Whatever happened to Histats.com??? Why has it defaulted to Spanish instead of English??? Hello you dungheads at histats.com, in case you are not aware of this, I do not speak, read nor write in Spanish so... why would I continue using Histats in Spanish??? When I first installed it, it was in English!!! Seriously, don't you people have brains??? Like, brain cells that really, truly works??? Do you sincerely believe that I speak, read and write in Spanish?
Wait. Don't tell me. You do.
*deep breath*
Ok. I get it. My bad. I'll change. Don't need Histats anymore.
*note to self : Remove unnecessary stuffs written by morons for morons*
That reminds me. Gotta remove that dang Microsoft Office 2007. *BIG SIGH*
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Monday, November 9, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Screwed!!!
OMG!!!! My Page Element has gone nuts!!! What am I to do??!!!??? What happened to it during my absence? I can't even re-arrange anything!!!!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Hypocrites
Dictionary.com defines Hypocrite as...
Related forms:
Synonyms:
deceiver, dissembler, pretender, pharisee.
If you ask me, I'd say that hypocrites are the most despicable people in this world. The goody-two-shoes, the self-acclaimed righteous person who never acts or do what they preach. The people who thought that they are better and on higher grounds when in actual fact, they belong to the deepest-rock-bottom-pit-of-hell.
The best example I can give here are those people who chided me for cussing. Allright, I do cuss, I swear, I curse - in multiple languages in fact. So what?! At least I am honest, straightforward and direct. I don't pretend, I don't tell lies, I don't act nice at the front and then go and stab people at their backs, killing them off silently, like cowards. I don't kiss asses, I don't lick boots, and no, I don't angkat pelir. I'm 101% sure I'm better than those bitches who NEVER swear or curse but expertly manipulates people and situations into their advantages, back-stab people and "friends" alike, tell lies and God-knows how many tonnes of other horrible stuffs.
I'm proud to say that I cuss because I'm angered by the injustices that I see in daily lives. I am upset by the way some people behaves. I am perturbed that the society nowadays has degraded to such inconsiderable behaviours. I stand high and tall and I do not waver just because I called an asshole ASSHOLE and a bitch BITCH because they are what I called them, precisely.
You don't like me just because I cuss?
Then go bang your silly-mutated-retarded-sorry-excuse of a head to the wall and die already. Like FUCK I care.
Hurry up and go rot in some corner of the hell, cuz that's exactly where you belong. Geez!!!
hyp⋅o⋅crite
–noun
| 1. | a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, esp. a person whose actions belie stated beliefs. |
| 2. | a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, esp. one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements. |
Origin:
1175–1225; ME ipocrite < class="ital-inline">hypocrita < class="ital-inline">hypokrit
s a stage actor, hence one who pretends to be what he is not, equiv. to hypokr
(nesthai) (see hypocrisy ) + -tēs agent suffix
1175–1225; ME ipocrite < class="ital-inline">hypocrita < class="ital-inline">hypokrit
s a stage actor, hence one who pretends to be what he is not, equiv. to hypokr(nesthai) (see hypocrisy ) + -tēs agent suffixRelated forms:
hyp⋅o⋅crit⋅i⋅cal, adjective
hyp⋅o⋅crit⋅i⋅cal⋅ly, adverb
Synonyms:
deceiver, dissembler, pretender, pharisee.
If you ask me, I'd say that hypocrites are the most despicable people in this world. The goody-two-shoes, the self-acclaimed righteous person who never acts or do what they preach. The people who thought that they are better and on higher grounds when in actual fact, they belong to the deepest-rock-bottom-pit-of-hell.
The best example I can give here are those people who chided me for cussing. Allright, I do cuss, I swear, I curse - in multiple languages in fact. So what?! At least I am honest, straightforward and direct. I don't pretend, I don't tell lies, I don't act nice at the front and then go and stab people at their backs, killing them off silently, like cowards. I don't kiss asses, I don't lick boots, and no, I don't angkat pelir. I'm 101% sure I'm better than those bitches who NEVER swear or curse but expertly manipulates people and situations into their advantages, back-stab people and "friends" alike, tell lies and God-knows how many tonnes of other horrible stuffs.
I'm proud to say that I cuss because I'm angered by the injustices that I see in daily lives. I am upset by the way some people behaves. I am perturbed that the society nowadays has degraded to such inconsiderable behaviours. I stand high and tall and I do not waver just because I called an asshole ASSHOLE and a bitch BITCH because they are what I called them, precisely.
You don't like me just because I cuss?
Then go bang your silly-mutated-retarded-sorry-excuse of a head to the wall and die already. Like FUCK I care.
Hurry up and go rot in some corner of the hell, cuz that's exactly where you belong. Geez!!!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Blocked again?
I've got a problem. I think. I'm having problem thinking up the title for the post I'm making. Is that a sign that my brain is slacking or am I just being plain plain lazy?
=P
I don't know. I hope someone will tell me. I'd appreciate that very very much.
How's your day today? Mine is... hectic. It's frustrating to realize that no matter how tired I am, I just can't afford to divert my eyes elsewhere for even a nanosecond cuz everything starts falling apart the moment I took a breather.
T_T
That is just so so so dreadful. Wei.. I'm not a robot. I'm human also. Why can't I rest? Why can't things just fall into place for just even once? Why is it that I always have to be at the heart of things???
If I have to keep doing all those things I've been doing all these while non-stop, I'm sure my heart will stop beating at the tender age of 30s.
Both my mobile phones batteries went flat before I even reach home today. Too many calls, too many sms-es, too many updates. Does that mean I better go buy another phone? You know, to act as backup. And I have to keep at least 5 pieces of RM50 reload cards in my wallet. I once reloaded RM130 on the spot and it was still not enough. Oh dear. My pocket is emptying fast. I'll start eating grass very very soon. T_T . If my deal is not sealed. Soon. *sigh*
One of my deal is getting really close to being sealed. I hope it seals tonight. Then I can relax for a bit and maybe try and get back to my normal sleeping pattern. Damn deal is killing me. Shhh.. sorry, can't tell you what deal it is about but I assure you.. it's definitely not drugs. Hahaha.. it is a legal deal and I'm just being a bitch for not telling you. At the same time, I want to experience for myself the thrills of keeping secrets. I used to be very transparent, honest and trustworthy. The thing is, I always have to keep secrets for my friends and not the other way around. I don't have much secrets to keep anyway cause I always tell people things but at least, this time, I want to keep this a secret.
Are you dying to know what's the secret deal now?
Kekeke..
I
AM
NOT
telling
you...
^___~
=P
I don't know. I hope someone will tell me. I'd appreciate that very very much.
How's your day today? Mine is... hectic. It's frustrating to realize that no matter how tired I am, I just can't afford to divert my eyes elsewhere for even a nanosecond cuz everything starts falling apart the moment I took a breather.
T_T
That is just so so so dreadful. Wei.. I'm not a robot. I'm human also. Why can't I rest? Why can't things just fall into place for just even once? Why is it that I always have to be at the heart of things???
If I have to keep doing all those things I've been doing all these while non-stop, I'm sure my heart will stop beating at the tender age of 30s.
Both my mobile phones batteries went flat before I even reach home today. Too many calls, too many sms-es, too many updates. Does that mean I better go buy another phone? You know, to act as backup. And I have to keep at least 5 pieces of RM50 reload cards in my wallet. I once reloaded RM130 on the spot and it was still not enough. Oh dear. My pocket is emptying fast. I'll start eating grass very very soon. T_T . If my deal is not sealed. Soon. *sigh*
One of my deal is getting really close to being sealed. I hope it seals tonight. Then I can relax for a bit and maybe try and get back to my normal sleeping pattern. Damn deal is killing me. Shhh.. sorry, can't tell you what deal it is about but I assure you.. it's definitely not drugs. Hahaha.. it is a legal deal and I'm just being a bitch for not telling you. At the same time, I want to experience for myself the thrills of keeping secrets. I used to be very transparent, honest and trustworthy. The thing is, I always have to keep secrets for my friends and not the other way around. I don't have much secrets to keep anyway cause I always tell people things but at least, this time, I want to keep this a secret.
Are you dying to know what's the secret deal now?
Kekeke..
I
AM
NOT
telling
you...
^___~
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Hot spell in Kuching
Jeezzz... it has been so HOT for the past two weeks. If I pray hard enough, if all of us pray hard enough, can we have snow here please?
*bats eyes*
Purreetttyyy puuuleeeezzzzeee??
Why is it so hot???
*looks around*
Ohh.. some retards are doing open burning, AGAIN.
They never learn do they?
On the other hand, what has the enforcers do about this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
No fines. All talk no work.
Same ol' shit.
D-y-s-f-u-n-c-t-i-o-n-a-l.
I-n-e-f-f-i-c-i-e-n-t.
I-n-c-o-m-p-e-t-e-n-t.
L-a-z-y-b-u-m-s.
R-e-t-a-r-d-s.
A-s-s-h-o-l-e-s.
Ptfff.
...
*bats eyes*
Purreetttyyy puuuleeeezzzzeee??
Why is it so hot???
*looks around*
Ohh.. some retards are doing open burning, AGAIN.
They never learn do they?
On the other hand, what has the enforcers do about this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
No fines. All talk no work.
Same ol' shit.
D-y-s-f-u-n-c-t-i-o-n-a-l.
I-n-e-f-f-i-c-i-e-n-t.
I-n-c-o-m-p-e-t-e-n-t.
L-a-z-y-b-u-m-s.
R-e-t-a-r-d-s.
A-s-s-h-o-l-e-s.
Ptfff.
...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Tax : Is it worth paying?
I hate tax. I hate paying them. I mean what for? Just open your eyes wide wide and see what the government is using our hard earned money for.
Do they spend them wisely? No.
Paying hundred of millions just to buy the stupid ink from India all for the sake of a just election? Well, just my ass. I don't even see it used here. Haha. That's right. I voted and I didn't get my fingers/hands inked just to prove that I've voted. I wonder where did all those money go to???
One of the other reason that makes me so tu-lan is by sending monkey Ma into space. A so called astronut. What a waste of our damn money.
Look all around you. Do you see sampah bersepah all over the city/town? Yes. It's not clean at all. It's not presentable. Is the council doing their jobs? I saw how they do their jobs. Especially those sweepers. Instead of sweeping up the rubbish and tree leaves and whatnots, they swept it into the drainage holes by the roadside. Rubbish, leaves and everything. Don't they know that they are clogging the drains?? Nope. They have no brain cells. Their brain cells are either dead, half dead, damaged beyond repair, malfunctioned or MIA (Missing In Action). The least we can do is sympathize at them.
Instead, what did the government do when there's flash flood? What exactly did our leaders say when asked for comments about those floods?
*opens ears wide wide*
*turns volume up loud loud*
The engineers should do a better job at designing the road.
Oh sweet Lord. Please bury some wisdom into those half-brained assholes, even if it is just a speck of dust. Obviously, they are retards. I have no respects for retards. I can't, for the life of me, respect people with monkey brains, donkey brains and whatever it is that they have in their brains. Perhaps they are showing early symptoms of Parkinson disease? Brain damage at birth?
Shouldn't they be looking at those smart sweepers, or the so-called council workers? Why don't they go and dig out all those rubbish that they have plugged into the holes. Why don't they go and check if the road has been constructed in accordance to approved engineering drawings or not? Why don't they go and check whether the job was actually awarded to qualified Contractors who actually know their shits or not? Why don't they go and check and see with their own shit-plastered-eyes what exactly is going on?
Tell me again, why on earth do I have to pay tax that will be used to ensure that these fucked-up-pieces-of-good-for-nothings stay alive through the hardest and darkest moments of their pathetic lives???
I am no saint. And I refuse to be a saint for them donkeys. But rules are rules. Although it is very tempting to break them. Shall I?
Oh damn it. I still haven't fill in that forsaken Tax form. The root of all evil. Evil things are done because they know that there are money. Money comes from citizen. Whether it is hard earned or robbed, it is still money. And money is the root of all evil. Why can't they issue the fucking rule that ensures robbers to fill in the goddamn Tax form too? Robber is a form of profession. Come on dude, they did their jobs too. So why the fuck aren't they taxed? They live here, they breath the same air we do, they do their jobs, they get their money, and yet they are roaming free out there, spending as they wish, enjoying their motherfucking lives much more than we do, and they don't even have to pay the cheebye tax.
And even if they managed to get caught, the government is using our tax money to feed these motherfuckers in jail. Yep. Free nasi kari + drinks + room + transport. And whether the fuel price goes up or not, they are still fed.
We paid so much, and yet we don't feel safe. Crime rate is shooting up like there's no tomorrow. Everyday, people suffers and some dies. Murder cases. Amok cases. Robberies and rape cases.
Do you see our good policemen patrolling the cities and residential areas? Nope. I see them at kopitiam-s. Minum kopi. Taking their sweet time enjoying the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Or I see them hiding at some dark corners of the road. You and I both know what they are up to lar. Especially if it's near the mid or end of the month.
And before I forget, the numbers of fake policeman are rising as well. It doesn't matter if you know law or not. It doesn't matter if you know your rights or not. All it takes is for them to round you up, and scare you shitless into giving them whatever it is that they want, and they will escape, unhurt. Roaming around, freerer than birds. The same won't happen to you though. You'll be lucky if you're not hurt in the process. The law doesn't give a damn even if you get hurt in such cases. And if you hurt them(the baddies) in self defense, somehow the law will manage to come back and bite you at your butt faster than the law can go bite their nuts. Why? There is no justice lar. Justice my ass. You nailed them in self defense, then they will later on come back and haunt you: How come you have this in your house? Then you'll be facing charges of "mempunyai senjata berbahaya" shitty stories. And then your butt will be chewed and chewed till there is no more to chew and then they will move to your bones.
And oh, this is a bit out of topic, but I really can't help but marvel at paikia-s. Sometimes. I believe they are doing better jobs than police. I believe that they can do better jobs than police. Esp in terms of people tracking and investigation works. You won't believe their networkings man. And they are better equipped and more knowledgeable than the law enforcers.
Man. The world is indeed fucked up. Our government is fucked up. Our leaders are fucked up. Our systems are fucked up. Did I miss anything? What else are fucked up? What else aren't?
Tu-lan nye. Ma-deh.
-___-''
Maybe I should change my profession. Perhaps I should quit. Join mafia is better. Anything with power is better. Aiii...
Damn sien. I'm seriously disappointed. Words can't even begin to describe how I actually feel right now.
Pttfff...
Do they spend them wisely? No.
Paying hundred of millions just to buy the stupid ink from India all for the sake of a just election? Well, just my ass. I don't even see it used here. Haha. That's right. I voted and I didn't get my fingers/hands inked just to prove that I've voted. I wonder where did all those money go to???
One of the other reason that makes me so tu-lan is by sending monkey Ma into space. A so called astronut. What a waste of our damn money.
Look all around you. Do you see sampah bersepah all over the city/town? Yes. It's not clean at all. It's not presentable. Is the council doing their jobs? I saw how they do their jobs. Especially those sweepers. Instead of sweeping up the rubbish and tree leaves and whatnots, they swept it into the drainage holes by the roadside. Rubbish, leaves and everything. Don't they know that they are clogging the drains?? Nope. They have no brain cells. Their brain cells are either dead, half dead, damaged beyond repair, malfunctioned or MIA (Missing In Action). The least we can do is sympathize at them.
Instead, what did the government do when there's flash flood? What exactly did our leaders say when asked for comments about those floods?
*opens ears wide wide*
*turns volume up loud loud*
The engineers should do a better job at designing the road.
Oh sweet Lord. Please bury some wisdom into those half-brained assholes, even if it is just a speck of dust. Obviously, they are retards. I have no respects for retards. I can't, for the life of me, respect people with monkey brains, donkey brains and whatever it is that they have in their brains. Perhaps they are showing early symptoms of Parkinson disease? Brain damage at birth?
Shouldn't they be looking at those smart sweepers, or the so-called council workers? Why don't they go and dig out all those rubbish that they have plugged into the holes. Why don't they go and check if the road has been constructed in accordance to approved engineering drawings or not? Why don't they go and check whether the job was actually awarded to qualified Contractors who actually know their shits or not? Why don't they go and check and see with their own shit-plastered-eyes what exactly is going on?
Tell me again, why on earth do I have to pay tax that will be used to ensure that these fucked-up-pieces-of-good-for-nothings stay alive through the hardest and darkest moments of their pathetic lives???
I am no saint. And I refuse to be a saint for them donkeys. But rules are rules. Although it is very tempting to break them. Shall I?
Oh damn it. I still haven't fill in that forsaken Tax form. The root of all evil. Evil things are done because they know that there are money. Money comes from citizen. Whether it is hard earned or robbed, it is still money. And money is the root of all evil. Why can't they issue the fucking rule that ensures robbers to fill in the goddamn Tax form too? Robber is a form of profession. Come on dude, they did their jobs too. So why the fuck aren't they taxed? They live here, they breath the same air we do, they do their jobs, they get their money, and yet they are roaming free out there, spending as they wish, enjoying their motherfucking lives much more than we do, and they don't even have to pay the cheebye tax.
And even if they managed to get caught, the government is using our tax money to feed these motherfuckers in jail. Yep. Free nasi kari + drinks + room + transport. And whether the fuel price goes up or not, they are still fed.
We paid so much, and yet we don't feel safe. Crime rate is shooting up like there's no tomorrow. Everyday, people suffers and some dies. Murder cases. Amok cases. Robberies and rape cases.
Do you see our good policemen patrolling the cities and residential areas? Nope. I see them at kopitiam-s. Minum kopi. Taking their sweet time enjoying the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Or I see them hiding at some dark corners of the road. You and I both know what they are up to lar. Especially if it's near the mid or end of the month.
And before I forget, the numbers of fake policeman are rising as well. It doesn't matter if you know law or not. It doesn't matter if you know your rights or not. All it takes is for them to round you up, and scare you shitless into giving them whatever it is that they want, and they will escape, unhurt. Roaming around, freerer than birds. The same won't happen to you though. You'll be lucky if you're not hurt in the process. The law doesn't give a damn even if you get hurt in such cases. And if you hurt them(the baddies) in self defense, somehow the law will manage to come back and bite you at your butt faster than the law can go bite their nuts. Why? There is no justice lar. Justice my ass. You nailed them in self defense, then they will later on come back and haunt you: How come you have this in your house? Then you'll be facing charges of "mempunyai senjata berbahaya" shitty stories. And then your butt will be chewed and chewed till there is no more to chew and then they will move to your bones.
And oh, this is a bit out of topic, but I really can't help but marvel at paikia-s. Sometimes. I believe they are doing better jobs than police. I believe that they can do better jobs than police. Esp in terms of people tracking and investigation works. You won't believe their networkings man. And they are better equipped and more knowledgeable than the law enforcers.
Man. The world is indeed fucked up. Our government is fucked up. Our leaders are fucked up. Our systems are fucked up. Did I miss anything? What else are fucked up? What else aren't?
Tu-lan nye. Ma-deh.
-___-''
Maybe I should change my profession. Perhaps I should quit. Join mafia is better. Anything with power is better. Aiii...
Damn sien. I'm seriously disappointed. Words can't even begin to describe how I actually feel right now.
Pttfff...
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Ajiten's food getting lousier and lousier...
I brought my whole family for a full Japanese dinner at Ajiten last night.
The food was a disappointment.
The price went up.
The services went down.
Food portion was smaller than usual.
No more refill for green tea as well.
Even though they have just renovated their establishment, I don't think I'll go there for a long long time.
Yuck.
The food was a disappointment.
The price went up.
The services went down.
Food portion was smaller than usual.
No more refill for green tea as well.
Even though they have just renovated their establishment, I don't think I'll go there for a long long time.
Yuck.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
does my blog lack anything?
You know. Occasionally, question like this jumps out of nowhere. I can't escape from it. As much as I don't mind, this question never fails to amuse me. Yeah, I guess curiosity kills the cat. But I'm not a cat, so does that apply still? Haha...
I went to the Mdm. Tang cafe for a lunch gathering with a couple of my friends today. Well, we're supposed to have 6 peps (including me) but well, the other couple couldn't make it cause they were sick (or at least 1 of them was sick, is sick...) and the other one had to go back to Sibu. Although it's just the three of us, we had a nice long chat from everything to anything. It was great. I miss a good talk with fellow friends. It's a good form of stress relief.
They even teased me to take pics of the food that we ordered so that I can post them up in my blog. I know I know. My blog is really kinda dead. Quite dead.
My digicam was perched somewhere in my room. Collecting dust. My passion in photography died quite sometime ago. Hmmm. I wonder what killed it?
They even gave me a hint : Pictures! Post more pictures!! That's the only thing your blog lacks of!!!
-_-'' I don't know why guys, and I hate it but it seems that I'm the only one who has the utter misfortune AND inability to access blogger.com be it to post new writings or just upload pictures. Sometimes, it took me days just to access my account and by the time I managed to do so, I've totally forgotten what I wanted to write cause I was so pissed off.
And I hardly get comments because most of my readers have such horrible experiences trying to comment on my posts (they told me themselves... ;_;). I guess that's another turn off eh? *sigh*
Besides, I haven't been blogging as much as I'd have preferred.
I just realized that I've worked too hard. I travel too much. I'm too tired to be able to do anything once I finished my tasks. I've used every single cell in my brain to memorize, to remember, to adjust and re-adjust all the activities, rescheduling and keeping track of all the shits at work. I've sapped my stamina and energy dry by worrying about trivial matters that won't earn me even an extra cent. So much so that I hardly have time to socialize. I hardly have time to blog. I hardly have time to stop and chat, to know what's going on around me. I hardly have time to go shopping. I hardly have time for anything fun or relaxing.
I miss the time when I had the chance to play badminton with my friends. I miss the outings, I miss the yam cha sessions with them. I miss the chats. The gossips!! Going to cinema for a movie. Taking a brief walk in the garden. Gatherings and gatherings and more gatherings. With friends, colleagues, ex-colleagues, old friends and etc etc.
Gosh I feel like a zombie. I sound as if I don't have a life. I sound so dead and mundane. Now, who the hell would want to read my blog the way it is?
Are you sure you are reading what I'm writing? You didn't come here by accident? Like you really come to check out on what I write?
Awww... thanks. Whether you genuinely care for me or you're just dropping by cause you're kaypoh and you want to find out the latest news and gossips, whoever you are, tenkiu.
Now now. Are you pissed that you read all this nonsense just to get me saying thank you to you? Be grateful now okay! At least I said thanks!!!
Aaaa... gomen. I'll think up of something. It appears that I need some adjustments to my own life. So gimme some time to put things back the way I want them to be. If you decided that you like my kinda crap, then come back often. You don't have to tell me who you are. The numbers of visitors are sufficient enough.
Thank you.
*bows low low*
I went to the Mdm. Tang cafe for a lunch gathering with a couple of my friends today. Well, we're supposed to have 6 peps (including me) but well, the other couple couldn't make it cause they were sick (or at least 1 of them was sick, is sick...) and the other one had to go back to Sibu. Although it's just the three of us, we had a nice long chat from everything to anything. It was great. I miss a good talk with fellow friends. It's a good form of stress relief.
They even teased me to take pics of the food that we ordered so that I can post them up in my blog. I know I know. My blog is really kinda dead. Quite dead.
My digicam was perched somewhere in my room. Collecting dust. My passion in photography died quite sometime ago. Hmmm. I wonder what killed it?
They even gave me a hint : Pictures! Post more pictures!! That's the only thing your blog lacks of!!!
-_-'' I don't know why guys, and I hate it but it seems that I'm the only one who has the utter misfortune AND inability to access blogger.com be it to post new writings or just upload pictures. Sometimes, it took me days just to access my account and by the time I managed to do so, I've totally forgotten what I wanted to write cause I was so pissed off.
And I hardly get comments because most of my readers have such horrible experiences trying to comment on my posts (they told me themselves... ;_;). I guess that's another turn off eh? *sigh*
Besides, I haven't been blogging as much as I'd have preferred.
I just realized that I've worked too hard. I travel too much. I'm too tired to be able to do anything once I finished my tasks. I've used every single cell in my brain to memorize, to remember, to adjust and re-adjust all the activities, rescheduling and keeping track of all the shits at work. I've sapped my stamina and energy dry by worrying about trivial matters that won't earn me even an extra cent. So much so that I hardly have time to socialize. I hardly have time to blog. I hardly have time to stop and chat, to know what's going on around me. I hardly have time to go shopping. I hardly have time for anything fun or relaxing.
I miss the time when I had the chance to play badminton with my friends. I miss the outings, I miss the yam cha sessions with them. I miss the chats. The gossips!! Going to cinema for a movie. Taking a brief walk in the garden. Gatherings and gatherings and more gatherings. With friends, colleagues, ex-colleagues, old friends and etc etc.
Gosh I feel like a zombie. I sound as if I don't have a life. I sound so dead and mundane. Now, who the hell would want to read my blog the way it is?
Are you sure you are reading what I'm writing? You didn't come here by accident? Like you really come to check out on what I write?
Awww... thanks. Whether you genuinely care for me or you're just dropping by cause you're kaypoh and you want to find out the latest news and gossips, whoever you are, tenkiu.
Now now. Are you pissed that you read all this nonsense just to get me saying thank you to you? Be grateful now okay! At least I said thanks!!!
Aaaa... gomen. I'll think up of something. It appears that I need some adjustments to my own life. So gimme some time to put things back the way I want them to be. If you decided that you like my kinda crap, then come back often. You don't have to tell me who you are. The numbers of visitors are sufficient enough.
Thank you.
*bows low low*
Friday, September 14, 2007
food poisoning..
Gasp! They poisoned me! They did! They did!
Who else but the Philippines... gosh!
I was feeling extremely uncomfortable after having lunch with them at 1.30 PM yesterday. The assault started full swing at 4++ PM. I had diarrhea and vomited non-stop since 4.45 PM yesterday till 4 AM this morning. Wah lao eh!!! Talk about drastic fat-riddance. It's a good thing I'm made tough, unlike some sotong out there. But still, it's taking its toll on me.
I'm sleep deprived. I haven't taken anything since lunch at 1.30 PM yesterday till 10 AM this morning. To tell you the truth, I was actually starving but I stopped myself from eating anything because I know all of them will ended up in the toilet bowl. The food will be churned in my stomach (making matters worse for me) and then dumped out of my system thru diarrhea (more time in toilet) or vomit (also more time in the toilet). If this goes on for 3 days in a row, I'll definitely see my dream slim figure pretty soon.
But NO!!! I can't stand that! I won't have this! This is PURE torture! I'd rather be fat than suffer through this. This countless lau sai episode is killing me! It seems like I spent more time with the dang toilet bowl than in the bed! Heck, I'm starting to smell like toilet itself. Ewwww!!!! Pui!
I woke up at 6 AM today and the first thing I did was rush all the way to the toilet. Lau sai again. Wah piang eh! Die lor like this.
I kept doing that till 8.30 AM. Even as I checked out from hotel... even after putting all my luggages in the car... I rushed all the way back to the hotel to lau sai. UGH!
Sped all the way to the pharmacy and bought the chinese medicine to stop the diarrhea. Took two bloody sachets of them and guess what? The medicine is marvelous. I've stopped lau sai all together!
Awesome!
By the way, I flew back to Kuching this morning. It's a wonder that I didn't vomit inside the plane.
Now, I'm back at home in Kuching. Hugging my soft fluffy pillows. Sinking myself in MY nice comfy bed. Breathing in the scent of home sweet home and being pampered silly by my mum.
It's good to be home! Healthy or not, it's ALWAYS good to be home.
AAAaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
psssttt : I'm not going to the office later on. Pah... ;P
Who else but the Philippines... gosh!
I was feeling extremely uncomfortable after having lunch with them at 1.30 PM yesterday. The assault started full swing at 4++ PM. I had diarrhea and vomited non-stop since 4.45 PM yesterday till 4 AM this morning. Wah lao eh!!! Talk about drastic fat-riddance. It's a good thing I'm made tough, unlike some sotong out there. But still, it's taking its toll on me.
I'm sleep deprived. I haven't taken anything since lunch at 1.30 PM yesterday till 10 AM this morning. To tell you the truth, I was actually starving but I stopped myself from eating anything because I know all of them will ended up in the toilet bowl. The food will be churned in my stomach (making matters worse for me) and then dumped out of my system thru diarrhea (more time in toilet) or vomit (also more time in the toilet). If this goes on for 3 days in a row, I'll definitely see my dream slim figure pretty soon.
But NO!!! I can't stand that! I won't have this! This is PURE torture! I'd rather be fat than suffer through this. This countless lau sai episode is killing me! It seems like I spent more time with the dang toilet bowl than in the bed! Heck, I'm starting to smell like toilet itself. Ewwww!!!! Pui!
I woke up at 6 AM today and the first thing I did was rush all the way to the toilet. Lau sai again. Wah piang eh! Die lor like this.
I kept doing that till 8.30 AM. Even as I checked out from hotel... even after putting all my luggages in the car... I rushed all the way back to the hotel to lau sai. UGH!
Sped all the way to the pharmacy and bought the chinese medicine to stop the diarrhea. Took two bloody sachets of them and guess what? The medicine is marvelous. I've stopped lau sai all together!
Awesome!
By the way, I flew back to Kuching this morning. It's a wonder that I didn't vomit inside the plane.
Now, I'm back at home in Kuching. Hugging my soft fluffy pillows. Sinking myself in MY nice comfy bed. Breathing in the scent of home sweet home and being pampered silly by my mum.
It's good to be home! Healthy or not, it's ALWAYS good to be home.
AAAaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
psssttt : I'm not going to the office later on. Pah... ;P
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
losing respect in guys, especially engineers
I just got back an hour ago from a site visit. The very much promised site visit with my company's constractor. The moment I reached the site though, I felt nothing but a pang of disappointment. I totally lost respect for the Engineer (let's call him EJ) who's supposed to man the site there.
What? I've gone to take care of other sites (fully relieved that the EJ is going to take care of the site here) for two weeks and I came back to a total ruins.
The things (some called it Scope of Work) that EJ's supposed to cover on the site has been totally neglected.
The site looked worse than before. Before that it looked okay. Acceptable. Now? *shakes head*
And a reliable source reported to me that EJ has not gone to the site for close to a week.
I confirmed this too because whenever I called him for the past few days and asked him where was he, the answer is always "At home...".
Either that, or he never answers my phone calls. Never replied my sms.
*rolls eyes*
I asked him why didn't he go to site or office and I get the silent treatment. No explanation. No excuses. No reasons. Just silence.
THAT's one of the reason why I can't accept Engineers as my boyfriend (not that I want him to be my bf, he's old, he's dark, he's ugly, and he's married . As friend (to a certain extend) yes, but boyfried - no. Potential husband? BIG NO NO!
MOST of them are NOT gentlement in ANY way. They excelled in being totally irresponsible and can score 101% in cheating, lying and boasting competition.
Number 1 male chauvinist pigs. Yeah they are always right. Yeah nobody can prove them wrong. And yeah, they have the ultimate say.
*S-P-A-T!!*
If they are none of the above, then they are plain plain stupid.
Only a precious 3% of them are the kind, nice, gentlements that they are. Fully responsible, friendly, easily adapting to surroundings and very cooperative...
Back to reality though,...
AND he dares to tell everybody that it's my job to be full time on site. He stated ever so loudly that HIS job is to sit in the office.
O.o
OMG! OMG! OMFG!!!!!
Guys. Tidak tahu malu punye binatang (translate : animals who know no shame). So bloody thick faced.
Should I send him back to Philippine?? Because other than lazing around, boasting and pushing reponsibilities to every possible directions, I don't see him doing anything worth mentioning. At all.
*breathes in deeply... deeply... deeper still...*
Oooo... a challenge eh?
*evil grins*
It's about time. I've been bored half dead without any interesting "happenings".
Hn. I'm contemplating two things :
1) write formal letter to his boss and cc to mine, or
2) write a full length report and submit them to my boss and his boss and then cc to anybody else with enough perks / interests to read...
... spicy... should be. Right?
It's HIS job to take care of the site. Transfer of technology so as to speak. He knows all the specification. Supposedly. I've been told he's the expert. He's supposed to help us setup the site. So, how can you setup the site by being absent from it?
My job? My job is to check on him. To make sure he's not slacking off. That he's really giving us the very much needed input. My job is to tell him the norms of how we get things done here. The procedures. The proper channels to go for in order to get things done. The various government departments and agencies involved. My job is to prepare the countless paper works and frigging documentations needed to get the goddamn things done.
His job? Providing input. And he has the audacity to tell people that I should be on site? Do I need to be on site if I can't give input? It's his job! HIS job! To teach my underlings how to get things done. To train them. My job is to monitor them!
Fuck him. All of them got their priorities wrong - including his moron of a boss and his colleagues. They got their pictures, their BIG PICTURES painted upside down!
I'm sooo tempted to start a full fledge war. It'll be interesting to see their reactions. I can't wait. And even as I'm typing now, I can't help but thinking and considering the things that I should put in the report. *giddy*
Yeah. I'm bad. That much I admit. So don't fucking mess with me!
p/s : An advice from me to all guys out there. If you don't know how to do your things, don't act as if you know. And even if you know your stuffs, don't EVER end up bullying girls. Because only low life losers and filthy sscums do that. Where's your honor as a man huh? Where the fuck is it?! Fucking losers. Yeah. You're one mother fucking loser if you've ever done any of those stuffs mentioned above. Pushing responsibilities away. Lying. Cheating. Double standards. Biased. Acting that you're always right. Never admiting your mistakes. (Gosh!The damn list is endless! Grrr..)
What? I've gone to take care of other sites (fully relieved that the EJ is going to take care of the site here) for two weeks and I came back to a total ruins.
The things (some called it Scope of Work) that EJ's supposed to cover on the site has been totally neglected.
The site looked worse than before. Before that it looked okay. Acceptable. Now? *shakes head*
And a reliable source reported to me that EJ has not gone to the site for close to a week.
I confirmed this too because whenever I called him for the past few days and asked him where was he, the answer is always "At home...".
Either that, or he never answers my phone calls. Never replied my sms.
*rolls eyes*
I asked him why didn't he go to site or office and I get the silent treatment. No explanation. No excuses. No reasons. Just silence.
THAT's one of the reason why I can't accept Engineers as my boyfriend (not that I want him to be my bf, he's old, he's dark, he's ugly, and he's married . As friend (to a certain extend) yes, but boyfried - no. Potential husband? BIG NO NO!
MOST of them are NOT gentlement in ANY way. They excelled in being totally irresponsible and can score 101% in cheating, lying and boasting competition.
Number 1 male chauvinist pigs. Yeah they are always right. Yeah nobody can prove them wrong. And yeah, they have the ultimate say.
*S-P-A-T!!*
If they are none of the above, then they are plain plain stupid.
Only a precious 3% of them are the kind, nice, gentlements that they are. Fully responsible, friendly, easily adapting to surroundings and very cooperative...
Back to reality though,...
AND he dares to tell everybody that it's my job to be full time on site. He stated ever so loudly that HIS job is to sit in the office.
O.o
OMG! OMG! OMFG!!!!!
Guys. Tidak tahu malu punye binatang (translate : animals who know no shame). So bloody thick faced.
Should I send him back to Philippine?? Because other than lazing around, boasting and pushing reponsibilities to every possible directions, I don't see him doing anything worth mentioning. At all.
*breathes in deeply... deeply... deeper still...*
Oooo... a challenge eh?
*evil grins*
It's about time. I've been bored half dead without any interesting "happenings".
Hn. I'm contemplating two things :
1) write formal letter to his boss and cc to mine, or
2) write a full length report and submit them to my boss and his boss and then cc to anybody else with enough perks / interests to read...
... spicy... should be. Right?
It's HIS job to take care of the site. Transfer of technology so as to speak. He knows all the specification. Supposedly. I've been told he's the expert. He's supposed to help us setup the site. So, how can you setup the site by being absent from it?
My job? My job is to check on him. To make sure he's not slacking off. That he's really giving us the very much needed input. My job is to tell him the norms of how we get things done here. The procedures. The proper channels to go for in order to get things done. The various government departments and agencies involved. My job is to prepare the countless paper works and frigging documentations needed to get the goddamn things done.
His job? Providing input. And he has the audacity to tell people that I should be on site? Do I need to be on site if I can't give input? It's his job! HIS job! To teach my underlings how to get things done. To train them. My job is to monitor them!
Fuck him. All of them got their priorities wrong - including his moron of a boss and his colleagues. They got their pictures, their BIG PICTURES painted upside down!
I'm sooo tempted to start a full fledge war. It'll be interesting to see their reactions. I can't wait. And even as I'm typing now, I can't help but thinking and considering the things that I should put in the report. *giddy*
Yeah. I'm bad. That much I admit. So don't fucking mess with me!
p/s : An advice from me to all guys out there. If you don't know how to do your things, don't act as if you know. And even if you know your stuffs, don't EVER end up bullying girls. Because only low life losers and filthy sscums do that. Where's your honor as a man huh? Where the fuck is it?! Fucking losers. Yeah. You're one mother fucking loser if you've ever done any of those stuffs mentioned above. Pushing responsibilities away. Lying. Cheating. Double standards. Biased. Acting that you're always right. Never admiting your mistakes. (Gosh!The damn list is endless! Grrr..)
gym or no gym?
Good morning people. Rise and shine.
How's your day? Mine? As usual. Boring. I'm still waiting for the contractor to come and see me. I hate waiting. *drums fingers on the table*
While waiting for the Snailey (the contractor lor) to come, I dwelled in the thoughts of slimming down. Of course, there's no way I can slim down by merely thinking about it only. I need to do something and I need to do them fast.
Either I cut down on my eating, or I exercise. Starving myself to death is out of the question because I have gastric and that means constant eating, in small portions and on time basis. Don't get me wrong. I do like sweet stuffs, eg. ice creams, chocolates and drinks but I don't take them excessively. In fact, I can't stand taking too much sweets myself. I don't eat junk food such as snacks/keropok/cuttlefish and etc etc (apart from ice cream and peanuts) and I don't take sweets nor chewing gums. Exercise as in going to gym. I believe right now, I'm at the fattest stage in my entire 28 years of life here on earth. I have to shed those extra fat fast fast before I resort to cutting down on what I'm eating.
Why? I've tried cutting down on my food intake. To my utter horror, what used to work wonders on me is not working anymore! If before, I'll lose weight by merely cutting down on my food intake, now it makes no difference at all.
;_; I really really really feel like crying. So now I have to try gym. Gosh. I really dislike gym ya know. But I have no other choice. It's either I go jogging, or I go to gym. Should I try jogging first before I go to gym?
Aaaarrrggghhhhh... H-E-L-P!!!!!!
How's your day? Mine? As usual. Boring. I'm still waiting for the contractor to come and see me. I hate waiting. *drums fingers on the table*
While waiting for the Snailey (the contractor lor) to come, I dwelled in the thoughts of slimming down. Of course, there's no way I can slim down by merely thinking about it only. I need to do something and I need to do them fast.
Either I cut down on my eating, or I exercise. Starving myself to death is out of the question because I have gastric and that means constant eating, in small portions and on time basis. Don't get me wrong. I do like sweet stuffs, eg. ice creams, chocolates and drinks but I don't take them excessively. In fact, I can't stand taking too much sweets myself. I don't eat junk food such as snacks/keropok/cuttlefish and etc etc (apart from ice cream and peanuts) and I don't take sweets nor chewing gums. Exercise as in going to gym. I believe right now, I'm at the fattest stage in my entire 28 years of life here on earth. I have to shed those extra fat fast fast before I resort to cutting down on what I'm eating.
Why? I've tried cutting down on my food intake. To my utter horror, what used to work wonders on me is not working anymore! If before, I'll lose weight by merely cutting down on my food intake, now it makes no difference at all.
;_; I really really really feel like crying. So now I have to try gym. Gosh. I really dislike gym ya know. But I have no other choice. It's either I go jogging, or I go to gym. Should I try jogging first before I go to gym?
Aaaarrrggghhhhh... H-E-L-P!!!!!!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Boring day : Cancelled meeting, rescheduled site visit...
Today sucks. The meeting's been cancelled. Even the site visit (my only survival hope from total boredom) was cancelled at the last minute too because the contractor went missing. I'm freaking pissed of calling anybody today. Most of my calls today either went unanswered or went straight into voice mails. Fuck voice mails. And fuck them for not answering. And fuck them for their busy tones.
And fuck blogger too. It took me two fucking days just to log on. Goddamn it. What the fuck is going on? Practically everything went wrong. Geezzz. Fuck!
There aren't any movies worth watching showing in the cinema too.
My friends are all busy busy busy. Working. Jaga anak. Traveling. Attending courses.
For those who aren't busy, I'm damn paiseh in calling them out. Later on ppl salah faham. Then all hell break lose. Tiu.
So, with my blood boiling all over my body, I went to bed. Slept myself dizzy. Until my aunt woke me up, with a stupid phone call. Asking loads of stupid questions that irritate me further.
What's the matter with people nowadays? And what's the matter with me? Have I gone nuts?
I'm bored out of my life and I simply can't stand conversing with total idiots. They ruin my day. They fucking ruin my day. AND... talking about idiots, I had the miserable misfortune of talking with a downright jerk last week. The conversation goes like this:
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Me : Help me to buy two cartons of milk. Got special offer now. RM2.99 per carton. Normal price RM3.20.
Idiot : What flavour?
Me : Milk. Fernleaf. Yellow box. Neh, the ones I bought together with you that day one aaa...
Idiot : What flavour?
Me : ... Milk lar!
Idiot : I know. What flavour you want? Got two flavour you know.
Me : Of coz I know! The other is chocolate. I want milk. MILK!
Idiot : What flavour??
Me : KNN CCB you fucking moron!!! I told you I want milk. MILK! Which part of that you didn't fucking understand?!!!! Are you of the Ma decendants or what? MCB why the fuck are you so stupid!!!!!
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I have many many many experiences with idiots. Dunce. I'll write and post them up if blogger behaves later on. Go and find them up at Dialogue. If you want to read them that is.
For now, I'll just stay in the hotel and eat cheese cakes, drink lotsa heavily caffeined coffee, watch the stupid box, listen to jerks screaming their lungs out and try to sleep.
Conclusion of today : Sucks. Horrible. I've had better days. I've seen better days. Geezzz...
And fuck blogger too. It took me two fucking days just to log on. Goddamn it. What the fuck is going on? Practically everything went wrong. Geezzz. Fuck!
There aren't any movies worth watching showing in the cinema too.
My friends are all busy busy busy. Working. Jaga anak. Traveling. Attending courses.
For those who aren't busy, I'm damn paiseh in calling them out. Later on ppl salah faham. Then all hell break lose. Tiu.
So, with my blood boiling all over my body, I went to bed. Slept myself dizzy. Until my aunt woke me up, with a stupid phone call. Asking loads of stupid questions that irritate me further.
What's the matter with people nowadays? And what's the matter with me? Have I gone nuts?
I'm bored out of my life and I simply can't stand conversing with total idiots. They ruin my day. They fucking ruin my day. AND... talking about idiots, I had the miserable misfortune of talking with a downright jerk last week. The conversation goes like this:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Me : Help me to buy two cartons of milk. Got special offer now. RM2.99 per carton. Normal price RM3.20.
Idiot : What flavour?
Me : Milk. Fernleaf. Yellow box. Neh, the ones I bought together with you that day one aaa...
Idiot : What flavour?
Me : ... Milk lar!
Idiot : I know. What flavour you want? Got two flavour you know.
Me : Of coz I know! The other is chocolate. I want milk. MILK!
Idiot : What flavour??
Me : KNN CCB you fucking moron!!! I told you I want milk. MILK! Which part of that you didn't fucking understand?!!!! Are you of the Ma decendants or what? MCB why the fuck are you so stupid!!!!!
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I have many many many experiences with idiots. Dunce. I'll write and post them up if blogger behaves later on. Go and find them up at Dialogue. If you want to read them that is.
For now, I'll just stay in the hotel and eat cheese cakes, drink lotsa heavily caffeined coffee, watch the stupid box, listen to jerks screaming their lungs out and try to sleep.
Conclusion of today : Sucks. Horrible. I've had better days. I've seen better days. Geezzz...
Sunday, September 2, 2007
weird pronunciations...
Have you ever noticed the weird pronunciations some people use when conversing in English? Especially those from foreign countries? I've had several encounters but what baffled me the most are the pronunciation of Philippines. No matter how highly educated they are they always, ALWAYS pronounce certain words differently. And man, they always baffle me. Really.
Examples of their pronunciations:
Example 1
What they said : Let's fuck them!
What they really meant : Let's fax them!
Hint : They were talking about faxing the letters to a certain somebody.
O.O'' Don't believe me? Really. They pronounced fax as fuck. I got the shock of my life when they said that in front of me. I looked at them and asked "Excuse me?! Who do you wanna fuck??!"
They roared in laughter when they realized what I was thinking. Geez!
Example 2
What they said : Where's your bug door?
What they really meant : Where's your back door?
Hint : They were actually talking about exit doors. I nearly banged my head to the nearest wall because I look like a total idiot staring at them, asking them again and again what was it that they really want. In the end, I made them spell the damn word out. Grrr...
Well, it's sad to say that I'm always exhausted after talking with them for long hours because I'm worried that my pronunciations will go haywire. Normally, I'll try talking to other people in English (with proper pronunciation) just to get rid of the stupid Philippine accent that somehow contaminated my system. I'm worried sick that I'd end up with pronunciations like them! Aaarrrggghhh!!!
Examples of their pronunciations:
Example 1
What they said : Let's fuck them!
What they really meant : Let's fax them!
Hint : They were talking about faxing the letters to a certain somebody.
O.O'' Don't believe me? Really. They pronounced fax as fuck. I got the shock of my life when they said that in front of me. I looked at them and asked "Excuse me?! Who do you wanna fuck??!"
They roared in laughter when they realized what I was thinking. Geez!
Example 2
What they said : Where's your bug door?
What they really meant : Where's your back door?
Hint : They were actually talking about exit doors. I nearly banged my head to the nearest wall because I look like a total idiot staring at them, asking them again and again what was it that they really want. In the end, I made them spell the damn word out. Grrr...
Well, it's sad to say that I'm always exhausted after talking with them for long hours because I'm worried that my pronunciations will go haywire. Normally, I'll try talking to other people in English (with proper pronunciation) just to get rid of the stupid Philippine accent that somehow contaminated my system. I'm worried sick that I'd end up with pronunciations like them! Aaarrrggghhh!!!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Bad day...
Today is one of those days most people dread the most. At least, I do. Dread them days like this.
It started off beautifully. So beautiful that you'd think to yourself... I love being alive...
Then, bad things started pouring in one after another. Nah, it's a beautiful day. I don't mind one or two bad things.
Then more and more shits started pouring in and it's actually aimed at your face. Fuck *starts to lose patience*
Next came the biggest, worst, slimiest shits you'd ever imagined in that slimy small tight head of yours. Then you'd go OMG... fuck fuck fuck
Fuck (multiply that by 1000 to the power of eternity)
I felt like I've just fell down from the top of Mount Everest and landed on a huge pile of cow dung. Ugh!!!
Ok ok. The story is this. I accomplished something major tasks today and I felt good about it. I was on cloud 9. I felt useful. I felt great. Awesome.
Before I had enough time to soak in my accomplishments though, I get one after another weird calls. All meant trouble. Suddenly, problems just popped out of nowhere and they kept coming in fast.
I didn't have enough ears to listen to the laments of these poor souls and of course, I don't have enough mouth to calm or soothe them or provide solutions for them and DAMN RIGHT I only have one brain and I can't think or listen to 3 phone calls at the same time, process all the frigging problems and come up with a solution for each of those goddamn problems as if I'm some awesome professor working at one of the most prestigious Universities in the world.
I'm beat. I feel totally useless. I wish I'm Superman or Wonder Woman. Just so I can fix things on my own without needing any other assholes help or support or cooperation. Fuck team work!
I hate works that need team members. I hate depending on people. I hate those goddamn mother-fuckers who dunno their roles and can't differentiate a dick from a boob.
I hate morons.
AND...
I hate today.
It started off beautifully. So beautiful that you'd think to yourself... I love being alive...
Then, bad things started pouring in one after another. Nah, it's a beautiful day. I don't mind one or two bad things.
Then more and more shits started pouring in and it's actually aimed at your face. Fuck *starts to lose patience*
Next came the biggest, worst, slimiest shits you'd ever imagined in that slimy small tight head of yours. Then you'd go OMG... fuck fuck fuck
Fuck (multiply that by 1000 to the power of eternity)
I felt like I've just fell down from the top of Mount Everest and landed on a huge pile of cow dung. Ugh!!!
Ok ok. The story is this. I accomplished something major tasks today and I felt good about it. I was on cloud 9. I felt useful. I felt great. Awesome.
Before I had enough time to soak in my accomplishments though, I get one after another weird calls. All meant trouble. Suddenly, problems just popped out of nowhere and they kept coming in fast.
I didn't have enough ears to listen to the laments of these poor souls and of course, I don't have enough mouth to calm or soothe them or provide solutions for them and DAMN RIGHT I only have one brain and I can't think or listen to 3 phone calls at the same time, process all the frigging problems and come up with a solution for each of those goddamn problems as if I'm some awesome professor working at one of the most prestigious Universities in the world.
WHAT . A . FUCKING. DAY.
I'm beat. I feel totally useless. I wish I'm Superman or Wonder Woman. Just so I can fix things on my own without needing any other assholes help or support or cooperation. Fuck team work!
I hate works that need team members. I hate depending on people. I hate those goddamn mother-fuckers who dunno their roles and can't differentiate a dick from a boob.
I hate morons.
AND...
I hate today.
Friday, August 3, 2007
stay in Sibu
My stay in Sibu is... how should I put it. Tiring? Yeah. Although I hate to admit that, it's true. Tiring.
I spent whole day at the site, or outside, running all over the places.
That includes flying. On a helicopter. Sounds cool? Yeah. Cool. In between the heli rides and dining at expensive exclusive places, being able to order absolutely anything I want at whim, and getting to know all the VIPs out there, it amaze me how upset still I am.
I'm still upset that they haven't given me the laptop and mobile phone and car that they'd promised me.
As angry and pissed as I am with this, I still manage to suppress my anger somewhat (miraculously) because I found out the reason why they were unable to do that. My God. *slaps forehead*
Everything is in such a mess. No wonder they are willing to hire me at such high price. They expect me to just swing my wand and poof! All the problems are solved. Gone into thin air. Vanished!
Ma-deh. As if that is possible. And to think that I have to give 3 months notice to resign. To be honest, I'm close to resigning. Again. I hate this miserable "chess" game. Either you lose or you win. Such bloody tiring game.
Patience. Patience. I need them now. Patience. Loads. More than you can imagine.
I'm wee bit close to calling my boss and bombed him this morning. Yeah. Those of you who knows me in person KNOWS that I'll do that whenever I'm pissed and that I won't give a fuck who's at the receiving end. And yeah. I woke up at the wrong side of the bed. I woke up angry. I woke up upset. And super pissed after making several important deciding calls back to HQ in Kuching.
FUCK! The first big four lettered foul word of the day. It's my word of the day.
Kanneh comes 2nd.
Cheebye comes 3rd.
As much as I want to curse, I hate to admit that my vocabulary on foul words are super limited.
Conclusion is : I'm not even good in cursing. Loser. Lame. Tiu.
So, instead of going to the site, I've locked myself inside the hotel room, enjoying the air cond, the coffee, the tv, the music, and the joy of surfing and blogging all in one go. Oh, with great Sibu town scenery too.
Have I mentioned that I bought a laptop? It's mine. Not the company ones. I've been wanting to buy one for quite some time now. Finally got it. Everything's fabulous. Except the bloody keyboard though. It's not responsive. I can't repeatedly type two continuous letter at one go. The letters just won't come out. So it's kinda annoying for me cause I type super fast. Average 70-80 words per minute. If the keyboard is nice and to my liking, I can easily reach 90 words per minute with 100% accuracy rate.
You don't believe me? Think I'm bluffing? Ask my friends. They'll smack your head and tell you "What? You don't fucking believe her? Try and have a competition with her then you MORON!"
*double whacks*
The speakers are awesome. The display is splendid. Oh. It's an Acer by the way. Aspire 4520. Cheap and fast unit. The shell is black in colour and after a while staring at it, I begin to like it. I didn't like it at first. The shape's slightly different. A little on the oval egg shape. Has curves on every corner. Everything's good and dandy. I've always liked Acer for a while now. Compared to Toshiba and NEC and Twinhead. But this unit has lousy keyboard. Fuck. Everything's good except the goddamn keyboard. Do you think I can have the keyboard changed? Better still, I'll go get a good keyboard. Kanneh.
I know. I'm babbling. Rambling. Ranting. Whatever.
I'm not in the mood to work. I'm bored. I'm pissed. I'm upset. I'm dizzy. The combination of all these produces:-
bored + pissed + upset + dizzy = bad mood
When I'm in a bad mood, it means I'm suicidal. Aggressive. Super sensitive. Every little thing is wrong for me. Right now I feel like flinging the 21" tv set in my hotel room out of the huge window panes behind me.
It'll be fun to watch it crash all the way down. It'll be better if the damn stupid box managed to claim some lives down there.
I miss my water gun. If I have it now, I'll fill it up with acid and go about on a crazy shooting spree. I'm on high mood to do some massive torturing activities.
That way I'll feel better. If I feel better, I'll cool down. If I'm cool, I'll calm down. If I'm calm, then perhaps, I'll be normal. Yeah. Right now, I'm far from normal.
Looking back, I've always been in angry mood. Way too frequently. At the rate I'm going, I won't be able to make it past 35. I'll be dead before I reach mid thirties.
I'll go out for a quick survey. Then I'll come back to brood further. Maybe I'll write more later too.
I spent whole day at the site, or outside, running all over the places.
That includes flying. On a helicopter. Sounds cool? Yeah. Cool. In between the heli rides and dining at expensive exclusive places, being able to order absolutely anything I want at whim, and getting to know all the VIPs out there, it amaze me how upset still I am.
I'm still upset that they haven't given me the laptop and mobile phone and car that they'd promised me.
As angry and pissed as I am with this, I still manage to suppress my anger somewhat (miraculously) because I found out the reason why they were unable to do that. My God. *slaps forehead*
Everything is in such a mess. No wonder they are willing to hire me at such high price. They expect me to just swing my wand and poof! All the problems are solved. Gone into thin air. Vanished!
Ma-deh. As if that is possible. And to think that I have to give 3 months notice to resign. To be honest, I'm close to resigning. Again. I hate this miserable "chess" game. Either you lose or you win. Such bloody tiring game.
Patience. Patience. I need them now. Patience. Loads. More than you can imagine.
I'm wee bit close to calling my boss and bombed him this morning. Yeah. Those of you who knows me in person KNOWS that I'll do that whenever I'm pissed and that I won't give a fuck who's at the receiving end. And yeah. I woke up at the wrong side of the bed. I woke up angry. I woke up upset. And super pissed after making several important deciding calls back to HQ in Kuching.
FUCK! The first big four lettered foul word of the day. It's my word of the day.
Kanneh comes 2nd.
Cheebye comes 3rd.
As much as I want to curse, I hate to admit that my vocabulary on foul words are super limited.
Conclusion is : I'm not even good in cursing. Loser. Lame. Tiu.
So, instead of going to the site, I've locked myself inside the hotel room, enjoying the air cond, the coffee, the tv, the music, and the joy of surfing and blogging all in one go. Oh, with great Sibu town scenery too.
Have I mentioned that I bought a laptop? It's mine. Not the company ones. I've been wanting to buy one for quite some time now. Finally got it. Everything's fabulous. Except the bloody keyboard though. It's not responsive. I can't repeatedly type two continuous letter at one go. The letters just won't come out. So it's kinda annoying for me cause I type super fast. Average 70-80 words per minute. If the keyboard is nice and to my liking, I can easily reach 90 words per minute with 100% accuracy rate.
You don't believe me? Think I'm bluffing? Ask my friends. They'll smack your head and tell you "What? You don't fucking believe her? Try and have a competition with her then you MORON!"
*double whacks*
The speakers are awesome. The display is splendid. Oh. It's an Acer by the way. Aspire 4520. Cheap and fast unit. The shell is black in colour and after a while staring at it, I begin to like it. I didn't like it at first. The shape's slightly different. A little on the oval egg shape. Has curves on every corner. Everything's good and dandy. I've always liked Acer for a while now. Compared to Toshiba and NEC and Twinhead. But this unit has lousy keyboard. Fuck. Everything's good except the goddamn keyboard. Do you think I can have the keyboard changed? Better still, I'll go get a good keyboard. Kanneh.
I know. I'm babbling. Rambling. Ranting. Whatever.
I'm not in the mood to work. I'm bored. I'm pissed. I'm upset. I'm dizzy. The combination of all these produces:-
bored + pissed + upset + dizzy = bad mood
When I'm in a bad mood, it means I'm suicidal. Aggressive. Super sensitive. Every little thing is wrong for me. Right now I feel like flinging the 21" tv set in my hotel room out of the huge window panes behind me.
It'll be fun to watch it crash all the way down. It'll be better if the damn stupid box managed to claim some lives down there.
I miss my water gun. If I have it now, I'll fill it up with acid and go about on a crazy shooting spree. I'm on high mood to do some massive torturing activities.
That way I'll feel better. If I feel better, I'll cool down. If I'm cool, I'll calm down. If I'm calm, then perhaps, I'll be normal. Yeah. Right now, I'm far from normal.
Looking back, I've always been in angry mood. Way too frequently. At the rate I'm going, I won't be able to make it past 35. I'll be dead before I reach mid thirties.
I'll go out for a quick survey. Then I'll come back to brood further. Maybe I'll write more later too.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I'm back!!! Updates!
Yo everybody! I'm back! I'm back!
Anybody miss me??
Haha. Maybe yes. Maybe no.
Anyway, here's an update after ages. Sit still!!! And read. And stop complaining. At least I made the effort to write you know!!! So just come back and read and BE GRATEFUL that I write!!!
Ok ok. I've been busy. Travelling all over the places. Basic places are Kapit and Sibu. Went to the sites and offices. Attended site meetings, briefings and all sorts of activities. Progress assessments, planning, trying to meet the targets and all those stuffs.
In the middle of all the hustle and bustle, I stopped and realization hit me with a huge bang.
I realized that I've been trying to do everything - all at once!
And damn. All those shits sound like the scope of work for a bloody Manager. AND I'm not a Manager.
-_____-''
I feel sooo cheated.
And I'm under a lot of pressure to perform due to the nature of the jobs eg. BigBigBig boss(es) come from overseas and their expectations easily surpass Mount Everest.
Simultaneously, I have to meet the expectations from my Boss, my Boss's big boss, my Boss's big boss's big boss, and all their other bosses.
Trust me. My name was quoted and referred to in every goddamn meeting.
[my name] can do this.
[my name] can do that.
[my name] will see into it.
[my name] is preparing the plan.
[my name] is handling them [those frigging problems] now.
[my name] is assessing the progress...
[my name] will see to it...
bla bla bla
Somebody hand me the damn oxygen tank. I have difficulties in breathing.
I'd be suffocating soon.
Why?
They believe I can do the impossible. That I can turn the impossible into possible.
The picture they want me to paint is totally dark though. Ruined. Read : cannot be saved.
Slim chance.
How to turn a totally ruined-charcoal-black picture into a nice piece of paper with rainbows and stars painted all over it??? You tell me lar. How? HOW??!!
I'm so dead.
2 weeks from now, I'll have arrows and gun holes all over my body. Right now, instead of preparing the plan on how to save every shit, I'm preparing the plan for myself. They are:-
Plan A : I'm praying that God will help me. Give me miracle. I so need one right now. Anything is fine with me. As long as I don't lose the job!!!
Plan B : Start finding a new job. And God please deliver a job straight to my doorstep!
I knew I've been recruited to take care of shits. I knew I'd be dealing with lots of shitty stuffs. I knew that situations were bound to be terrible, unbelievable and downright dumb.
But this one, totally swept me off the ground. I'm not given ample time to SOLVE the problems. Too many unknowns. Too many vague shits. And no answer at all.
If I managed to pull through, I'd be one frigging wonder woman. And damn, if I manage to clear all those shits, I may as well set up my own damn company.
Life's tough. Miserable. Full of ups and downs. It's a love hate relationship. I love life. And yet I hate it too. Ironic huh?
Anybody miss me??
Haha. Maybe yes. Maybe no.
Anyway, here's an update after ages. Sit still!!! And read. And stop complaining. At least I made the effort to write you know!!! So just come back and read and BE GRATEFUL that I write!!!
Ok ok. I've been busy. Travelling all over the places. Basic places are Kapit and Sibu. Went to the sites and offices. Attended site meetings, briefings and all sorts of activities. Progress assessments, planning, trying to meet the targets and all those stuffs.
In the middle of all the hustle and bustle, I stopped and realization hit me with a huge bang.
I realized that I've been trying to do everything - all at once!
And damn. All those shits sound like the scope of work for a bloody Manager. AND I'm not a Manager.
-_____-''
I feel sooo cheated.
And I'm under a lot of pressure to perform due to the nature of the jobs eg. BigBigBig boss(es) come from overseas and their expectations easily surpass Mount Everest.
Simultaneously, I have to meet the expectations from my Boss, my Boss's big boss, my Boss's big boss's big boss, and all their other bosses.
Trust me. My name was quoted and referred to in every goddamn meeting.
[my name] can do this.
[my name] can do that.
[my name] will see into it.
[my name] is preparing the plan.
[my name] is handling them [those frigging problems] now.
[my name] is assessing the progress...
[my name] will see to it...
bla bla bla
Somebody hand me the damn oxygen tank. I have difficulties in breathing.
I'd be suffocating soon.
Why?
They believe I can do the impossible. That I can turn the impossible into possible.
The picture they want me to paint is totally dark though. Ruined. Read : cannot be saved.
Slim chance.
How to turn a totally ruined-charcoal-black picture into a nice piece of paper with rainbows and stars painted all over it??? You tell me lar. How? HOW??!!
I'm so dead.
2 weeks from now, I'll have arrows and gun holes all over my body. Right now, instead of preparing the plan on how to save every shit, I'm preparing the plan for myself. They are:-
Plan A : I'm praying that God will help me. Give me miracle. I so need one right now. Anything is fine with me. As long as I don't lose the job!!!
Plan B : Start finding a new job. And God please deliver a job straight to my doorstep!
I knew I've been recruited to take care of shits. I knew I'd be dealing with lots of shitty stuffs. I knew that situations were bound to be terrible, unbelievable and downright dumb.
But this one, totally swept me off the ground. I'm not given ample time to SOLVE the problems. Too many unknowns. Too many vague shits. And no answer at all.
If I managed to pull through, I'd be one frigging wonder woman. And damn, if I manage to clear all those shits, I may as well set up my own damn company.
Life's tough. Miserable. Full of ups and downs. It's a love hate relationship. I love life. And yet I hate it too. Ironic huh?
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
mister again...
Got a phone call 2 mins ago. Another dumbass called :
Dumbass : Hello?
Me : Hello.
Dumbass : Is this Mr. [my full name]?
Me : (irritated) It's a Miss. MISS not mister!!!
Dumbass : Oh. It's Ms. [my full name] ar? Miss not Mister ar?
Me : ... Yes! Where are you calling from?
(I swear if she's in front of me, I'll strangle and shake her!!! I don't even sound like a guy!!!)
Dumbass : From the hotel they book for you. You're coming tomorrow, yes?
Me : Yes.
Dumbass : Ok. Thank youuu.
Somebody kill me quick. This world is not worth living in. It's full with idiots. First, the sub-con my Manager introduced to me called me Mr. [my surname].
Then, some of the staffs here accidentally called me Mr. They said tersasul wor.
Next, my air ticket was booked as Mr. [my full name].
Now, the fucking hotel dumbass called me Mr. [my full name] to confirm my bookings.
FUCK!!!!
Dumbass : Hello?
Me : Hello.
Dumbass : Is this Mr. [my full name]?
Me : (irritated) It's a Miss. MISS not mister!!!
Dumbass : Oh. It's Ms. [my full name] ar? Miss not Mister ar?
Me : ... Yes! Where are you calling from?
(I swear if she's in front of me, I'll strangle and shake her!!! I don't even sound like a guy!!!)
Dumbass : From the hotel they book for you. You're coming tomorrow, yes?
Me : Yes.
Dumbass : Ok. Thank youuu.
Somebody kill me quick. This world is not worth living in. It's full with idiots. First, the sub-con my Manager introduced to me called me Mr. [my surname].
Then, some of the staffs here accidentally called me Mr. They said tersasul wor.
Next, my air ticket was booked as Mr. [my full name].
Now, the fucking hotel dumbass called me Mr. [my full name] to confirm my bookings.
FUCK!!!!
Monday, July 16, 2007
always a Mr.
I got my air ticket to Sibu today. As usual, they made this one goddamn blardy mistake which I hate the most. They put Mr. instead of Ms. Other than that, everything else is right. Surprisingly, they managed to get my whole name's spelling right too. Except the Ms. part though.
Ugh...
Not only that, I'm always invited to wedding invitation. But the thing that really put me off most of the time is the title they put on the wedding cards. Encik/Mr.
Ma-deh.
I may act like a tomboy but I look like a gal okay! With boobs and all that.
And the stupid gal from the travelling agency dared to ask me this morning when I called her to complain about the title mistake:-
Stupid gal : Har? You're a Miss ar?
Me : Hoi! Do I sound like a guy to you? Huh? HUH?!!!
Stupid gal : Now that you ask me, no. You don't sound like a guy. Hihihi...
Damn gal has quite a cute voice so I couldn't stay angry at her for long over the phone.
But still... ugh!
Ugh...
Not only that, I'm always invited to wedding invitation. But the thing that really put me off most of the time is the title they put on the wedding cards. Encik/Mr.
Ma-deh.
I may act like a tomboy but I look like a gal okay! With boobs and all that.
And the stupid gal from the travelling agency dared to ask me this morning when I called her to complain about the title mistake:-
Stupid gal : Har? You're a Miss ar?
Me : Hoi! Do I sound like a guy to you? Huh? HUH?!!!
Stupid gal : Now that you ask me, no. You don't sound like a guy. Hihihi...
Damn gal has quite a cute voice so I couldn't stay angry at her for long over the phone.
But still... ugh!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
missing a meeting
This happened several days back, when I was still having problems logging into www.blogger.com - hence, the lack of posts in my blog. I think they dun like me or was it really such a coincidence???
My lunch time is from 12.30 - 2.00 PM (Mon-Fri). I left the office at 12.30 PM, heading back to my home for lunch and then went straight to the office at 1.00 PM cause I was so pissed with my mum for talking and arguing nonsense with my Uncle over the telephone while her rice was getting cold on the dining table.
That Uncle of mine LOVES to call when you're about to eat : breakfast, lunch, dinner. Timing sucks all the frigging time. I HATE it the most when ppl disturb us during a meal, be it at the restaurant, house or hawker stalls. Especially phone calls. Also those annoying China pakku or damn youngsters come pestering you to buy their stuffs when you're eating. So annoying! Pesky flies! One death stare from me normally sent them scurrying off. But my mum. She's so nice and polite and all that. I got sooo bloody irritated at her!
Anyway, back to story. I reached office at 1.00 PM and stayed inside till after office hour is over. That's 5.30 PM.
The next day, my BigBigBoss came into my room.
Boss : You okay?
Me : Yeah.
Boss : You fine?
Me : ??? Yes. I'm fine. Why?
Boss : ...
Me : Hey, any work for me to do or not? I'm so bored! What do you want me to do exactly? Sit here shaking legs??
Boss : ! I've got work for you to do! We were discussing it yesterday in a meeting. I asked for your presense but you weren't in.
Me : !!! What?! I was in the office the whole afternoon yesterday! When was the meeting held?
Boss : 2.00 PM. I sent (col's name) to look for you but she said you're not in...
Me : Huh?! I was here. In this room. WHOLE afternoon!
The Boss looked at me for a while and then took off looking for my Manager. I was like wtf??!
I've worked for this Boss before and he knows how I work. Him checking on me indicates that he finds something fishy there. I'm so glad and thankful that he checked on me first before jumping into conclusions!!!
I think somebody's trying to get me into trouble. Either they don't like me or they are testing me. Frankly speaking, I don't like them too. Bitches!! Low life scums. Pttfff!
My lunch time is from 12.30 - 2.00 PM (Mon-Fri). I left the office at 12.30 PM, heading back to my home for lunch and then went straight to the office at 1.00 PM cause I was so pissed with my mum for talking and arguing nonsense with my Uncle over the telephone while her rice was getting cold on the dining table.
That Uncle of mine LOVES to call when you're about to eat : breakfast, lunch, dinner. Timing sucks all the frigging time. I HATE it the most when ppl disturb us during a meal, be it at the restaurant, house or hawker stalls. Especially phone calls. Also those annoying China pakku or damn youngsters come pestering you to buy their stuffs when you're eating. So annoying! Pesky flies! One death stare from me normally sent them scurrying off. But my mum. She's so nice and polite and all that. I got sooo bloody irritated at her!
Anyway, back to story. I reached office at 1.00 PM and stayed inside till after office hour is over. That's 5.30 PM.
The next day, my BigBigBoss came into my room.
Boss : You okay?
Me : Yeah.
Boss : You fine?
Me : ??? Yes. I'm fine. Why?
Boss : ...
Me : Hey, any work for me to do or not? I'm so bored! What do you want me to do exactly? Sit here shaking legs??
Boss : ! I've got work for you to do! We were discussing it yesterday in a meeting. I asked for your presense but you weren't in.
Me : !!! What?! I was in the office the whole afternoon yesterday! When was the meeting held?
Boss : 2.00 PM. I sent (col's name) to look for you but she said you're not in...
Me : Huh?! I was here. In this room. WHOLE afternoon!
The Boss looked at me for a while and then took off looking for my Manager. I was like wtf??!
I've worked for this Boss before and he knows how I work. Him checking on me indicates that he finds something fishy there. I'm so glad and thankful that he checked on me first before jumping into conclusions!!!
I think somebody's trying to get me into trouble. Either they don't like me or they are testing me. Frankly speaking, I don't like them too. Bitches!! Low life scums. Pttfff!
Monday, July 9, 2007
finally!
My Manager gave me a briefing this morning about my scope of work, bla bla bla. I was actually quite relieved. I'm beginning to rust and am starting to think that I'm actually there for the sake of being there.
Decorative vase. How does that sound like to you?
Thank God. I'm not.
There are projects on 4 different categories. I'm SUPPOSED to cover ALL of them. *sigh* Talks about getting paid for shaking legs. And the damn sites are all over Sarawak. And when I mean ALL OVER, it really ISSS all over.
I'm scheduled to go to Kapit next Tuesday. Site meeting. Awesome. My first site meeting in this company AND also my first time going to Kapit. Heard it's a very sleepy rural town and kinda boring there. Internet connection through dial up lines are slower than snails and they eat monkey brains for breakfast. Ooooppsss. Just kidding there. About the monkey brain part. Kapit people, don't be offended, kay? ;P
I talked to my Manager about the laptop and he agrees. It seems that the only person who doesn't agree is blardy Edo. He's the culprit who has been halting the purchase of my laptop. This sucks. An enemy so early in the game. Crap.
I hope he gets tiao-ed real bad for trying to mess with me. Moron. Other than that, everything else is fine and dandy! =P
Decorative vase. How does that sound like to you?
Thank God. I'm not.
There are projects on 4 different categories. I'm SUPPOSED to cover ALL of them. *sigh* Talks about getting paid for shaking legs. And the damn sites are all over Sarawak. And when I mean ALL OVER, it really ISSS all over.
I'm scheduled to go to Kapit next Tuesday. Site meeting. Awesome. My first site meeting in this company AND also my first time going to Kapit. Heard it's a very sleepy rural town and kinda boring there. Internet connection through dial up lines are slower than snails and they eat monkey brains for breakfast. Ooooppsss. Just kidding there. About the monkey brain part. Kapit people, don't be offended, kay? ;P
I talked to my Manager about the laptop and he agrees. It seems that the only person who doesn't agree is blardy Edo. He's the culprit who has been halting the purchase of my laptop. This sucks. An enemy so early in the game. Crap.
I hope he gets tiao-ed real bad for trying to mess with me. Moron. Other than that, everything else is fine and dandy! =P
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