing.
And I'm in it. *faints*
And I'm in it. *faints*
Blogging Time....
A friend was complaining that I hardly ever update my blog. Problem is, I hardly ever go online other than during at work. Don't ask me why, I don't know. It will never occur to me just go online and chat and then blog. Most of the time when things happen to me I 'think' I want to blog about it. Come the time when I get home and I can go online, I don't 'think' I wanna blog about it anymore because I might have already lost all the excitement of writing about it.
I always wonder how some bloggers can keep in mind what they want to blog about and then blog about it maybe 1 month later. Hell I can't even remember things that happened to me 2 weeks before. I guess I just don't have the passion to write like they do. But once in a while I do get the urge to blog. Like now. And I'm at work. Hehe
I always wonder how some bloggers can keep in mind what they want to blog about and then blog about it maybe 1 month later. Hell I can't even remember things that happened to me 2 weeks before. I guess I just don't have the passion to write like they do. But once in a while I do get the urge to blog. Like now. And I'm at work. Hehe
Thursday, November 09, 2006
random questions to past time
Got this off Pinky... Since I no longer need to slave myself for work I have alot of time to do things like this...hhehe
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
Audrey...
2. At what time do you go to sleep?
Depends whether its Mahjong night or not...
3. How many times have you spoken French?
Does Je ne sais pas count?
4. Have you ever drunk milk straight out of the carton?
I don't drink milk
5. Have you ever won a spelling bee
Surprisingly I have
7. How fast can you type?
I don't know....but people who has seen me type saysI'm fast
8. Are you afraid of the dark?
Very
9. Eye color?
errrr.....brown?
11. The worst ex you’ve had?
The one that ate my cherry and cheated my money
12. Do you knock on wood?
All the time.... I need the luck
13. Are you drinking anything right now?
nope!
15. Can you hoola hoop?
Can't la....the hoop wouldn't stay up
16. Are you good at keeping secrets?
I donchickeno...try telling me some
17. What do you want for Christmas?
cash!!! just give me cash!!
18. Do you know the Muffin Man?
Do you know the purple potato?
19. Do you talk in your sleep?
Yeah, I give out 4D numbers....come sleep with me
20. Who wrote the book of love?
Grandpa Moon....Go to Seremban and look for him
21. Have you ever flown a kite?
only once... :(
23. Do you consider yourself successful?
Will answer in 5 years
24. How many people are on your contact list ofyour cell?
Don't know....lost count
25. Have you ever asked for a pony?
No...I've always asked for a dog
26. Plans for tomorrow?
Make-up for Cindy, Dinner and Mahjong...hehe
28. Missing someone now?
Does Clay Aiken count?
31. How are you feeling today?
Extremely good!
32. Are you happy?
Very!
33. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?
Fortunately I was always given second chance
34. What are you looking forward to?
Going back to Australia....
34. Have you ever crawled through a window?
No...there's always the door
35. Have you ever eaten dog food?
yes I have....I was naive enough to believe a friend when she says its edible and she eats it all the time
36. Can you handle the truth?
i donchickeno...try me
37. Do you like green eggs and ham?
Do you like purple potato and orange yam?
38. What 3 things you always bring with you to places?
money, ciggarate, mobile
39. Do you like or have a crush on anyone right now?
errr....Clay Aiken?
40. How many kids do you plan to have?
4!! 2 boys and 2 girls
41. What do you do when no one is watching?
Talk to myself
42. Do you talk to yourself?
Refer above
43. Is there something you want that you can't have?
Many!
44.Three physical features of the opposite sex that you first notice?
Their teeth, their eyes, their smile
45.Who are you thinking about right now?
C*Ba* Soon
46. Who did you last hug?
Audrey....
47. Where is your phone?
In front of me...
48. What was the last thing you ate?
Cornflakes
49. What do you want to do?
Re-write my personal statement
50. Would you ever date anyone on your friendslist?
never say never....
51. What TV Show do you watch?
Anything on Travel and Living
52. What is your cell num?
012 - 755 2525
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
Audrey...
2. At what time do you go to sleep?
Depends whether its Mahjong night or not...
3. How many times have you spoken French?
Does Je ne sais pas count?
4. Have you ever drunk milk straight out of the carton?
I don't drink milk
5. Have you ever won a spelling bee
Surprisingly I have
7. How fast can you type?
I don't know....but people who has seen me type saysI'm fast
8. Are you afraid of the dark?
Very
9. Eye color?
errrr.....brown?
11. The worst ex you’ve had?
The one that ate my cherry and cheated my money
12. Do you knock on wood?
All the time.... I need the luck
13. Are you drinking anything right now?
nope!
15. Can you hoola hoop?
Can't la....the hoop wouldn't stay up
16. Are you good at keeping secrets?
I donchickeno...try telling me some
17. What do you want for Christmas?
cash!!! just give me cash!!
18. Do you know the Muffin Man?
Do you know the purple potato?
19. Do you talk in your sleep?
Yeah, I give out 4D numbers....come sleep with me
20. Who wrote the book of love?
Grandpa Moon....Go to Seremban and look for him
21. Have you ever flown a kite?
only once... :(
23. Do you consider yourself successful?
Will answer in 5 years
24. How many people are on your contact list ofyour cell?
Don't know....lost count
25. Have you ever asked for a pony?
No...I've always asked for a dog
26. Plans for tomorrow?
Make-up for Cindy, Dinner and Mahjong...hehe
28. Missing someone now?
Does Clay Aiken count?
31. How are you feeling today?
Extremely good!
32. Are you happy?
Very!
33. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?
Fortunately I was always given second chance
34. What are you looking forward to?
Going back to Australia....
34. Have you ever crawled through a window?
No...there's always the door
35. Have you ever eaten dog food?
yes I have....I was naive enough to believe a friend when she says its edible and she eats it all the time
36. Can you handle the truth?
i donchickeno...try me
37. Do you like green eggs and ham?
Do you like purple potato and orange yam?
38. What 3 things you always bring with you to places?
money, ciggarate, mobile
39. Do you like or have a crush on anyone right now?
errr....Clay Aiken?
40. How many kids do you plan to have?
4!! 2 boys and 2 girls
41. What do you do when no one is watching?
Talk to myself
42. Do you talk to yourself?
Refer above
43. Is there something you want that you can't have?
Many!
44.Three physical features of the opposite sex that you first notice?
Their teeth, their eyes, their smile
45.Who are you thinking about right now?
C*Ba* Soon
46. Who did you last hug?
Audrey....
47. Where is your phone?
In front of me...
48. What was the last thing you ate?
Cornflakes
49. What do you want to do?
Re-write my personal statement
50. Would you ever date anyone on your friendslist?
never say never....
51. What TV Show do you watch?
Anything on Travel and Living
52. What is your cell num?
012 - 755 2525
Friday, September 15, 2006
A beer on my table, a cig on my hand while listening to boyzone's 'Love me for a reason' hehehe
My standard clock off time at work is between 11pm-12 am. Just last friday I stayed in the office untill 8 am Saturday because the work load was just too much. Poor pinky was keeping me company while watching her cartoons on YouTube (WTF). Appreciated her company though, at least I don't feel so bored and lonely :(
Just the other day my dad was complaining saying the salary that I get is not going to be enough to pay for my medical fees next time and then went ahead to ask me to consider looking for a new job (WTF).
On another note....I was having lunch the other with my new colleague. Apparently she knows palm reading and face fengshui. So she took my right hand and the first thing that she said was 'Damn! your love life sucks!!!'. Fantastic...just fantastic....exactly what I want to hear '=_= then she went on to say that I am extremely ambitious and I will be wealthy next time but I really really really need to work very very very hard to earn it (Another blow on my face). I am also gonna die of accidents and not of health problem although I'm smoking like a chimney and drinking like a fish. Sigh....Man I need a life!
Just the other day my dad was complaining saying the salary that I get is not going to be enough to pay for my medical fees next time and then went ahead to ask me to consider looking for a new job (WTF).
On another note....I was having lunch the other with my new colleague. Apparently she knows palm reading and face fengshui. So she took my right hand and the first thing that she said was 'Damn! your love life sucks!!!'. Fantastic...just fantastic....exactly what I want to hear '=_= then she went on to say that I am extremely ambitious and I will be wealthy next time but I really really really need to work very very very hard to earn it (Another blow on my face). I am also gonna die of accidents and not of health problem although I'm smoking like a chimney and drinking like a fish. Sigh....Man I need a life!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
When the going gets tough....
It's 10.15 pm and I'm sitting in the office with a cigarette in my hand and a beer on my desk. I should be finishing up an agreement which was supposed to be due yesterday but I absolutely have no more energy left to think. Today is one of those days you wonder why you're doing what you're doing in this company and if it is worth it. Hell it's only been 1 month and for the past 27 days, work has not been easy.
It has been late nights every single night and even during weekends I was expected to be at events if not in the office and if I'm home, I have stacks of proposals to read. Tomorrow is a public holiday but still I have to list down ideas and strategies to promote a particular brand. It was meeting, brainstorming, reviewing, briefing the whole day and these meetings hasn't been kind to me. My boss especially, hasn't been very kind to me. Why bother placing me in a particular project when my opinions are not even put into consideration? Let's not talk about considering, but cutting me off everytime before I even have the chance to finish half my sentence and not even looking at me (as though I'm invisible) while talking when there's only 5 person in the room sitting less than 2 feet away from one another is unbearable.
Not only that work is giving me a massive headache, now I've got personal problems to deal with. I don't even want to think about these personal stuffs because work is just too overwhelming. It's not giving me even a single minute to think about other stuffs other than work.
A good friend was giving this comment late one night when she saw me still at work "Ei, do you know your mum grow misai already? Still don't want to go home aarr?? I think your mother and your sister grow misai already also you don't know. How long you never see your mother already?' To think about it, the only time I see my mum would be in the morning before I leave for work, and late at night when I creep into the toilet in her room to have my shower while she's sleeping.
With so many things happening at the same time I wonder how long I could hold on. I can't even remember the time when I actually had a proper meal. In fact, sometimes I even forget that I am hungry and there's no food in my stomach. And to think that I live by the philosopy 'Live to eat and not eat to live'
Is it all worth it?
Sunday, August 27, 2006
*sob* *sniff* 'Hey....I need to talk...'
How do you deal with a good and close friend who doesn't make an effort in a friendship, but calls you and expects you to be there for her the moment she has a guy problem? I am feeling extremely frustrated by the fact that I happen to have a friend like this and that this particular friend of mine has done it over and over again and I'm allowing it to happen yet again. Why is it so hard for people to understand that their boyfriend is not the only thing that matters in their life. Think of it this way, who are you going to run to when you fight, when he dumps you or when he cheats on you? Who are you going to cry to? Who is going to be there to give you a shoulder to cry on, console and support you?
No doubt I love this particular friend dearly, but not coming out for drinks, not calling to see how you are, not willing to even sacrifice a little of her precious time away from her 'boyfriend' (notice how I place the inverted coma, because they actually broke up but she still spends time with him during the weekends at his place) to catch up is a tad too much for me to forgive her. It makes it even worse when this has happened so many times, with all the different guys in her life *same script, different cast*. And I for a fact knows, that she's taking it for granted because she thinks she can just come back to the group anytime she wants because HER friends are just too forgiving and understanding even though it has happened a zillionth times. Why are human beings becoming so self-centered and selfish?
Everytime there is a new guy, she would go missing. There'll be no phone calls from her, she'll be unwilling to come out, she will say no to all invitations to go out just to be with her man. And yet, she expects everyone to welcome her back just like that after she has gone missing for a few months and when there are no more man in her life. I would think giving an excuse such as tired and busy is really not a good reason because I know for a fact that there are people among our group who gets off work even later than her and yet still make an effort to see their friends at least once a week. I for one, works until at least 10.30 everynight and yet I would make an effort to catch up with friends to see how they are.
I remembered a time when she first broke up with one her 'boyfriends'. The first thing she did was to call us and expects us to comfort her and support her (after she has gone missing for some time again). Coincidently we were busy with our work and before we could even find out what happened we told her to hang on for a bit and we will call her right back once we are through with our work (which was only 30 mins). The moment we hung up we got a very sarcastic sms stating how we are not there for her when she needed us the most.
At the first place has it even crossed her mind how she has treated us? Calling us only when she needed us and not even bothering to check on us when she has her 'boyfriend'?
So last night I decided, after yet another invitation to go up the hill was rejected by her because she was at her boyfriend's place, that I will no longer take this nonsense. I will not allow her to take me or to take us for granted anymore. I will not go running like a loyal friend when she needs me and I will not allow self-centered friends like this to affect me and my life.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
The Ultime Pointless One
Ever encountered a moment where your mind went 'WHAT THE F**K JUST HAPPENED?' And you just stare with your mouth open and HUGE question mark on your forehead. Mixed emotions playing up, you don't know whether to scream, cry or laugh. Yup, this is what I'm feeling right now, right when the entry I spent an hour typing went missing just like that. I'm sorry my new entry has to be this way, but I can't afford to spend another hour typing it again because I just have to pick the monitor up, fling it against the wall and get an elephant to step and then sit on the DAMN CPU like RIGHT NOW!
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Can I? May I? Shall I? Excuse me. Please. Thank you. Open doors. Pull out chairs.
Many years back, I remember reading an article about what makes the perfect holiday mate. Apparently, a good or close friend does not neccesary make a good holiday partner. I used to doubt the truth in the article but after spending a 4 days 3 nights trip with a group of my closest friends, i'm starting to agree with the statement.
I honestly believe that going on a trip is a good way to see the true colour of people. You will begin to notice little annoying behaviours that you may not have noticed before. Familiar faces suddenly become horrifying and revolting to you and you will realize that your friends do not seem to be who they are anymore. Every little thing that do are annoying and instead of looking at the good side of things you'll pick on their little flaws; from the things they say, the way they eat, the way they behave, the things they do and etc. You will also begin to see how some people can be so so selfish, self-centered, demanding, obnoxious and etc.
I have always place great importance on mannerism and social etiquettes. I am very particular about certain things and always pay attention to how people behave in public and especially people whom I've only just met (particularly men). I get annoyed when people do not have proper manners or do not meet the acceptable social standards. This, of course, make me even more particular towards my friends.
Being able to behave appropriately in public and knowing your manners and ettiquettes is a strength, I believe, to one's personal being. It is also one of the first few things that help you win the heart of others. Having a good attitude, being able to understand and compromise with others is also absolutely mandatory to keep friends. As much as we'd like, the world does not revolve only around us. No matter how much we tell ourselves and others that we live for ourself, we cannot deny the ugly truth that we live for and with others as well.
I honestly believe that going on a trip is a good way to see the true colour of people. You will begin to notice little annoying behaviours that you may not have noticed before. Familiar faces suddenly become horrifying and revolting to you and you will realize that your friends do not seem to be who they are anymore. Every little thing that do are annoying and instead of looking at the good side of things you'll pick on their little flaws; from the things they say, the way they eat, the way they behave, the things they do and etc. You will also begin to see how some people can be so so selfish, self-centered, demanding, obnoxious and etc.
I have always place great importance on mannerism and social etiquettes. I am very particular about certain things and always pay attention to how people behave in public and especially people whom I've only just met (particularly men). I get annoyed when people do not have proper manners or do not meet the acceptable social standards. This, of course, make me even more particular towards my friends.
Being able to behave appropriately in public and knowing your manners and ettiquettes is a strength, I believe, to one's personal being. It is also one of the first few things that help you win the heart of others. Having a good attitude, being able to understand and compromise with others is also absolutely mandatory to keep friends. As much as we'd like, the world does not revolve only around us. No matter how much we tell ourselves and others that we live for ourself, we cannot deny the ugly truth that we live for and with others as well.
So, learn. Be civilize and don't be self-centered, selfish and obnoxious.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
What My Father Said....
One of the few things that my friends and I enjoy the most are eating and traveling. Fortunately for us we're blessed to be born in a country with a great variety of different food (thus my size). And we gathered that since we can't afford to travel overseas on an occasional basis we'll just settle with short interstate trips.
You know, the kind of trip that takes you to Penang for the Prawn Noodles, Seremban for the Hakka Noodles, Malacca for the Satay Celup, Popiah, Chicken Rice or even Genting for the cold wind and Coffee Bean. It is one of the ways to really let go of ourselves after long stressful weeks at work. We work hard, and we play hard. We don't see no harm in doing what we enjoy occassionally because we believe that's one way of enjoying life without forgetting other responsibilities, though our parents may not totally agree (money issues here we're talking about).
You know, the kind of trip that takes you to Penang for the Prawn Noodles, Seremban for the Hakka Noodles, Malacca for the Satay Celup, Popiah, Chicken Rice or even Genting for the cold wind and Coffee Bean. It is one of the ways to really let go of ourselves after long stressful weeks at work. We work hard, and we play hard. We don't see no harm in doing what we enjoy occassionally because we believe that's one way of enjoying life without forgetting other responsibilities, though our parents may not totally agree (money issues here we're talking about).
The few common things that we'd most likely hear from them would be "why can't you save up that money?", "why do you always have to spend away the money once you've got them?" "why can't you prioritise the important things that you need done with that money?"
Mind you, we're a bunch of 24, 25, 26 year olds and hearing them say things like that would make one think we're a bunch of brainless demented idiots. Of course, they do have their points and they're just worried for us, but I do believe we're mature enough to know not to do things that we can't afford and that the more important things comes first (whatever that alludes to).
Last night while having dinner, my father asked me this question,
"Why do you always have to go for trips? Why can't you cut down on your activities? Why did you go for karaoke the other night? What kind of celebration were you having?"
I was dumbfounded for a moment because my father has never asked me questions like that before, and even if he did it was very very rare. Those questions would usually come from my mother. The thing about me is that I have little or no tolerance for interrogations and nags from my parents. But throughout the years I've learned to mellow down my temper. So after digesting the questions I said to him
"Well Pa, I love to travel and to see things but my last name's not Hilton nor Trump and I can't afford to go overseas occassionally for holidays so I settled with going interstates. Not forgetting also I have REAL jobs so its nice to go for a short holiday once in a while. I went Karaoke not because we had any celebration but because I wanted so much to be a famous singer but I know I can't because I don't have famous parents to help me so going for Karaoke is the only way of fulfilling my dreams by imagining myself with ecstatic fans going crazy over my beautiful voice"
Mind you, we're a bunch of 24, 25, 26 year olds and hearing them say things like that would make one think we're a bunch of brainless demented idiots. Of course, they do have their points and they're just worried for us, but I do believe we're mature enough to know not to do things that we can't afford and that the more important things comes first (whatever that alludes to).
Last night while having dinner, my father asked me this question,
"Why do you always have to go for trips? Why can't you cut down on your activities? Why did you go for karaoke the other night? What kind of celebration were you having?"
I was dumbfounded for a moment because my father has never asked me questions like that before, and even if he did it was very very rare. Those questions would usually come from my mother. The thing about me is that I have little or no tolerance for interrogations and nags from my parents. But throughout the years I've learned to mellow down my temper. So after digesting the questions I said to him
"Well Pa, I love to travel and to see things but my last name's not Hilton nor Trump and I can't afford to go overseas occassionally for holidays so I settled with going interstates. Not forgetting also I have REAL jobs so its nice to go for a short holiday once in a while. I went Karaoke not because we had any celebration but because I wanted so much to be a famous singer but I know I can't because I don't have famous parents to help me so going for Karaoke is the only way of fulfilling my dreams by imagining myself with ecstatic fans going crazy over my beautiful voice"
So I thought that would've been the end of the story but I should've learned by now that once my parents start, they can't stop.
Then he said to me "Do you even read? Why can't you start reading self-help books?. You should start to read books like 'The 7 habits of a highly successful man' or books about famous CEOs"
For one, I love reading and I spend alot on books. I read alot of autobiographies, memoirs, business and psychology books. My father however, believes that these books are not contributing to my intellect and career and if I start reading books like "The 7 Habits of Highly Successful People" or the "Rich Dad, Poor Dad SERIES" will definitely make me the next Donald Trump (Female Version).
For one, I love reading and I spend alot on books. I read alot of autobiographies, memoirs, business and psychology books. My father however, believes that these books are not contributing to my intellect and career and if I start reading books like "The 7 Habits of Highly Successful People" or the "Rich Dad, Poor Dad SERIES" will definitely make me the next Donald Trump (Female Version).
He believed that one of the reasons why I'm not succesful (I only graduated in 2005) is because I don't read those books. He actually said this
"You know why my ex boss's son is so succesful at such a young age? Because he reads those kind of book. And alot of successful businessmen reads those books. You know why I didn't become successful? Because I didn't read those books"
HaHaHa I seriously think it is a funny comment. How could a 60 year old man say that he did not become successful because he did not follow the footsteps of businessmen by reading those books. How does anyone justify that? So by reading books like that we would become successful? So if I read more psychological related books I'll become a famous psychiatrist? Or better still if I read more books about famous singers I'm going to be a famous superstar?
Funny how fathers can be sometimes. Maybe because my father is too bored at home with no one to challenge him and to stimulate his mind he gets all these weird thinking playing in his mind. Which, I think is why his eldest child gets sudden spasm attacks especially during work.
What is then a daughter to do but to listen to the advice. So I've decided to go to the bookstore and buy myself a copy of "Learning to Sing" written by Clay Aiken and I'm pretty sure in no time my album's going to hit the billboard. After all, parents are always right aren't they?
The Hanger-Shaped-Shoulder Man
When I was a child, my mother used to talk to me about responsibilities. Unfortunately for me, being the eldest child with a down syndrome brother and a sister 8 years my junior I will have to care and provide for them when I'm older. She has always reminded me about these responsibilities throughout the years of my life and emphasised alot on me giving the family a minimum of RMxxx to RMxxxx. I could say then these sense of responsibilities has been implanted in me ever since young. I am very well aware that I am responsibile for everything that I do and that I am also responsible for others.
What I do not understand is, how is it that a woman like me and I'm sure many others can learn the value and sense of responsibility and yet a man cannot. Countless times I've met men who runs away from responsibilities, be it work, play or emotions. The typical irresposible men I've learned to define are those who:
- very quickly blame others once they sense something is not right (no shortage of these men at my work place)
- extremely defensive of themselves
- have no thoughts about their own actions, what they say and how others feel and think
- deliberately put others down in front of other people to feed their ego, confidence and self-esteem (i conclude that people who does this all the time suffers a form of complex labeled as the Inferior Complex)
- talks too loud, brags too much, extremely bossy and declares themselves as jack of all trades
- at work, pawn their responsibility off on overworked colleagues or staff, hoping their talent will cover for their glaring ineptitude.
Men like these I would say are the worst kind ever. It makes you wonder if they would ever succeed in life. After several unsuccesful attempts of trying to teach them a thing or two about responsibilities I realise that these people do not learn. And they do not even think its an issue in their life. And so next time, to save ourselves from getting all worked up because of them, minimize all contact. Saves everyone time and oxygen.
By the way, just in case anyone's wondering about the title, my mother has told me quite a few times that one of the ways of detecting an irresponsible man from afar is the shape of their shoulder. If it slides down and shaped like a hanger, stay clear. Not sure bout the accuracy, but better be safe than sorry, no?
What I do not understand is, how is it that a woman like me and I'm sure many others can learn the value and sense of responsibility and yet a man cannot. Countless times I've met men who runs away from responsibilities, be it work, play or emotions. The typical irresposible men I've learned to define are those who:
- very quickly blame others once they sense something is not right (no shortage of these men at my work place)
- extremely defensive of themselves
- have no thoughts about their own actions, what they say and how others feel and think
- deliberately put others down in front of other people to feed their ego, confidence and self-esteem (i conclude that people who does this all the time suffers a form of complex labeled as the Inferior Complex)
- talks too loud, brags too much, extremely bossy and declares themselves as jack of all trades
- at work, pawn their responsibility off on overworked colleagues or staff, hoping their talent will cover for their glaring ineptitude.
Men like these I would say are the worst kind ever. It makes you wonder if they would ever succeed in life. After several unsuccesful attempts of trying to teach them a thing or two about responsibilities I realise that these people do not learn. And they do not even think its an issue in their life. And so next time, to save ourselves from getting all worked up because of them, minimize all contact. Saves everyone time and oxygen.
By the way, just in case anyone's wondering about the title, my mother has told me quite a few times that one of the ways of detecting an irresponsible man from afar is the shape of their shoulder. If it slides down and shaped like a hanger, stay clear. Not sure bout the accuracy, but better be safe than sorry, no?
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
What's Left of Before
So as you can see those blogs are from '04 - '05 when I was still a student in Adelaide. Now I'm back and this blog's gonna revolve around my work, my friends, my family, my thoughts and the drama that unfolds every single day.
A Beautiful Love Story - not for the weak heart Jun 6, '05 3:48 AM
let me tell you a story I once heard - a spanish love story. I don't know where or not its true - I'd like to think it is - but I'll tell it to u anyway.
many years ago, when the sun burned orange all day and the night was wet with the smell of green moss and summer, two young Spanish lovers met in a little fishing village. each day they would walk, barefoot along the great winding dust road, and they would buy bread from the old merchant with the crooked smile. they would sit beneath the old olive tree and would talk and laugh and warm their faces in the sun. it was beneath this olive tree that Pedro first kissed Esmirada.
they shared their dreams with each other - Esmirada wanted to study art in Italy and one day become a famous artist. Pedro spoke of becoming the welathiest man in Spain. but they were young. and when the time came for esmirada to go off ans study, she refused to leave.
her love had grown so strong, she told Pedro, the she feared leaving him for even a moment would surely destroy her. they held each other beneath the olive tree and they wept.the next day, Esmirada waited for Pedro on the hill above the dirt road but he never came. nor did he come the next day, or the day after that....
Esmirada was heartbroken. although she searched for Pedro for many days, she never found him. she wrote to him. he never replied. Devastated, she left for Italy.
esmirada studied for several years and became a sulptor. she sculptet many fine pieces but her most cherished creation was a replica of the old olive tree she knew as a girl. she eventually became famous and at her first big international exhibition, the olive tree was sold for a large sum of money. the design was so special that many art collectors wanted Esmirada to create olive trees for their own collections. but she never sculpted another one. it was a one-off, she said.
forty years passed and Esmirada retired a wealthy and succesful artist. she married and had many children and lived in a beautiful house. Sometimes, she would think back to those warm afternoons under the olive tree, and from time to time she would wonder. then one day, she received a letter. it was from attorneys of Pedro Bandidas saying he had passed away. in his will, he had stipulated that his entire estate would be left to her. attached was a short letter that read:
"To my dear Esmirada, I became what i always dreamed I would. I am a man of greath wealth, perhaps even the richest man in Spain. My fortune is greater than any man could ever dream of and I leave it all to you - my one and only true love."
so Esmirada made the trip to Spain. She travelled to the little fishing village and walked barefoot along the great winding dust road. She bought a loaf of bread from the old merchant's store, but the old merchant had long since died. she sat beneath the old olive tree and turned her face to the sun. and she drank in the air.
Afterwards she got a driver to take her to the address she been given. before her stood a beautiful mansion. she entered and, finidng the palatial home full of Persian carpets and ornate paintings and gold trimmings, she felt her heart break for the second time.
esmirada was greeted by a man who told her, "I am the brother of Pedro. I am sorry if you have made this long journey in search of welath. My brother was a foolish man and you have abviously been led astray. he did not own this opulent home - I do. He was a poor man, he had no money. he sold what little possessions he had many years ago and all he had to show for it were the contents of this box."
And he showed her to a tall cardboard box sitting in a corner of the room gathering dust. "But he said in his letter that he was a man of greath wealth." esmirada whispered to no one in particular.
she opened the box and found a note inside. it read:
"To my dear Esmirada.To experience true love - whether it's long lasting or just for a fleeting moment - is to find eternal wealth."
And it was signed :
"From the world's richest man.
The note had was attached to a sculpted olive tree that had once belonged to a Spanish man who had sold off all his worldly possesions to buy it more than 40 years before.
many years ago, when the sun burned orange all day and the night was wet with the smell of green moss and summer, two young Spanish lovers met in a little fishing village. each day they would walk, barefoot along the great winding dust road, and they would buy bread from the old merchant with the crooked smile. they would sit beneath the old olive tree and would talk and laugh and warm their faces in the sun. it was beneath this olive tree that Pedro first kissed Esmirada.
they shared their dreams with each other - Esmirada wanted to study art in Italy and one day become a famous artist. Pedro spoke of becoming the welathiest man in Spain. but they were young. and when the time came for esmirada to go off ans study, she refused to leave.
her love had grown so strong, she told Pedro, the she feared leaving him for even a moment would surely destroy her. they held each other beneath the olive tree and they wept.the next day, Esmirada waited for Pedro on the hill above the dirt road but he never came. nor did he come the next day, or the day after that....
Esmirada was heartbroken. although she searched for Pedro for many days, she never found him. she wrote to him. he never replied. Devastated, she left for Italy.
esmirada studied for several years and became a sulptor. she sculptet many fine pieces but her most cherished creation was a replica of the old olive tree she knew as a girl. she eventually became famous and at her first big international exhibition, the olive tree was sold for a large sum of money. the design was so special that many art collectors wanted Esmirada to create olive trees for their own collections. but she never sculpted another one. it was a one-off, she said.
forty years passed and Esmirada retired a wealthy and succesful artist. she married and had many children and lived in a beautiful house. Sometimes, she would think back to those warm afternoons under the olive tree, and from time to time she would wonder. then one day, she received a letter. it was from attorneys of Pedro Bandidas saying he had passed away. in his will, he had stipulated that his entire estate would be left to her. attached was a short letter that read:
"To my dear Esmirada, I became what i always dreamed I would. I am a man of greath wealth, perhaps even the richest man in Spain. My fortune is greater than any man could ever dream of and I leave it all to you - my one and only true love."
so Esmirada made the trip to Spain. She travelled to the little fishing village and walked barefoot along the great winding dust road. She bought a loaf of bread from the old merchant's store, but the old merchant had long since died. she sat beneath the old olive tree and turned her face to the sun. and she drank in the air.
Afterwards she got a driver to take her to the address she been given. before her stood a beautiful mansion. she entered and, finidng the palatial home full of Persian carpets and ornate paintings and gold trimmings, she felt her heart break for the second time.
esmirada was greeted by a man who told her, "I am the brother of Pedro. I am sorry if you have made this long journey in search of welath. My brother was a foolish man and you have abviously been led astray. he did not own this opulent home - I do. He was a poor man, he had no money. he sold what little possessions he had many years ago and all he had to show for it were the contents of this box."
And he showed her to a tall cardboard box sitting in a corner of the room gathering dust. "But he said in his letter that he was a man of greath wealth." esmirada whispered to no one in particular.
she opened the box and found a note inside. it read:
"To my dear Esmirada.To experience true love - whether it's long lasting or just for a fleeting moment - is to find eternal wealth."
And it was signed :
"From the world's richest man.
The note had was attached to a sculpted olive tree that had once belonged to a Spanish man who had sold off all his worldly possesions to buy it more than 40 years before.
The Ultimate Sacrifice Jun 6, '05 3:06 AM
Linda literally gave herself away. Linda was an outstanding teacher who felt that if she had the time, she would like to create great art and poetry. when she was 28, however, she began to get severe headaches. her doctors discovered that she had an enormous brain tumour. they told her that her chances of surviving an operation were about 2 percent. therefore, rather than operate immediately, they chose to wait for six months.
she knew she had great artistry in her. so druing those six months she wrote and drew feverishly. all of her poetry, except one piece, was published in magazines. all of her art, except one piece, was shown and sold at some of the leading galleries.
at the end of six months, she had the operation. the night before the operation she decided to literally give herself away. in case of her death, she wrote a "will" in which she donated all of her body parts to those who needed them more than she would.
unfortunately, linda's operation was fatal. subsequently, her eyes went to an eye bank and from there went to a recipient. a young man, age 28, went from darkness to sight. that young man was so profoundly grateful that he wrote to the eye bank thanking them for existing. furthermore he said he wanted to thank the parents of the donor. they must indeed be magnificent folks to have a child who would give aways her eyes. he was given the name of the family and decided to see them. he arrived unannounced and rang the doorbell. after hearing his introduction, linda's mum reached out and embraced him. she said' young man, if you've got nowhere to go, my husband and I would love for u to spend your weekend with us".
he stayed, and as he was looking around linda's room, he saw that she's read plato. he'd read plato in Braille. she's read Hegel. he'd read Hegel in Braille.
the next morning Linda's mum was looking at him and said, 'you know, i'm sure i've seen you somewhere before, but i don't know where'. all of a sudden she remembered. she ran upstairs and pulled out the last picture linda had ever drawn. it was portrait of her ideal man.
the picture was virtually identical to this young man who had received linda's eyes. then her mum read the last poem linda had written on her deathbed. it read
Two hearts passing in the night
falling in love
never able to gain each other's sight.
she knew she had great artistry in her. so druing those six months she wrote and drew feverishly. all of her poetry, except one piece, was published in magazines. all of her art, except one piece, was shown and sold at some of the leading galleries.
at the end of six months, she had the operation. the night before the operation she decided to literally give herself away. in case of her death, she wrote a "will" in which she donated all of her body parts to those who needed them more than she would.
unfortunately, linda's operation was fatal. subsequently, her eyes went to an eye bank and from there went to a recipient. a young man, age 28, went from darkness to sight. that young man was so profoundly grateful that he wrote to the eye bank thanking them for existing. furthermore he said he wanted to thank the parents of the donor. they must indeed be magnificent folks to have a child who would give aways her eyes. he was given the name of the family and decided to see them. he arrived unannounced and rang the doorbell. after hearing his introduction, linda's mum reached out and embraced him. she said' young man, if you've got nowhere to go, my husband and I would love for u to spend your weekend with us".
he stayed, and as he was looking around linda's room, he saw that she's read plato. he'd read plato in Braille. she's read Hegel. he'd read Hegel in Braille.
the next morning Linda's mum was looking at him and said, 'you know, i'm sure i've seen you somewhere before, but i don't know where'. all of a sudden she remembered. she ran upstairs and pulled out the last picture linda had ever drawn. it was portrait of her ideal man.
the picture was virtually identical to this young man who had received linda's eyes. then her mum read the last poem linda had written on her deathbed. it read
Two hearts passing in the night
falling in love
never able to gain each other's sight.
Bliss.... Mar 22, '05 5:28 AM
Tuesday morning twilight. 1 person. 1 glass. Half a bottle of beautiful red wine. Aahhh Life is Beautiful.....*hiccup*
Leaving on Virgin Blue..... Mar 2, '05 4:18 AM
A new chapter is now beginning in my life. Soon has left for sydney and he'll be there till the end of the year. I'll only see him once more in april for graduation and then i won't be seeing him anymore unless he goes back to malaysia at the end of the year. I'm beginning to feel like I'm embracing a whole new experience. Ever since our college years we've been inseperable. though it might have only been 5 years, I feel like I've known him all my life. The quality of time we spent together can never be compared to anything. it has reached to the point where he's like my own blood...my twin. He's the only one whom i can turn to when anything happens. the only who truly understands how i feel and what i'm thinking. he's my shoulder to cry on, my pillow when i sleep at night, my heart, my soul.........my life support. we've been living for nearly 2 years together and we've never been apart for so long. he's become a part of my life, someone i can't live without. I feel like I'm standing all alone.....in the middle of a place full of people walking about but i don't know which way to go. I feel lost. Its like I've lost my sight. Soon I will be back in Malaysia, without him for the first time, having to adapt to the new changes all over again. Though Malaysia is my home, and though it might have only been 2 years, I've already given my self to Australia.... to their lifestyle, to their culture and to their rituals. I came to this strange place with Soon beside me....the both of us....embracing this new world. but now...he's gone to start a new life of his own...and i know i should to....without him. and I wish him the best in everything.... may he find happiness and i truly love him with all my heart.
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