You church goers…

While I was at church recently, I heard this couple talking. They were commenting on everyone that stood up and walked out or who were just seated in front of them. No one was sparred from their sharp tongue.

When my sister in law stood up to take her son out, both their tongues started wagging.  

Husband: Aiyoh, she’s pregnant again.

Wife: So soon la. Don’t they know it’s too early.

Husband: Yeah, maybe the husband *muffled, muffled*

I turned to look at them and I think they got the idea and shut up. WTF?!

I just don’t understand these are the people who just make other people’s life miserable. I mean you go to church to worship and pray, how does other individuals’ lives affect yours? 

Another conversation that transpired between few people, ended up to my mom. It was how this young girl who recently got married has not been SEEN talking to her mother in law within church grounds. Like hello, who are you to actually judge and say that. She could be the best daughter in law and yet they seem to have the right to pass such judgement. How do we know what happens at home? And she has all the right to be talk to anyone! Dumbasses!

Or how I was once talking to an older girl in church and someone came up to me to question my intentions. For goodness sake, that’s my best friend’s sister, whom I consider as my big sister. She fed me and took care of the both of us when we were ill. What the hell does that question mean – “what are your intentions?!”

And we call ourselves Christians – how embarrassing.

I wanna whine, so let me be…

I know, I know, it has been ages since I actually blogged but I have been so busy that the idea of typing another word was just a torture.

Well I am back – hopefully. Anyways, things have been going great. Life is good, I have finally adopted this saying “Impossible is DEFINITELY nothing“

A lot of things have been happening – like my PR manager leaving the company. It definitely was shocking to hear that, was kinda sad but I guess life has to go on. As life slowly moved on, the pressure on me begin steadily growing. As I eased myself into some of her accounts, I had my pressure shoot up – literally. Especially during the times when she comes around saying, “The client wants me to freelance for them as….” or “The other client X said that they are disappointed that I am leaving, as they are not sure if the others are able to perform as well“

I definitely have a big pair of shoes to fit in. I have been checking on her previous work, while at the same time ensuring that my current clients don’t get neglected. The good thing about this is that I am becoming more organised. I am slowly understanding the meaning of “delegating”. I know with the current team that I have, it is ALL possible.

But there are times that nagging feeling within me just over powers my enthusiasm.

What life is this…

Life is so weird. No let me rephrase that – life is fucked up.

I was working towards this event for a pharmaceutical client. (it was a good event and I was the emcee. Although I was trembling like a squid – I was apparently very calm to the audience). The event was to introduce this new indication of treatment for liver cancer. Before this, I never knew that liver cancer patients do not have a chance of survival and this drug adds on the years for them. I was quite ignorant about matters such as this.

My family has a history of cancer patients and it shocks me how suddenly we find out about such things only to realise that it might be too late.

I remember watching a lady in church suffer in pain because of cancer. She was weeping uncontrollably. That was and is still one sight that has made me change perspective in life – to an extent. The pain on her face, the tears streaming down and her wails – life is truly unfair.

What is more unfair is when you find out that a 2 year old kid is suffering from leukemia. What did he deserve such pain to be upon him? Everyone says, “things happen for a reason” – what the fuck. How is a two year old boy suffering so much, be of any good? Every night he groans himself to sleep, his mom sitting wearily next to his bed holding his hand trying to be strong for him. His dad working his ass out trying to support the family and his 6 month old brother is stranded in a stranger’s house. How is it that life can so unkind?

*p.s forgive my emo moment.

Sticky note 002…

I was at 7-eleven recently browsing through the shelves looking for shaving cream. When I could not find any by myself, I decided to seek for assistance which proved worthless.

Me: Are there anymore cans of shaving cream?

Cashier: Huh? Shaving cream? Apa tu? *frowns*

You workaholic idiot…

Recently I have been chatting with this girl who just finished her SPM. She is looking for a job before she ventures into her tertiary education and was asking me about the working hours. It’s a strange coincidence as the day before my mom was talking about my working hours to an aunt.

Gone were the days when you are able to come back home at 4:30 or 5pm. This used to be the timings that my dad used to come home. He always started work at 8:30am and was back home sharp 5:15pm – it was a routine. And my mom was so used to that. So she had a major culture shock when my brother and I used to (and still do) come back at 11pm or even later. 

My mom’s favourite comment was, “Would you like me to send your bed over to your office – then you don’t even to come back home!”

Anyways, I have no qualms about my working hours. I was explaining to a friend that somehow my work is more of a passion and a hobby rather than a chore. I mean, I do have those days when I wanna murder someone but that would just be 1 out of 100 times. For the first time I am actually enjoying what I am doing, clients can be a bitch but its a fun challenge trying to meet up to their expectations.

So to the group of people who constantly call me a workaholic, life-less and whatever not, I just wanna say thank you. I am not sure how are things like for you in the office but for me things are going great and I’m lovin it. So you can say whatever you want!

Sticky note 001…

When you should have paid attention to your geography lesson during school days. This is a quote by my friend who was neither drunk, tired nor high. And he was very confident about what he was saying… 

Friend: I am so excited. I have finally booked my tickets.

Me: Oh, cool… where to?

Friend: I am flying off to Kota Kinabalu and I am going to climb Mt Everest.

Me: *silence*

Friend: What? You don’t think I can do it? I will do it within 3 days and 2 nights. Here I come Mt. Everest.

 

Petrol prices are up…

Yes, we have all heard about, read about it, experienced it, so I am not going to say much.

But what I am going to ask is ”why the hell, did the whole world have to hog all petrol stations, until it caused a massive jam for everyone else on the road?!” And before you point your finger and say that I was part of this mess, let me clarify, I was stuck in this jam that was heading to my house. I was not bothered about filling up, knowing for a fact that it would only make me lose my cool. I have much better things to do, like sleep around.

I wonder, how much did you save by pouring a full tank, that will most probably last you just for the whole week? And were you not like wasting your petrol when you were stuck outside the kiosk, ravving your engines and honking your life away, waiting impatiently for your turn at the pump? Hmmm….

I guess now I have to cut down on my supposed weekly shopping sprees, my Coffee Bean visits, my aimless driving around outing or actually getting lost in the middle of KL.

On a different note, I heard over the radio that some MB from Penang commented that all 24 hour convenience stores and mamak stalls should be shut down. This is all to curb our supposed lepak culture and save on electricity.

Aiyoh, why do we have to go such extent? Mamaking is out culture, why take that away. After a good night out at the club, all you can think after that is a nice hot plate of nasi lemak at the mamak near your house (Taman Mega has amazing nasi lemak, by the way!).

Or you know those moments, when you need a condom urgently – now you just need to run into any 7-eleven and you have your sexcapades all wrapped up. What will happen if there is no more 7-elevens or no more mamaks? HOW?!

I hope these matters are thought through first before any implementation is made.

Dear Stranger,…

I may have worked with you for a short while but it never ceases to amaze me how you are able to squeeze your way out of all the problems you set yourself into. You were quick in giving reasons, justifications and excuses – I wonder how much did that actually help you as an individual.

You were given many opportunities and it still amazes me how you let them slip through your fingers. Before, I had great respect for you as you shared your dreams and future goals. But it seems to be that it was mere words and no action.

Strange, don’t you think so? You are young and there is so much laid before you, yet you are so ignorant.  There were others around trying to reach out to you, bring you back to the path that will ensure success. Smart but don’t really want to think too much or to take that extra effort. I guess that’s your life and I have no right to judge or make comments, so I will leave it as it is.

But one thing that ticked me off, is that you left with your work undone. You told your superior that you would not let the team down – what a load of bullshit, I must say that was. You left the reports undone. You refused to answer your calls, knowing that we needed to some clarification. You left without briefing the rest of us on the various jobs you were handling.

What do you actually gain from this irresponsibility, I wonder?!

Yet, you dare to come back to office and smile, saying, “Oh, I did it half way and it is your job to complete it.” There was no word of apology nor sense of regret. What a bitch you are, I have to say – unfortunately.

The little respect that I had, has been dashed as I wonder what exactly goes through in that puny mind of yours! Good luck… I guess, they do say that karma can be a bitch. So I guess, it will be the battle of the bitches when the time comes.

Cheerio!

My not so dreary life…

I believe my life could be turned into a family sitcom. It would be something for everyone to laugh at and wonder, how can anyone be as dumb as me. 

When I  first got my driving license, I refused to drive after this one massive accident I got into. I think it took 3 months to gain that confidence. During that three month period, I would have tried motivate myself but most often than not, I chose to laze on the bed than fight the car’s power.

There was one time when I told myself as I was walking towards the door, “I shouldn’t be afraid. Driving is as easy as walking!” and that is when I had to fall flat on my face. Which needless to say, did not help my ego. 

After incidences like that, you would have thought I may have changed learnt to be a bit more wiser. Hmmmpphh… it seems like nothing has changed.

Yesterday I decided to help my cousin to work out something for her boyfriend. Something told me not to do it as it would create a havoc in my office. But did I listen to that gut feeling of mine? – NO. My cousin wanted picture(s) of muscle men printed out as she was working on a scrapbook. I sourced for a couple and started printing them, just as I am printing who should walk by and go, “Oh, what is that?!” – yup, you guessed right – my boss!

After he sees the pics, he goes, “OMG, you fucking gay…” At that precise moment, if I was fairer, you would have seen me turn hundred shades red. Of course matters as such, he would not keep it to himself but to share it with the whole office. *sigh* I think you sort of can figure what happened next and what is happening in my life.

*Note to self, don’t help sisters in their home projects at work!

The right one – bah…

I was having this conversation on MSN about finding the right one. The specific question was – is it difficult to find the right one?

Let me dissect the question and provide you with my two cents worth.

The Right one:

What do you mean by the right one? In whose standards are we looking at? How do you set that standard in the first place? Everyone has their flaws, everyone has their strengths – so how do you justify as that person being the right one?!Who are you comparing to?

Is it difficult finding for the one:

Not at all because there are plenty of people in this world. If I am not mistaken the ratio is, 2 or 3 women to a man. So you actually have two to three women who might be the right one for you. Unless you’re a gay guy, then I am not how sure that works out.

The answer:

We definitely can find the “right one” but the question we need to ask back is, will we be satisfied with that one person we found or would we live out our caveman days and go hunting. The grass is always greener on the other side. Being humans we tend to always move on, looking and looking but never being satisfied. Hence, affairs, divorces and annulments take place.

It is quite obvious that I am single, lonely and horny but don’t you think this actually makes sense. I think it does.

I so need a life.