GUIDELINES : stars denotes actions, italics denotes inner thoughts.
*mobile phone rings*
Me : Arlow?
Aunty : xxxx? You free or not?
Me : Why?
Aunty : Aaa... wanna talk to you lor.
Me : About wat?
Aunty : Remember the guy I told you about?
Me : ...
Aunty : The one I arranged for you to meet oneee...
Me : Oh... (you arranged more than one lar eeeeee I dun even know which one you're talking about)
Aunty : Well, he asked for your handphone number. Can give or not?
Me : Why?
Aunty : He said paiseh to meet straight away like that wor. With his mum and me around the two of you may not have much to say wor. So chat through phone okay or not?
Me : Message first lar. (paiseh to talk? What does he wanna talk about? Sex? Ptui!)
Aunty : Message?
Me : Sms. If ok, then chat through phone. If ok still, then meet. Simple enough right?
Aunty : Oh. That's good too. Make friends first ya.
Me : Yeah *very sweetly and politely* (of coz lar, there's no marriage at first sight lar -_-'')
Aunty : Actually like this. His Aunty asked for the place you work at. She wanna go see look see look first.
Me : HUH?! WHAT?!! (wah! You think I'm a merchandise ar? Can view first before deciding to buy ar? Biar betul! Cilaka punya lau-char-boh. See ah mu!)
Aunty : I didn't tell her lar. Not fair for you mar. So the guy suggested to chat through phone first.
Me : Oh I see. (Phew! But cilaka all the same lar. Either way, the guy just wanna see whether I'm pretty or not lar. If cannot see, then at least hear my voice and judge from there lar? Nabeh see tak poh!)
Aunty : So you agree or not?
Me : I prefer sms. And please tell him to identify himself. I don't take anonymous or hidden caller ids. And I never reply if I'm sure I dunno the sender of the msgs. I'm not that cincai ok.
Aunty : So I give him your phone number oh?
Me : -____-'' ok
*2 minutes later*
*mobile phone rings*
*looks at number*
Guess what? It's a local phone number. Not a handphone/mobile phone number. Sure enough his intention is to listen to my voice. I'm really very sien with guys like that. If wanna see mah meet lor. If wanna hear my voice mah meet lor. Why so po-mah and lo-soh like that. Plain stupid. Waste of time and money. I didn't answer the call. Rings only twice and then total silence.
I personally know quite a handful of guys who has the same calling habits. Rings twice then stop. Ma-deh. As if I have nothing better to do but wait for your phone calls at all times? You can wait till the moon turns blue in color ok!
My friends always ask me : Val, get a bf quick quick liao. What kind of guys are you interested in anyway? Nobody kao you meh?
Get bf quick quick? Ma-deh. You think get bf like buying sayur at the market ar? Kao me? Got. I'm not THAT ugly ok. But no spark mar. I don't wanna play with their feelings mar. If no feel, mah tell them early early no feel lor. Better heart broken awal-awal than heart broken at the very end of the road right? It hurts less and its for their own good. I'm not materialistic and I won't wear them down asking for expensive gifts and food. Although I'll get them if I really teh them. Wei! I also know how to teh one ok?
My answer to the type of guys that I like? Honest, sincere and understanding guys. Knowledgeable types attracts me the most. But not the snobbish types lar. No hanky panky. No beating around the bushes. And definitely not those clowns who cracks senseless no-meaning jokes at all times (even when the timing sucks) and degrade themselves further. AND definitely no ah guas!!!! I'll slap them first and then speed away and pray I'll never see them again for the rest of my life! Muahahaha!
On 2nd thought, I hope this guy does not belong to any of those groups. *sigh*
Otherwise? It shall be another nightmare in the making. Don't you agree? *sigh*
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Burn that fat! - A Total Failure
Ok people. Here's the announcement. Remember the project I told you about two months ago? Neh, the one about losing weight ar. 8kgs ler. Read here if you can't remember.
PROJECT NO. 1 - BURN THAT FAT! ---> READS TOTAL FAILURE. SAAT-PAI. SOEY JO! TIAO HAI. MA-DEH!
For the first time in my entire life, I failed ever so grandly in my lose weight campaign. And added several more kgs on top of that! Wah piang eh! Somebody quick quick go get your slipper and smack my cheek hard hard. Both sides please. And then get your baseball bat and beat the living daylights out of my head!
I'm bloody depressed now. Somebody donate me tali gantung so I can go hang myself. Or somebody sponsor me drugs/alcohol or anything for me to wash away my deep agonizing sorrow. I so need your help and support brader!
*wails non-stop*
Tuesday, March 6, 2007Well, here's the verdict.
Burn that fat!
PROJECT NO. 1
Gosh I'm so fat already!!! I'm overweight by 8kgs and I really need to shed those weight! But my fragile right foot put a partial halt to that. Hope I can heal faster than usual to get on with my plan to lose weight. In the meantime, I'll start by screening what I consume. Once I could put more strain on my right foot, I'll follow suit with exercise. This is going to be one big project of the year for me. Seriously considering eating veges only but still haven't decide yet. Should I try that? I'm not sure. I'm currently eating only 2 meals per day and gradually changing my diet to contain 50% fruit. Let's give this project a 2 months period. We'll see how I fare then. Lol...
Start date : 6 March 2007
End date : 6 May 2007
Intended weight to shed : 8 kgs
Psst... sorry ar can't tell you how much I weight otherwise I think you'll all fall outta your chair. I promise to be honest and as just as I could. Hehe.
PROJECT NO. 1 - BURN THAT FAT! ---> READS TOTAL FAILURE. SAAT-PAI. SOEY JO! TIAO HAI. MA-DEH!
For the first time in my entire life, I failed ever so grandly in my lose weight campaign. And added several more kgs on top of that! Wah piang eh! Somebody quick quick go get your slipper and smack my cheek hard hard. Both sides please. And then get your baseball bat and beat the living daylights out of my head!
I'm bloody depressed now. Somebody donate me tali gantung so I can go hang myself. Or somebody sponsor me drugs/alcohol or anything for me to wash away my deep agonizing sorrow. I so need your help and support brader!
*wails non-stop*
lousy me
I'm beat. Really amu already. Whatever stamina I had years ago had somehow vanished into thin air. I feel so tired, it's like all my limbs are starting to disintegrate by themselves.
I feel sooo useless. Aaaarrrggghhh!!! It's only the second day. Full swing work two days continuously and I'm beat. I've grown rusty over the past few months. I'm sooo ashamed of myself.
You DO know the feelings when realization hits you and it hits you hard? Like square on your face?
Man, it feels awful... and I'm feeling that way now. Not a good feeling. At all.
Hn. This is another self pity episode of mine. Ugly. Degrading. Such disgrace.
Not to mention that I've lost shape, slapped on an extra 20+ kgs and having developed a face that's similar to Doraemon.
Loser.
Fei-poh (fat lady).
Sien. Hrrrmmmph. *Broods*
I feel sooo useless. Aaaarrrggghhh!!! It's only the second day. Full swing work two days continuously and I'm beat. I've grown rusty over the past few months. I'm sooo ashamed of myself.
You DO know the feelings when realization hits you and it hits you hard? Like square on your face?
Man, it feels awful... and I'm feeling that way now. Not a good feeling. At all.
Hn. This is another self pity episode of mine. Ugly. Degrading. Such disgrace.
Not to mention that I've lost shape, slapped on an extra 20+ kgs and having developed a face that's similar to Doraemon.
Loser.
Fei-poh (fat lady).
Sien. Hrrrmmmph. *Broods*
Disgusting Creatures called Spiders
Came across this goddamn creepy euuuuuuu story at cnn. This reminds me of a SCARY EXPERIENCE of mine which happened after I came back from UK in year 2003.
You're so NOT gonna believe this. If the two spiders in Jesse Courtney's left ear were both about the size of pencil eraser, mine was about the size of Malaysia's 20 cents coin.
For the Malaysians who are reading this : You can close your mouth now, thank you.
For all non-Malaysians : Go google up and find out how big is a Malaysia's 20 cents coin.
And instead of left ear, it's my right ear. It's nightmare I tell you. I woke up feeling like my right head is much much more heavier. Slightly tilted to the right okay. And my right ear felt numb. So I poked my pinky into it and I felt something scrambling further in!!!
I was totally frozen stiff I tell you. Celaka. Imagine something huge INSIDE your ear. MOVING INSIDE!
I didn't know it was a spider. But I knew something was inside. And I woke up in the middle of the night too, so there were no sane doctors to see at all. I switched on my table lamp, shone it into my right ear, and within 2 seconds, the blasted creature dashed out from my ear. Right now, I can still remember VIVIDLY how it clings to my right ear lobe and jumped to the floor. My room was carpeted and I could hear the 'thump' as the cheebye spider landed on it. Wah seh! I was so pissed, I hunted the damn thing for one half hour before I finally found it and squashed it flat flat by using rolled up newspapers.
You wonder how I found it? I switched on every light in my room and used torchlight to search for it. Spiders hate light mar. They like it dark dark mar.
I wasn't about to go to sleep with THAT thing roaming around in my room. It'll just crawl its way into my ear again you know.
Few days after that, I suddenly got this CRAZY idea that the damn spider was actually planning to lay eggs in my right ear. I mean of all the nooks and cranny, why go into my right ear right? So I dashed all the way to my family Doctor's clinic and begged him to do a thorough checkup of my right ear to make sure that there wasn't ANY spider eggs in it.
Can you imagine tiny baby spiders hatching inside your ear and then climbed all the way out and making themselves homey? I mean inside your ear? Euuuuuu!
FCUK! I so goddamn HATE SPIDERS!
My family Doc laughed himself silly and said that I was just being paranoid. Which lead me to demand for an explanation from him.
Doc : Do you clean your ears often?
Me : Yes. Why?
Doc : Ah. That could be a problem. See? Your ear canal is way too clean. Mrs.xxx, please come and take a look at your daughter's ear. See? No taik telinga at all. It doesn't look like an ear's canal. So the little spider might have mistaken it for a nice clean little hole for it to stay.
Me : O.o (KNNCCB. Like that also can? Tiu!!!)
The thing is : Spiders SOMEHOW likes me. I'll tell you sometime in the future about the huge spider (reads Golf ball size) that crawls from my shoulder all the way to the tip of my finger when I was sleeping in my bed in UK. KNNCCB! I was scared shitless! Ma-deh!
Can any genius out there tell me why spiders like me? I hate them so much! Peiiii!!!!! My family Doctor just smiled when I asked him why. TU-LAN!!!
You're so NOT gonna believe this. If the two spiders in Jesse Courtney's left ear were both about the size of pencil eraser, mine was about the size of Malaysia's 20 cents coin.
For the Malaysians who are reading this : You can close your mouth now, thank you.
For all non-Malaysians : Go google up and find out how big is a Malaysia's 20 cents coin.
And instead of left ear, it's my right ear. It's nightmare I tell you. I woke up feeling like my right head is much much more heavier. Slightly tilted to the right okay. And my right ear felt numb. So I poked my pinky into it and I felt something scrambling further in!!!
I was totally frozen stiff I tell you. Celaka. Imagine something huge INSIDE your ear. MOVING INSIDE!
I didn't know it was a spider. But I knew something was inside. And I woke up in the middle of the night too, so there were no sane doctors to see at all. I switched on my table lamp, shone it into my right ear, and within 2 seconds, the blasted creature dashed out from my ear. Right now, I can still remember VIVIDLY how it clings to my right ear lobe and jumped to the floor. My room was carpeted and I could hear the 'thump' as the cheebye spider landed on it. Wah seh! I was so pissed, I hunted the damn thing for one half hour before I finally found it and squashed it flat flat by using rolled up newspapers.
You wonder how I found it? I switched on every light in my room and used torchlight to search for it. Spiders hate light mar. They like it dark dark mar.
I wasn't about to go to sleep with THAT thing roaming around in my room. It'll just crawl its way into my ear again you know.
Few days after that, I suddenly got this CRAZY idea that the damn spider was actually planning to lay eggs in my right ear. I mean of all the nooks and cranny, why go into my right ear right? So I dashed all the way to my family Doctor's clinic and begged him to do a thorough checkup of my right ear to make sure that there wasn't ANY spider eggs in it.
Can you imagine tiny baby spiders hatching inside your ear and then climbed all the way out and making themselves homey? I mean inside your ear? Euuuuuu!
FCUK! I so goddamn HATE SPIDERS!
My family Doc laughed himself silly and said that I was just being paranoid. Which lead me to demand for an explanation from him.
Doc : Do you clean your ears often?
Me : Yes. Why?
Doc : Ah. That could be a problem. See? Your ear canal is way too clean. Mrs.xxx, please come and take a look at your daughter's ear. See? No taik telinga at all. It doesn't look like an ear's canal. So the little spider might have mistaken it for a nice clean little hole for it to stay.
Me : O.o (KNNCCB. Like that also can? Tiu!!!)
The thing is : Spiders SOMEHOW likes me. I'll tell you sometime in the future about the huge spider (reads Golf ball size) that crawls from my shoulder all the way to the tip of my finger when I was sleeping in my bed in UK. KNNCCB! I was scared shitless! Ma-deh!
Can any genius out there tell me why spiders like me? I hate them so much! Peiiii!!!!! My family Doctor just smiled when I asked him why. TU-LAN!!!
can't sleep
I think I said it too early in my previous post. WAY TOO EARLY. Cilaka. So sial one I tell you.
I want everyday to be like this. I bet I won't have any problem sleeping at night.Wah piang eh! Now I can't sleep. Die lor like this. Really hafta count sheeps meh? Sien liao!
Monday, May 7, 2007
Best Monday ever!
Today is the best Monday I have ever had in a long long time.
I worked myself silly and the strange thing was that it actually feels good.
Today, I truly felt like I've accomplished so many things in one day.
I was so busy that I really forgot to think about myself and for once just concentrate on the damn works.
Maybe I should stop thinking about myself so that I can bask myself in those good feelings.
Maybe it's time I stop worrying about my health and career and finance and just live what life has to offer me.
Gosh!!! I feel so tired I may collapse anytime soon!
Imagine standing under the heat of the sun whole day through, (with slightly painful and not properly healed fractured right foot) walking all over the site, checking out the work progress, taking pictures, rushing in and out of office like it's a toilet for you to pansai and then come back home totally feeling like a sotong. Ya know? Lembut like sotong ar. No tulang belakang (translate : backbone) one ar. Kaki lemah mau jatuh already ar.
Waseh. That feels so good. I know many of you may think of me as crazy but really, it's the feeling of accomplishments that got me into such high mood. It's ecstatic I tell you!
I want everyday to be like this. I bet I won't have any problem sleeping at night.
But then, on 2nd thought, if everyday is like that then I'm gonna really start dreading it. HAHAHA.
Conclusion : Let Monday always be Monday. If everyday is a Monday, I think poor Garfield will bang his head to the wall many a times over. LOL!
I worked myself silly and the strange thing was that it actually feels good.
Today, I truly felt like I've accomplished so many things in one day.
I was so busy that I really forgot to think about myself and for once just concentrate on the damn works.
Maybe I should stop thinking about myself so that I can bask myself in those good feelings.
Maybe it's time I stop worrying about my health and career and finance and just live what life has to offer me.
Gosh!!! I feel so tired I may collapse anytime soon!
Imagine standing under the heat of the sun whole day through, (with slightly painful and not properly healed fractured right foot) walking all over the site, checking out the work progress, taking pictures, rushing in and out of office like it's a toilet for you to pansai and then come back home totally feeling like a sotong. Ya know? Lembut like sotong ar. No tulang belakang (translate : backbone) one ar. Kaki lemah mau jatuh already ar.
Waseh. That feels so good. I know many of you may think of me as crazy but really, it's the feeling of accomplishments that got me into such high mood. It's ecstatic I tell you!
I want everyday to be like this. I bet I won't have any problem sleeping at night.
But then, on 2nd thought, if everyday is like that then I'm gonna really start dreading it. HAHAHA.
Conclusion : Let Monday always be Monday. If everyday is a Monday, I think poor Garfield will bang his head to the wall many a times over. LOL!
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Prawns prawns prawns!
Last few days when I was home in Kuching, I suddenly mengidam to eat prawns lor. Lotsa prawns. So I requested my mum to cook prawn ar. Special request ar. Being the good loving mum she is, she went straight away on a prawn hunting mission. I'm the driver off course. We went to Hui Sing community centre and spotted this guy selling prawns at the back of the kopitiam. Or by the road side. Whatever lar. The point is, we got the prawns. See?!
He only sells two types of prawns. The huge ones and the slightly smaller ones. Expensive ooo. At least I think it's expensive lar. I dunno prawn price lar. Big ones costs RM35 per kg. Small ones RM25 per kg. My mum bought the BIG ones. 2 kgs.
My saliva went drip drip drip when I saw the prawns wor. Lau nuar liao. Me very tham jiak one. Beh tahan wor.
Uwah! Huge hor. I think it's huge lor. Aiyoh. Can't wait for mummy to cook it!!!
Nyah!!!! It's cooked! It's cooked! Eat this with any white rice and you'll be happy! Really!
But hor, if you eat your prawn prawn together with this specially pounded chili & garlic AND white rice, it's heaven! Kyahhh!!!!
FYI, that's my lunch and dinner ya know. YES! I tapao them ALL THE WAY FROM KUCHING! Got this special chop and stamp there that's written : With luv from Mum.
Are you envious? Good. My point is to make you envious. Muahahaha
He only sells two types of prawns. The huge ones and the slightly smaller ones. Expensive ooo. At least I think it's expensive lar. I dunno prawn price lar. Big ones costs RM35 per kg. Small ones RM25 per kg. My mum bought the BIG ones. 2 kgs.
My saliva went drip drip drip when I saw the prawns wor. Lau nuar liao. Me very tham jiak one. Beh tahan wor.
Uwah! Huge hor. I think it's huge lor. Aiyoh. Can't wait for mummy to cook it!!!
Nyah!!!! It's cooked! It's cooked! Eat this with any white rice and you'll be happy! Really!
But hor, if you eat your prawn prawn together with this specially pounded chili & garlic AND white rice, it's heaven! Kyahhh!!!!FYI, that's my lunch and dinner ya know. YES! I tapao them ALL THE WAY FROM KUCHING! Got this special chop and stamp there that's written : With luv from Mum.
Are you envious? Good. My point is to make you envious. Muahahaha
Kuching Bus Terminal
I went straight to the Kuching Bus Terminal after my breakfast in order to purchase my bus ticket for the journey back to Sarikei. The pic shown on the left is the Kuching Bus Terminal. It's not really nice for users if you compare it with Sarikei's Bus Terminal. As you can notice here, the roof structure did not extend all out to give shelter to passengers from sun or rain. Therefore, you'll be totally drenched when you reached Kuching during a heavy downpour. If it's hot, then you're scorched. Duh. Pathetic. At least I like Sarikei ones. At least, there IS something about Sarikei that I really TRULY like. *sigh*
I noticed this sign right in front of the Bus Terminal. It means no motorbike parking there right? But it doesn't mean no parking for cars right? I'm driving a car, not a motorbike. So I parked right in front of the blasted sign. I mean, why don't they just put a "NO PARKING" sign there? Sheezzz!
What's for breakfast on Sunday?
Today, as usual, I brought my family out for breakfast at BDC. My fav eating place there is A One Food Centre, which is situated next to a B Two Food Centre. The name is such a coincidence no? I suspect either both of these kopitiam owners know each other very well, OR they are the one and same person.
A One which is my fav (has been for several years already lar)
B Two (I only come here if A One ran out of tables but I still order from A One. Muahahaha)
We found 2 empty tables at B Two side. The other one is of course, occupied by me and my family lorrr... ;)
Laksa, normal serving @ RM3.00 only!!!
My fav food here is Laksa. It's cheap with lotsa fresh and irresistible prawns, bean sprouts, chicken shreds and thinly sliced omellete covering the entire bowl with vermicelli right underneath. ^-^ Sprinkled on top are the khun-chai. I dunno what it's called in English. I'm just so so when it comes to calling food names. I only know how to eat lar... Ahhh
p/s : Actually, there are several laksa stall here. The ones I like is the stall with the HUGE number "63" written on its stall. 6 when pronounced in Hokken reads luck and 3 reads saa. Combine these and it reads luck-saa which sounds just like Laksa. This stall is located in between the borderline of A One and B Two. It's more into B Two's territory though. You'll understand when you are there. If not, contact me. Draw you a map I shall! =P
Are you happy? Keh keh keh...
My sisters ordered kueh chap and my mum ordered Wah-Tan-Ho but I didn't take any pics of those cause I was busy gobbling my Laksa. *sigh* Maybe next time, ne? =^_____^=
Back view of the kopitiams
A One which is my fav (has been for several years already lar)
B Two (I only come here if A One ran out of tables but I still order from A One. Muahahaha)
This is A One's side. See how full it is? No empty table at all
We found 2 empty tables at B Two side. The other one is of course, occupied by me and my family lorrr... ;)
Laksa, normal serving @ RM3.00 only!!!
My fav food here is Laksa. It's cheap with lotsa fresh and irresistible prawns, bean sprouts, chicken shreds and thinly sliced omellete covering the entire bowl with vermicelli right underneath. ^-^ Sprinkled on top are the khun-chai. I dunno what it's called in English. I'm just so so when it comes to calling food names. I only know how to eat lar... Ahhhp/s : Actually, there are several laksa stall here. The ones I like is the stall with the HUGE number "63" written on its stall. 6 when pronounced in Hokken reads luck and 3 reads saa. Combine these and it reads luck-saa which sounds just like Laksa. This stall is located in between the borderline of A One and B Two. It's more into B Two's territory though. You'll understand when you are there. If not, contact me. Draw you a map I shall! =P
Laksa close-up. Go on. Click on it and start drooling. Wakaka
I always wash my breakfast down with this 3 layer Coffee. Now I'm so happy!
Are you happy? Keh keh keh...My sisters ordered kueh chap and my mum ordered Wah-Tan-Ho but I didn't take any pics of those cause I was busy gobbling my Laksa. *sigh* Maybe next time, ne? =^_____^=
Back in Sarikei
Yeah yeah yeah. I'm back in the sleepy little town called Sarikei. The bus I took departed at 3 PM instead of its designated 2.45 PM and reached Sarikei at 8.20 PM. I've just settled in after unpacking about 20% of the stuffs I bought in, showered, washed hair, ate dinner, drank medicine, watched Anime that I downloaded and now blogging.
Next on my list ---> food post. The first picture post in ages. I realized I've been writing a lot lately but without any pictures. The reason is that I hate waiting for pics to load. It takes ages and ages and I simply don't have the patience. Today shall be different. I tried the 'macro' function of my digicam. Although I am no pro, I think it turned up quite nice. Drool people drool. And no kidding this time. I mean it! Don't go away. Kakaka
Next on my list ---> food post. The first picture post in ages. I realized I've been writing a lot lately but without any pictures. The reason is that I hate waiting for pics to load. It takes ages and ages and I simply don't have the patience. Today shall be different. I tried the 'macro' function of my digicam. Although I am no pro, I think it turned up quite nice. Drool people drool. And no kidding this time. I mean it! Don't go away. Kakaka
Time to go back
Ugh! Just woke up minutes ago. So early too. Dreaded today. It's Sunday and I have to drag myself back to Sarikei already! *cries*
I always can't sleep in whenever it's the day for me to go back to Sarikei. I'd get so anxious, so sad, so overwhelmed with misery that I woke up extra early. My sleep is ruined. Haiya.
Lemme tell you my plan for today though :-
RISE AND SHINE PEOPLE!!!! IT'S SUNDAY!!!!
I always can't sleep in whenever it's the day for me to go back to Sarikei. I'd get so anxious, so sad, so overwhelmed with misery that I woke up extra early. My sleep is ruined. Haiya.
Lemme tell you my plan for today though :-
- Have breakfast with family at BDC. I miss Laksa. *drools*
- Bring mum to claim $$$. She won lottery/4D/Toto/Magnum last night. I'm not sure which one it is though. I dunno anything about gambling. =p
- Go buy bus ticket at Kuching Bus Terminal.
- Come back home to pack my stuffs. I always pack last minute. Very fast and fully utilizing what little time I have left. That's called "Smart Packing". ^-^
- Sneak in time to surf and read blogs and blog in between packing time. I love multi-tasking. Muahahaha
- Eat mum's home cooked lunch. Stuff myself silly cause this means it's the last mum's home cooked meal I'll have in a while. (T_T)
- Pack my Lappy and external hardisks last cuz I always on them for downloads till the very last minute before departure time.
- Go to Bus Terminal, board the bus and be glad and say thanks to God if my seat has not already been taken by a bunch of uncivilized family --> reads a lone mother with 2 or 3 hollering toddlers. It doesn't matter if you bought or booked your seat number earlier. These monkeys dunno jack shit about stuffs like that. And they don't give a damn too.
- Then, sadly wait for the goddamn bus to depart. If I'm lucky, it departs on time. If not, then it departs late. Normal time of lateness ranges from 15 minutes to close to 1 hour. Lousy unreliable services I tell you!
- Start unpacking upon reaching Sarikei. Dig out mum's tapao food and medicine for dinner. Put it on the table to eat after I took my shower.
- Take a shower and wash hair.
- Call mum and tell her I'm in Sarikei already.
- Gobble up dinner.
- Set up Lappy, connect phone line, boot modem and start surfing AND blogging if Streamyx has no trouble connecting. If Streamyx can't connect, then start cussing.
- Go to bed after I worn myself out silly. And wait for that miserable day called Monday to come.
RISE AND SHINE PEOPLE!!!! IT'S SUNDAY!!!!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Yattaa!!!
I did it! I did it! A brand new look for my blog. Wheeeeee!!!!!!!!
I'll add the widgets later on. Me wanna go nap nap for a while. *crawls to bed*
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I'll add the widgets later on. Me wanna go nap nap for a while. *crawls to bed*
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Layout Testings
I'm currently experimenting with various template layouts. So please bear with me as I mess around with the HTML and CSS shits. They are sooo NOT my FRIENDs!
Feedbacks are welcomed. If u feel they are like shit, tell me. If u like them tell me. If you can't care less. Tell me.
I'm kaypoh. I wanna know everything. So sue me. Bleh!
Feedbacks are welcomed. If u feel they are like shit, tell me. If u like them tell me. If you can't care less. Tell me.
I'm kaypoh. I wanna know everything. So sue me. Bleh!
fucking pissed
I'm pissed beyond description of words. I can't tell you what it is, but I'm just plain downright totally truly goddamn pissed.
My blood is boiling
It's raining heavily out there
The sound of vibrators used by the renovation workers opposite my house is annoyingly loud in the heavy rain
Am I developing some sort of sixth sense?
How can I remain so calm when I'm so goddamn fucking pissed?
I'm changing. In a weird way.
I'm contemplating the idea of starving myself to death when I get back to Sarikei.
How long do you think I can hold on without any food at all?
Yeah, right. Straight after you healed from that fucking goddamn gastric? Get a break.
On top of that, working my ass off sounds superbly wonderful right now.
How long do you think I can stay on working non-stop before I collapse and stop breathing?
I can also try denying myself any sleep at all till I developed these round puffy cute panda eyes. And collapse from the sheer tiredness of it all. Lapsing into comma sounds good too. Niiiccceeeeee....
How long do you think I can stand not having any sleep at all? 2 days straight? 3 days straight? Or maybe 1 week?
Or maybe I can try and drown myself with beer. Come to think of it, I've never got drunk you know? Maybe I should experiment a bit and see how I fare.
How many cans of beer do you think it takes to make me drunk?
Hoo. I really know how to torture my body don't I? This is what I call, my murderous thoughts. It's plain dark and ugly and unbearable. Normally I used all my energy to suppress it from rearing its ugly head from my deepest core. When I'm pissed though, I lost control of all those suppression and all hell breaks loose.
This is hell. At least, close to. No?
Maybe not.
Maybe I should try someting more drastic? Like cutting off my wrist maybe? That would be fun, no? Seeing warm colourful blood oozing out from my very own miserable wrist.
Wei. You siao ar you. What cut wrist?!
I wish I'm siao. Then I'd have license to kill. When I'm prosecuted, I'll just get these certificate or reports from siao Doctors proving that I'm indeed siao so that I don't have to go to jail or sentenced to death.
But then again, if I am to kill anybody, I figure I'll kill myself first. Then no need to bicara lar tiu. Straight go to hell already. Habis cerita. Mahai. This world is no place for me. Ptuiiiii!!!!!!
My blood is boiling
It's raining heavily out there
The sound of vibrators used by the renovation workers opposite my house is annoyingly loud in the heavy rain
Am I developing some sort of sixth sense?
How can I remain so calm when I'm so goddamn fucking pissed?
I'm changing. In a weird way.
I'm contemplating the idea of starving myself to death when I get back to Sarikei.
How long do you think I can hold on without any food at all?
Yeah, right. Straight after you healed from that fucking goddamn gastric? Get a break.
On top of that, working my ass off sounds superbly wonderful right now.
How long do you think I can stay on working non-stop before I collapse and stop breathing?
I can also try denying myself any sleep at all till I developed these round puffy cute panda eyes. And collapse from the sheer tiredness of it all. Lapsing into comma sounds good too. Niiiccceeeeee....
How long do you think I can stand not having any sleep at all? 2 days straight? 3 days straight? Or maybe 1 week?
Or maybe I can try and drown myself with beer. Come to think of it, I've never got drunk you know? Maybe I should experiment a bit and see how I fare.
How many cans of beer do you think it takes to make me drunk?
Hoo. I really know how to torture my body don't I? This is what I call, my murderous thoughts. It's plain dark and ugly and unbearable. Normally I used all my energy to suppress it from rearing its ugly head from my deepest core. When I'm pissed though, I lost control of all those suppression and all hell breaks loose.
This is hell. At least, close to. No?
Maybe not.
Maybe I should try someting more drastic? Like cutting off my wrist maybe? That would be fun, no? Seeing warm colourful blood oozing out from my very own miserable wrist.
Wei. You siao ar you. What cut wrist?!
I wish I'm siao. Then I'd have license to kill. When I'm prosecuted, I'll just get these certificate or reports from siao Doctors proving that I'm indeed siao so that I don't have to go to jail or sentenced to death.
But then again, if I am to kill anybody, I figure I'll kill myself first. Then no need to bicara lar tiu. Straight go to hell already. Habis cerita. Mahai. This world is no place for me. Ptuiiiii!!!!!!
Friday, May 4, 2007
Where are you Kekkaishi?!
I've been waiting and waiting and waiting.
Where are you Kekkaishi?!
Where's your next episode?! When?!?!?!!!!
I'm stuck at ep 20 and I just can't bloody stand it!!!
Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
Where are you Kekkaishi?!
Where's your next episode?! When?!?!?!!!!
I'm stuck at ep 20 and I just can't bloody stand it!!!
Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Ruined dinner : Fighting near the restaurant
I brought my entire family out for dinner just now. It was supposed to be a grand occasion. The restaurant I chose was a fine one on Chinese cuisine and was frequented by many VIPs. Nothing is supposed to go wrong ya know? I mean it's a nice well known place with reputation. I kinda got fed up with Western/Japanese/Korean/Thai cuisine - hence, my suggestion to go for Chinese for a change. So, there we were, happily settled down by our seats and busily ordering our main dishes when suddenly, all hell broke lose. Duh.
You see. There were these 3 teenage boys (aged around 15-17 years old) running at lightning speed, heading towards our table! Apparently 2 of them were chasing after the first one. We thought it was a normal chasing scenario among youngsters. Out of nowhere, upon closing in onto the first guy, they pulled him aside, flinging him around and got into a huge fight! My mum was scared shitless and my dad, well, he's anything but scared. Actually, he's very curious and would have witnessed the fight live if not for me shouting for him to leave the place.
The fight escalated to the direction of our table. Overturned several chairs and caused quite a ruckus. My mum and other sisters already angkat kaki when they saw the paikia (they dressed like one, ok) nearing our table. I on the other hand, had to practically drag my other sis away (she was sitting next to me and her eyes were glued to the guys, nabeh! Kek si wa!). She's very much like my father. Kaypoh type. Wanna watch wor. Chee kek (translate : exciting) wor. Tiu. Kena belasah baru tau. Frankly speaking, if I didn't drag her away she would have received several handful of fists already. It was that close, ok.
The damn kids even used the chair vacated by my sis to beat the other kid kaw kaw. Not satisfied with that, they hurled it at the poor guy. It was chaos. Chairs went a flying. Fists too. I shouted at my dad to leave. We went somewhere else to eat. He left quite quite reluctantly. *sigh*
After that my dad was grumpy. First, he was starving. Second, he missed the chance to witness a good exciting fight. -__-'' With the initial plan totally ruined, we settled for Italian food instead. We ordered enough for a feast of a dozen instead of for the 6 of us. The table was literally full with food.
My dad sulked and sighed until food arrived and he ate until he was partially or more or less full. Only then he started smiling and talking. *SIGH* My fault also. I lured him and my mum with the yummy mouth watering shark fin soup and oxtail and huge prawns and many more other nice nice food wor. Now tidak jadi makan. Haiya! Si ginna. Of all the bloody time to fight, why the hell do you hafta pick a fight near our table and at the time we were there wor! Eeee... So pissed!
You see. There were these 3 teenage boys (aged around 15-17 years old) running at lightning speed, heading towards our table! Apparently 2 of them were chasing after the first one. We thought it was a normal chasing scenario among youngsters. Out of nowhere, upon closing in onto the first guy, they pulled him aside, flinging him around and got into a huge fight! My mum was scared shitless and my dad, well, he's anything but scared. Actually, he's very curious and would have witnessed the fight live if not for me shouting for him to leave the place.
The fight escalated to the direction of our table. Overturned several chairs and caused quite a ruckus. My mum and other sisters already angkat kaki when they saw the paikia (they dressed like one, ok) nearing our table. I on the other hand, had to practically drag my other sis away (she was sitting next to me and her eyes were glued to the guys, nabeh! Kek si wa!). She's very much like my father. Kaypoh type. Wanna watch wor. Chee kek (translate : exciting) wor. Tiu. Kena belasah baru tau. Frankly speaking, if I didn't drag her away she would have received several handful of fists already. It was that close, ok.
The damn kids even used the chair vacated by my sis to beat the other kid kaw kaw. Not satisfied with that, they hurled it at the poor guy. It was chaos. Chairs went a flying. Fists too. I shouted at my dad to leave. We went somewhere else to eat. He left quite quite reluctantly. *sigh*
After that my dad was grumpy. First, he was starving. Second, he missed the chance to witness a good exciting fight. -__-'' With the initial plan totally ruined, we settled for Italian food instead. We ordered enough for a feast of a dozen instead of for the 6 of us. The table was literally full with food.
My dad sulked and sighed until food arrived and he ate until he was partially or more or less full. Only then he started smiling and talking. *SIGH* My fault also. I lured him and my mum with the yummy mouth watering shark fin soup and oxtail and huge prawns and many more other nice nice food wor. Now tidak jadi makan. Haiya! Si ginna. Of all the bloody time to fight, why the hell do you hafta pick a fight near our table and at the time we were there wor! Eeee... So pissed!
Feeling better
Just an update on my health condition. I can finally breath normally as my gastric pain and attacks have dwindled to a bearable level. Phew! By this Sunday, I shall be fully recovered. That's about the time I finish all the medicine prescribed to me. They are herbs. Yeah, chinese herbs. Hafta cook in those old pots one. Very difficult to swallow one. All black black pekat pekat and tastes very pahit like mud!
But hor, I'm champion in drinking medicine. So far, nobody can lawan me lar. Muahahaha.
Thank you so much Mr. Thomas Kong! You're a life saver!!! (p/s : He's the famous sinseh in Kuching that I told you about lor. If you wanna see him, contact me lor. I draw you a map! *nods* *nods*)
In a couple more days time, I should be able to do stuffs I normally do. That is, sitting for hours and hours in front of my Lappy reading blogs and downloading my fav Anime!
And about the food post, very sorry minna. I'm just too lazy to get off my butt and start looking for those pics I took. Just wait ar. I will post them. Much laterrr.
Have a nice day everyone!!!
But hor, I'm champion in drinking medicine. So far, nobody can lawan me lar. Muahahaha.
Thank you so much Mr. Thomas Kong! You're a life saver!!! (p/s : He's the famous sinseh in Kuching that I told you about lor. If you wanna see him, contact me lor. I draw you a map! *nods* *nods*)
In a couple more days time, I should be able to do stuffs I normally do. That is, sitting for hours and hours in front of my Lappy reading blogs and downloading my fav Anime!
And about the food post, very sorry minna. I'm just too lazy to get off my butt and start looking for those pics I took. Just wait ar. I will post them. Much laterrr.
Have a nice day everyone!!!
Why are you blogging?
Just 5 mins ago, I read a post titled "Blogging for self" at 5Xmom's blog. What she said there is so very true to the core. I mean, bloggers like us write to vent our frustrations on everyday life. We write for ourselves. We write to express ourselves. It's the freedom of speech mar. And whatever we rant about, it's very logical if you look at it from our perspectives ler. Complaining and expressing oneself is no crime, right? We don't write for other people's sakes. I don't aim to please everyone who frequents my blog cuz that's just such an impossible task, no?
I'd just like to state this very clearly here. I write whatever I want to write because I feel like writing them. I rant to release pent up tension cuz if I don't do that I'll most probably ended up killing somebody else. If you don't like what I blog about, that's too bad. Like fuck I care.
The thing is, whenever I finished ranting in my blog, I instantly felt better. It's like you got so pissed with a certain retard, and then you get to hentam him kaw kaw till kingdom comes. That feels so damn good!
So yeah. I'll continue crying, cussing, ranting and brooding here. You choy meh? Nyeh.
I'd just like to state this very clearly here. I write whatever I want to write because I feel like writing them. I rant to release pent up tension cuz if I don't do that I'll most probably ended up killing somebody else. If you don't like what I blog about, that's too bad. Like fuck I care.
The thing is, whenever I finished ranting in my blog, I instantly felt better. It's like you got so pissed with a certain retard, and then you get to hentam him kaw kaw till kingdom comes. That feels so damn good!
So yeah. I'll continue crying, cussing, ranting and brooding here. You choy meh? Nyeh.
Monday, April 30, 2007
In recuperation
Aiyoh! I haven't written anything in such a long time! I feel so quilty. Bad bad baaaadddd blogger! You need punishments!! Punishments!!!
Ehem, besides that, have you guys been missing me? *wink* *wink* =P
But then again, maybe not. *sigh*
For those of you who are not aware, I'm currently on a 12 days straight leave. The temptation is just so great, with so many public holidays here and there, I simply couldn't resist. Putting that aside though, I have other reasons for applying the long long leave.
One of them is to recuperate from my severe gastric attacks. My gastric has gone so bad, I completely lost mood to write and mostly just spend all day long sleeping - if I managed to sleep at all. Gastric pains consume lotsa energy you know. Several times, I nearly collapse from the sheer tiredness of it. -_-''
Last few days I actually started wheezing and concurrently developed localized headache AND windy stomach. I burped non-stop it's so humiliating it feels like I spend the whole day farting! I didn't fart though but still, burping all the time is plain disgusting! But if I dun burp, I beh tahan wor. =_='' To make it worse, each time I finished eating, the burping will last for 1 to 2 hours. By the time I felt better, I was so close to dying already. Tiu!
And thus, my LIMITED SOCIAL ACTIVITIES. I'm not going out and risk humiliating myself in front of all of my friends. I'd rather die than do that.
This morning I went to see this famous sinseh (translate : Chinese Doc) in Kuching as my last resort. He's a nice one, I've seen him since the year 2000 but the queue was so bad I actually felt like tying myself to one of his house's column to prevent myself from escaping. He's over 80 + in age and so he didn't treat patients the way he used too. If before, he opens everyday, now he only opens on weekdays. Weekends and public holidays are his resting time. He gets tired too you know.
I hate Western Doctors by the way cuz they always worsen my situation no matter how good or experienced people claim them to be. For your info, I got my gastric back cuz of this one STUPID doc (an Orthopaedic on top of that, a SPECIALST!!!) who prescribed me pain killers without even asking me or checking whether I have gastric or not. THAT BASTARD! Anybody with half a brain knows that if you take pain killers, you hafta take gastric pills, or check whether your patient has gastric history or not. I have gastric history since I was 9 years old. It's hell I tell you. Hell!
I didn't know it was pain killers until it's too late. I thought it was antibiotic to ward off infections cuz my right foot was still swollen even 3 months after I fell down the bloody stairs. The blasted Doc told me to finish them all mar. So I thought it's antibiotic lor, cuz you hafta finish all the antibiotics mar. No. It's not. Cheebye Doctor.
Ok. Let's move on. Second reason is that I'll be so busy from May onwards that I won't stand a chance getting my leave approved then. So, might as well take as much as I could right now, right? Working is gonna be one hell of an experience from May onwards. Possibility of working around midnight is sky high, not to mention the amount of pressure and tension at site and in the office. I dun even wanna think about it now. All I need right now is to get my health back on track (at least 85% if not 100%) and I'll be all right. Should be. I'm tough mar. If normal people were to be in my shoes, I think long time ago they kaput already lor. Mana can tahan this long. Crazy. Unless they are exceptional ones lar. Like me. Hahaha
Today I'm feeling better. I had only wheezed 3 to 5 times today, plus having one localized headache. It's painful to the point of being numb. *sigh* I'm like an old amu (translate : old lady) hor? Eeee... sien liao!
Hn. I think I've rant just about enough. I'll post more later on. Very high possibility of food post coming up next. Stay tuned!
Ehem, besides that, have you guys been missing me? *wink* *wink* =P
But then again, maybe not. *sigh*
For those of you who are not aware, I'm currently on a 12 days straight leave. The temptation is just so great, with so many public holidays here and there, I simply couldn't resist. Putting that aside though, I have other reasons for applying the long long leave.
One of them is to recuperate from my severe gastric attacks. My gastric has gone so bad, I completely lost mood to write and mostly just spend all day long sleeping - if I managed to sleep at all. Gastric pains consume lotsa energy you know. Several times, I nearly collapse from the sheer tiredness of it. -_-''
Last few days I actually started wheezing and concurrently developed localized headache AND windy stomach. I burped non-stop it's so humiliating it feels like I spend the whole day farting! I didn't fart though but still, burping all the time is plain disgusting! But if I dun burp, I beh tahan wor. =_='' To make it worse, each time I finished eating, the burping will last for 1 to 2 hours. By the time I felt better, I was so close to dying already. Tiu!
And thus, my LIMITED SOCIAL ACTIVITIES. I'm not going out and risk humiliating myself in front of all of my friends. I'd rather die than do that.
This morning I went to see this famous sinseh (translate : Chinese Doc) in Kuching as my last resort. He's a nice one, I've seen him since the year 2000 but the queue was so bad I actually felt like tying myself to one of his house's column to prevent myself from escaping. He's over 80 + in age and so he didn't treat patients the way he used too. If before, he opens everyday, now he only opens on weekdays. Weekends and public holidays are his resting time. He gets tired too you know.
I hate Western Doctors by the way cuz they always worsen my situation no matter how good or experienced people claim them to be. For your info, I got my gastric back cuz of this one STUPID doc (an Orthopaedic on top of that, a SPECIALST!!!) who prescribed me pain killers without even asking me or checking whether I have gastric or not. THAT BASTARD! Anybody with half a brain knows that if you take pain killers, you hafta take gastric pills, or check whether your patient has gastric history or not. I have gastric history since I was 9 years old. It's hell I tell you. Hell!
I didn't know it was pain killers until it's too late. I thought it was antibiotic to ward off infections cuz my right foot was still swollen even 3 months after I fell down the bloody stairs. The blasted Doc told me to finish them all mar. So I thought it's antibiotic lor, cuz you hafta finish all the antibiotics mar. No. It's not. Cheebye Doctor.
Ok. Let's move on. Second reason is that I'll be so busy from May onwards that I won't stand a chance getting my leave approved then. So, might as well take as much as I could right now, right? Working is gonna be one hell of an experience from May onwards. Possibility of working around midnight is sky high, not to mention the amount of pressure and tension at site and in the office. I dun even wanna think about it now. All I need right now is to get my health back on track (at least 85% if not 100%) and I'll be all right. Should be. I'm tough mar. If normal people were to be in my shoes, I think long time ago they kaput already lor. Mana can tahan this long. Crazy. Unless they are exceptional ones lar. Like me. Hahaha
Today I'm feeling better. I had only wheezed 3 to 5 times today, plus having one localized headache. It's painful to the point of being numb. *sigh* I'm like an old amu (translate : old lady) hor? Eeee... sien liao!
Hn. I think I've rant just about enough. I'll post more later on. Very high possibility of food post coming up next. Stay tuned!
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
I'm at home in Kuching!
I know I know. This is boring. I kept doing this. Each time I'm in Kuching, I post it.
Can't help it lar. Instantly upon reaching Kuching, I turned into this giddy little crazy gal lor. So happy.
So busy chatting and heehee haahaa with my mum and sisters until I forgot the time.
Even if I know what time it is, I just dun feel like stopping.
It's good to be home. This time, I bought lotsa goodies. Keh keh keh. Cute goodies. My mum and youngest sis luv them.
I didn't buy much for my other two sisters. They are working now ler. They can buy their own stuffs ler. No need me to pamper them liao. =P
But I hafta admit that I'm quite tired today. I hafta go sleeping now. Will post more tomorrow. Hopefully with pics. Kakaka..
*crawls to bed*
AhhhhhHHHHH!!!!! ^-^
Can't help it lar. Instantly upon reaching Kuching, I turned into this giddy little crazy gal lor. So happy.
So busy chatting and heehee haahaa with my mum and sisters until I forgot the time.
Even if I know what time it is, I just dun feel like stopping.
It's good to be home. This time, I bought lotsa goodies. Keh keh keh. Cute goodies. My mum and youngest sis luv them.
I didn't buy much for my other two sisters. They are working now ler. They can buy their own stuffs ler. No need me to pamper them liao. =P
But I hafta admit that I'm quite tired today. I hafta go sleeping now. Will post more tomorrow. Hopefully with pics. Kakaka..
*crawls to bed*
AhhhhhHHHHH!!!!! ^-^
Avatar
Grrr... I got fedup of keeping re-posting my avatar cuz it's always gone. The pic just won't show up after a couple of days. Dunno why. Really beats me. So this is a testing. I'll post it here. It shall stay. Right? Ugh.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Applying Leaves
Today's 24th April 2007, Tuesday. Tomorrow shall be 25th April 2007, Wednesday. I'll be on leave tomorrow till 2nd of May 2007. My mum called just now and actually asked me to apply 2 more days leave on the 3rd and 4th of May so that I can stay at home in Kuching from 25th April till 6th May. That's 12 days leave! OMG! That sounds sooo tempting. Maybe I should huh?
Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?
*remembers something*
*slaps head*
OMG! I've just remembered that one of my Aunty wants to match-make me with one of her friend's son. Here. In Sarikei.
Darn. I may as well just escape. Muahahaha.
Hn. My mind's made up. I'll apply the 2 days leave tomorrow. Hope my boss will approve. If not, then how ar? Aiyo.
Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?Shouldn't I?Should I?
*remembers something*
*slaps head*
OMG! I've just remembered that one of my Aunty wants to match-make me with one of her friend's son. Here. In Sarikei.
Darn. I may as well just escape. Muahahaha.
Hn. My mind's made up. I'll apply the 2 days leave tomorrow. Hope my boss will approve. If not, then how ar? Aiyo.
Hectic day
Today has been one heck of a day. Got a call from Mr. Owl as early as 7.30 AM to get things ready and rolling.
A VIP was going to visit our site this morning and so lotsa preparations need to be done to welcome him. Not only that. All my big bosses were gonna be present as well. Yeah, including Mr. Owl and Mr. Mousie.
The preparations are : Refreshments. Print outs. Presentations/briefings. Lunch reservations. PPE (Personal Protection Equipments) sets.
I made arrangements for most of them except for the presentation/briefing.
The weather was so dang nice this morning. All sunny and hot. Why won't it rain when there's a site visit by VIP huh? I wish it rained this morning. That would be a great change of event. I would have loved to see the site visit being cancelled or maybe a sight of vips running helter skelter in the rain. Kakaka.
At the appointed time though, the VIP came to site. Whoa. A punctual one. That's a first. Sharp. He came with several cars in tow. *sigh* And more guests. Uninvited ones. Not to mention the reporters. Geez. They sure has great sources huh?
I heard comments that I'm chubby. Chubby red cheeks. So cute.
Godamn. I was so... what's the word... insulted? Pissed? Ai. I mean I can certainly deal with having 'cute' as a compliment, but chubby? CHUBBY?!
*broods*
*pouts*
*sigh*
Anyway, the visit went okay. Even though there were many reporters and many uninvited guests. I guess we just can't help it. Can't really shoo them away ya know? What to do, just deal with it lor.
I'm kinda glad that the reporters didn't approach me. Although I noticed some of them nodding and pointing towards me. Of coz, they were eyeing the fliers that I held in my hand. These were meant for the VIPs IF and WHEN they asked for it. Since those reporters didn't make any move towards me, I might as well just hold onto them right? They are NOT VIPs. No point giving information to them so that they can twist them AND publish them in newspaper. Such nuisance. Pah!
I couldn't be happier than when the whole ordeal was over. I mean, imagine standing there whole morning under the hot blazing sun, following my boss and the VIPs everywhere they went on the site. I had to do that in case they needed something. I'm the person to prepare them. I'm supposed to swallow whatever requests they had, crunch them and spit out the answers and whatever it is that they needed on the spot. *sigh*
For lunch, we went to the restaurant that I scouted last Friday. It has to be halal and it has to have nice environment with air-cond and nice yummy food. My bosses are picky lor. Initially ordered AND confirmed 3 tables but in the end settled for 2 only. It was kinda hard to cancel the third table. I called about one half hour before the time we were supposed to have lunch this morning and the conversation went like this :
Me : Harlow, xxxxxx. Just wanna re-confirm with you hor. Only need 2 tables now, can ar?
Her : Har, only 2 ? How about the third one?
Me : Cancelled wor. Most of the vips can't make it. Got meeting somewhere else.
Her : Like tat. But I prepared some of the dishes already. How?
Me : O.O Like what?
Her : Ayam stim (Translate : Steam chicken)
Me : Oh. Like this lar. I'll pay for 2 tables full. I can't pay for the third table full, but I'll pay you for the ayam stim, can?
Her : How about my other dishes?
Me : Wei. Dun tell me you prepared them already. There's no way you cook one half hour before the appointed time right? I'll pay for the ayam stim. Cash. Anything else that we may order later on just add on, ok?
Her : Like that ar? Ok ok.
Me : Sorry for the trouble. We really were expecting close to 4 tables. But they just can't make it.
Her : Nvm. Thanks for telling me in advance.
Me : Oooo. No problem. Bai.
I really thought she was going to kill me. Strangle me. Marah me. But no. She said tenkiu. So nice.
Mr. Bee laughed at me. You hantu ar you. She should have scolded you cuz you cancelled the tables but she thanked you instead. You have a way with people eh? Next time I wanna go makan you better arrange ar. Hahaha!
Yes. He's probably right. I'm quite a hantu. I oso dunno why she's not mad at me. Maybe today's my lucky day?
I tried to get feedback from my bosses and to my delight they were happy with the food. They asked how did I manage to get so many dishes at such low price. I just replied "I pushed them hard hard mar" *paiseh*
Whatever happened to the extra ayam stim? I tapao them and chia (translate : treat) the site workers makan. Of coz I told them it's courtesy of my boss. It's for all the hard work they've done so far. They were grateful and was grinning from ear to ear. I'm touched.
Next time if I managed to become a boss, I'll make sure I take good care of my workers. The smile on their faces is worth it all. For me though, it's the satisfaction of the job delivered. With good quality.
Today has turned out to be quite a nice day. Albeit a little hectic and tiring. But heh, I luv that!
A VIP was going to visit our site this morning and so lotsa preparations need to be done to welcome him. Not only that. All my big bosses were gonna be present as well. Yeah, including Mr. Owl and Mr. Mousie.
The preparations are : Refreshments. Print outs. Presentations/briefings. Lunch reservations. PPE (Personal Protection Equipments) sets.
I made arrangements for most of them except for the presentation/briefing.
The weather was so dang nice this morning. All sunny and hot. Why won't it rain when there's a site visit by VIP huh? I wish it rained this morning. That would be a great change of event. I would have loved to see the site visit being cancelled or maybe a sight of vips running helter skelter in the rain. Kakaka.
At the appointed time though, the VIP came to site. Whoa. A punctual one. That's a first. Sharp. He came with several cars in tow. *sigh* And more guests. Uninvited ones. Not to mention the reporters. Geez. They sure has great sources huh?
I heard comments that I'm chubby. Chubby red cheeks. So cute.
Godamn. I was so... what's the word... insulted? Pissed? Ai. I mean I can certainly deal with having 'cute' as a compliment, but chubby? CHUBBY?!
*broods*
*pouts*
*sigh*
Anyway, the visit went okay. Even though there were many reporters and many uninvited guests. I guess we just can't help it. Can't really shoo them away ya know? What to do, just deal with it lor.
I'm kinda glad that the reporters didn't approach me. Although I noticed some of them nodding and pointing towards me. Of coz, they were eyeing the fliers that I held in my hand. These were meant for the VIPs IF and WHEN they asked for it. Since those reporters didn't make any move towards me, I might as well just hold onto them right? They are NOT VIPs. No point giving information to them so that they can twist them AND publish them in newspaper. Such nuisance. Pah!
I couldn't be happier than when the whole ordeal was over. I mean, imagine standing there whole morning under the hot blazing sun, following my boss and the VIPs everywhere they went on the site. I had to do that in case they needed something. I'm the person to prepare them. I'm supposed to swallow whatever requests they had, crunch them and spit out the answers and whatever it is that they needed on the spot. *sigh*
For lunch, we went to the restaurant that I scouted last Friday. It has to be halal and it has to have nice environment with air-cond and nice yummy food. My bosses are picky lor. Initially ordered AND confirmed 3 tables but in the end settled for 2 only. It was kinda hard to cancel the third table. I called about one half hour before the time we were supposed to have lunch this morning and the conversation went like this :
Me : Harlow, xxxxxx. Just wanna re-confirm with you hor. Only need 2 tables now, can ar?
Her : Har, only 2 ? How about the third one?
Me : Cancelled wor. Most of the vips can't make it. Got meeting somewhere else.
Her : Like tat. But I prepared some of the dishes already. How?
Me : O.O Like what?
Her : Ayam stim (Translate : Steam chicken)
Me : Oh. Like this lar. I'll pay for 2 tables full. I can't pay for the third table full, but I'll pay you for the ayam stim, can?
Her : How about my other dishes?
Me : Wei. Dun tell me you prepared them already. There's no way you cook one half hour before the appointed time right? I'll pay for the ayam stim. Cash. Anything else that we may order later on just add on, ok?
Her : Like that ar? Ok ok.
Me : Sorry for the trouble. We really were expecting close to 4 tables. But they just can't make it.
Her : Nvm. Thanks for telling me in advance.
Me : Oooo. No problem. Bai.
I really thought she was going to kill me. Strangle me. Marah me. But no. She said tenkiu. So nice.
Mr. Bee laughed at me. You hantu ar you. She should have scolded you cuz you cancelled the tables but she thanked you instead. You have a way with people eh? Next time I wanna go makan you better arrange ar. Hahaha!
Yes. He's probably right. I'm quite a hantu. I oso dunno why she's not mad at me. Maybe today's my lucky day?
I tried to get feedback from my bosses and to my delight they were happy with the food. They asked how did I manage to get so many dishes at such low price. I just replied "I pushed them hard hard mar" *paiseh*
Whatever happened to the extra ayam stim? I tapao them and chia (translate : treat) the site workers makan. Of coz I told them it's courtesy of my boss. It's for all the hard work they've done so far. They were grateful and was grinning from ear to ear. I'm touched.
Next time if I managed to become a boss, I'll make sure I take good care of my workers. The smile on their faces is worth it all. For me though, it's the satisfaction of the job delivered. With good quality.
Today has turned out to be quite a nice day. Albeit a little hectic and tiring. But heh, I luv that!
Monday, April 23, 2007
gastric... @.@
The last few days have been like living hell for me. I have gastric pain so severe I have trouble breathing normally. Sometimes I gasp for air and my head goes numb from the lack of oxygen. Top that up with windy stomach and headache, the last few days passed like whirlwind to me.
I want so badly to just be normal. Without gastric, without breathing problems, without windy stomach and without constipation. How hard can that be?
Wait till you're in my feet, in my body, in my position. Then you'll know that those thoughts are just like the stars scattered all over the skies. Blinking so beautifully and yet so far out of reach.
It took me years... YEARS!!!... to finally get over my gastric misery. And now it comes full swing back to haunt me. *cries*
All because the Orthopaedic (Doc) prescribed me these blasted pain killers for my fractured right foot. He didn't even ask me whether I have gastric or not. These cheebye Docs nowadays. They are shitheads I tell you. All they want from you is $$$$$$!!!! Damn I hate Docs!
Initially the gastric wasn't that bad. It's still bearable (I have high tolerance for pain since I sorta got used to them ever since I was 9 years old). Until now that is. Now, it's H-E-L-L.
(T_T) I hate gastric. I hate pain. I hate having to gasp for air. I hate the tightness I feel on my shoulders, the stiffness there and on my neck. I hate the erratic heart beats that I have whenever I have gastric. I hate the cold sweats that seem to appear out of nowhere whenever I have gastric.
I hate them so much, death seems like a better prospect all together. If you want me to choose between suffering gastric pain and death, I'll choose death. Really. Just gimme a quick death and I'll be happy. I'm sooo fedup of suffering in pain!
*pulls hair out*
I want so badly to just be normal. Without gastric, without breathing problems, without windy stomach and without constipation. How hard can that be?
Wait till you're in my feet, in my body, in my position. Then you'll know that those thoughts are just like the stars scattered all over the skies. Blinking so beautifully and yet so far out of reach.
It took me years... YEARS!!!... to finally get over my gastric misery. And now it comes full swing back to haunt me. *cries*
All because the Orthopaedic (Doc) prescribed me these blasted pain killers for my fractured right foot. He didn't even ask me whether I have gastric or not. These cheebye Docs nowadays. They are shitheads I tell you. All they want from you is $$$$$$!!!! Damn I hate Docs!
Initially the gastric wasn't that bad. It's still bearable (I have high tolerance for pain since I sorta got used to them ever since I was 9 years old). Until now that is. Now, it's H-E-L-L.
(T_T) I hate gastric. I hate pain. I hate having to gasp for air. I hate the tightness I feel on my shoulders, the stiffness there and on my neck. I hate the erratic heart beats that I have whenever I have gastric. I hate the cold sweats that seem to appear out of nowhere whenever I have gastric.
I hate them so much, death seems like a better prospect all together. If you want me to choose between suffering gastric pain and death, I'll choose death. Really. Just gimme a quick death and I'll be happy. I'm sooo fedup of suffering in pain!
*pulls hair out*
Meeting or drama?
I've just came back from a meeting with my bosses (Owl & Mousie), in-house consultant (let's call him Mr. Bee) and sub-con (let's call him SC. I can't think up a nickname for him here). It ain't pretty I tell you. It just ain't pretty.
The meeting dragged on for hours and hours. However, it's a good learning experience for me. I luv sitting in meetings like these. I enjoy sitting there quietly, reserving my opinions to myself, truly and fully observing all the parties involved. Their facial expressions, their intonation, the way they address people, how they started off their speeches, how they deliver their presentation, how they argued and bend their ways out, and how they started the fighting, carried it out full swing and standing firmly rooted to their ground when they are challenged.
One word says it all. Fascinating. Yayayaya. *nods head fervently*
Sadly to note though, there's nothing for me to learn from Mousie. He's too rigid, too egoistic, too kiasu and kiasi. These two k's don't go well hand in hand I tell you.
But... players that has such characteristics are normally quite a star when acting out an instant drama. It's ... midly entertaining. At least, to my amazement. Muahahaha.
For those non-hokkien and non-chinese readers out there, kiasu means 'afraid of defeat' and kiasi means 'afraid of death'.
A simpler way of looking at it is simply this : He doesn't wanna surrender nor does he know how to fight the battle. He doesn't wanna go forward and yet he doesn't wanna go backward. The same goes for steering left or right direction. Get what I mean? If you have a General like that in your army, you're a goner. No chance to survive lar I tell you. Unless Superman springs out of nowhere and swoops down to save you!
Come to think of it, I'm quite glad that my PR does not suck as much as Mousie's. I'll be modest and say that my PR skills are 50/50 okay. I still have a long way to go. There are some peps that I get along real fine and some that doesn't. If we're sama bulu type then we click lar. If not, aiyo... sian.
Let's just say that deary Mousie here has a pretty negative PR. He was told off by almost everyone, and worse still, by our sub-con in the meeting just now like this : Hey, talk professionally lar.
Now, that's harsh right? Imagine being told that way in front of your big boss, the VIPs you deal with on daily basis, and inexperienced me. Aiyo. How to swallow that down? Malunya!
That comment undoubtedly embarrassed him greatly. Lost face mar. In front of me some more, aiyo. Bo bin ki lang! (Translate : No face to meet ppl liao) The drama more or less started from then on.
Although the drama wasn't much, just fancy bickering that gets outrageously personal... but still, it's a drama lor. It gets nasty lor. Sometimes. Thank God it didn't get really nasty just now. Just to the point of being paiseh and tulan but I guess that's more than enough for people that has ego the size of an elephant : like Mousie. *sigh*
-____-'''
When we came back from the meeting, the Owl was shaking his head ruefully, telling me that when a meeting gets that way, it becomes very hard. Discussions become very hard. Negotiation becomes harder still. The other party will close themselves up completely, refusing to negotiate further.
In the end, that fellow wanted a one-on-one discussion. See? Mousie was being singled out. Again. It happens all the time. Duh. I mean, who wants to approach you if the atmosphere you carry emits such huge, bad, negative aura?
Imagine sitting in hell, trying to negotiate or bargain your way out from hell with the Lord of Hades himself. How does that feel to you?
Uh huh. Badddd. You get the vibes.
In the end, after poor Mousie has gone through enough bombardments and humiliations, he settled with this sentence : I'm not a Civil Engineer.
I'm frigging amazed I tell you. What the heck does that have to do with anything?
One second thought, is he trying to lay the blame on me?
O.O
Oooo... wicked. Nice try though. Did you know that a blunt needle can't prick you? Ai. It's like trying to use a straw to stab a heart. Irony huh? Tell me this : Has anyone been stabbed to death by a straw? Sheesshhh!
p/s : If you did, somehow, miraculously experienced that, email me. I'll congratulate you personally. Complete with salute and I'll even be willing to become your disciple. Wakakaka.
The meeting dragged on for hours and hours. However, it's a good learning experience for me. I luv sitting in meetings like these. I enjoy sitting there quietly, reserving my opinions to myself, truly and fully observing all the parties involved. Their facial expressions, their intonation, the way they address people, how they started off their speeches, how they deliver their presentation, how they argued and bend their ways out, and how they started the fighting, carried it out full swing and standing firmly rooted to their ground when they are challenged.
One word says it all. Fascinating. Yayayaya. *nods head fervently*
Sadly to note though, there's nothing for me to learn from Mousie. He's too rigid, too egoistic, too kiasu and kiasi. These two k's don't go well hand in hand I tell you.
But... players that has such characteristics are normally quite a star when acting out an instant drama. It's ... midly entertaining. At least, to my amazement. Muahahaha.
For those non-hokkien and non-chinese readers out there, kiasu means 'afraid of defeat' and kiasi means 'afraid of death'.
A simpler way of looking at it is simply this : He doesn't wanna surrender nor does he know how to fight the battle. He doesn't wanna go forward and yet he doesn't wanna go backward. The same goes for steering left or right direction. Get what I mean? If you have a General like that in your army, you're a goner. No chance to survive lar I tell you. Unless Superman springs out of nowhere and swoops down to save you!
Come to think of it, I'm quite glad that my PR does not suck as much as Mousie's. I'll be modest and say that my PR skills are 50/50 okay. I still have a long way to go. There are some peps that I get along real fine and some that doesn't. If we're sama bulu type then we click lar. If not, aiyo... sian.
Let's just say that deary Mousie here has a pretty negative PR. He was told off by almost everyone, and worse still, by our sub-con in the meeting just now like this : Hey, talk professionally lar.
Now, that's harsh right? Imagine being told that way in front of your big boss, the VIPs you deal with on daily basis, and inexperienced me. Aiyo. How to swallow that down? Malunya!
That comment undoubtedly embarrassed him greatly. Lost face mar. In front of me some more, aiyo. Bo bin ki lang! (Translate : No face to meet ppl liao) The drama more or less started from then on.
Although the drama wasn't much, just fancy bickering that gets outrageously personal... but still, it's a drama lor. It gets nasty lor. Sometimes. Thank God it didn't get really nasty just now. Just to the point of being paiseh and tulan but I guess that's more than enough for people that has ego the size of an elephant : like Mousie. *sigh*
-____-'''
When we came back from the meeting, the Owl was shaking his head ruefully, telling me that when a meeting gets that way, it becomes very hard. Discussions become very hard. Negotiation becomes harder still. The other party will close themselves up completely, refusing to negotiate further.
In the end, that fellow wanted a one-on-one discussion. See? Mousie was being singled out. Again. It happens all the time. Duh. I mean, who wants to approach you if the atmosphere you carry emits such huge, bad, negative aura?
Imagine sitting in hell, trying to negotiate or bargain your way out from hell with the Lord of Hades himself. How does that feel to you?
Uh huh. Badddd. You get the vibes.
In the end, after poor Mousie has gone through enough bombardments and humiliations, he settled with this sentence : I'm not a Civil Engineer.
I'm frigging amazed I tell you. What the heck does that have to do with anything?
One second thought, is he trying to lay the blame on me?
O.O
Oooo... wicked. Nice try though. Did you know that a blunt needle can't prick you? Ai. It's like trying to use a straw to stab a heart. Irony huh? Tell me this : Has anyone been stabbed to death by a straw? Sheesshhh!
p/s : If you did, somehow, miraculously experienced that, email me. I'll congratulate you personally. Complete with salute and I'll even be willing to become your disciple. Wakakaka.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Blogs blogs blogs
I have a confession to make. I've been reading quite a number of blogs lately. And one thing that never cease to amaze me is : How did THEY manage to find so many things to blog about?
I was like "WHOA!!! Awesome!"
*speechless*
*reads*
*gasps*
I'm slowly updating and adding them to the list of blogs that I read. Since I lost all my 400 bookmarks, I hafta start all over. However, I know some of those blogs by heart, so I didn't have much trouble looking them up. Hehe.
Really hafta kow-tow them man! They write about everything and anything. With lotsa pics too! How did they manage to upload sooo many pictures? Really needa salute them man.
I feel like such a lazyworm.
Whenever I wanna upload pics, make me wait for 1 min more and I'll quit just like that. Totally no patience!
It's easier to click than to type, no?
Hope I'll get addicted enough to blog more. With lotsa pics too. Learnt the terminology as : Camwhore.
Now now. Where did they get that term?
I can't think of myself camwhoring, but heck.. maybe I'll get used to that... soon. *paiseh*
*checks watch*
Oooo... needa go do my routine exercise. Me wanna burn those excess fat ler. Wanna slim down lor. Wanna buy lotsa nice sexy clothes to wear lei. Dunno can make it anot. *sigh*
I was like "WHOA!!! Awesome!"
*speechless*
*reads*
*gasps*
I'm slowly updating and adding them to the list of blogs that I read. Since I lost all my 400 bookmarks, I hafta start all over. However, I know some of those blogs by heart, so I didn't have much trouble looking them up. Hehe.
Really hafta kow-tow them man! They write about everything and anything. With lotsa pics too! How did they manage to upload sooo many pictures? Really needa salute them man.
I feel like such a lazyworm.
Whenever I wanna upload pics, make me wait for 1 min more and I'll quit just like that. Totally no patience!
It's easier to click than to type, no?
Hope I'll get addicted enough to blog more. With lotsa pics too. Learnt the terminology as : Camwhore.
Now now. Where did they get that term?
I can't think of myself camwhoring, but heck.. maybe I'll get used to that... soon. *paiseh*
*checks watch*
Oooo... needa go do my routine exercise. Me wanna burn those excess fat ler. Wanna slim down lor. Wanna buy lotsa nice sexy clothes to wear lei. Dunno can make it anot. *sigh*
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Death Stare at KFC
Went out for dinner after 8 PM just now. Was starving. Circled Sarikei town twice before deciding on what to eat.
I went to KFC. Ordered its Colonel Rice Combo for a try. Actually, I didn't even notice this supposedly NEW product of KFC. The only thing that drawn me to it was its price : RM8.49
This is frigging cheap for 2 pcs of KFC chicken, 1 Colonel Rice topped with gravy, 1 Coleslaw (Regular size) and 1 Pepsi drink (Regular size).
*sorry guys, no pics, didn't bring my digicam*
But then again, its taste is nothing to brag about. The rice is so so, the gravy makes it worse (better eat without the gravy). The only nice thing about it is the 2 pcs of chicken (I requested for at least a drumstick to go with it) and Coleslaw.
What I wanna blog about is not really about the food served in KFC. It has more to do with the process of buying the food at KFC. Remember that we need to queue up to order our food? It's self service. So yeah, I queued (does this have a past tense?) up. When I reached KFC, it was half full with patrons. I was 2nd in line at the counter and within 5 seconds, suddenly there's a group of peps storming into KFC.
To my amazement and utter shock, there's this family who tried to jump queue. And they chose to do that in front of me : meaning cut my line in front of me lor. I got quite quite pissed at them. At first I stared at them in disbelief. With me being the 2nd in line, they went straight to the counter, stood right in front of the counter machine, and waited to CUT into the line.
Lemme describe this damn family to you in detail. I guess the father is about 40+, with more white hair than grey and an ugly moustache. The wife is a petite skinny woman approximately mid 30 in age and a kid which ages about 3-4 years old. The father was craddling the kid by his right arm, so it was up to the mother to squeeze her way in.
When I stared at her in disbelief, she ran a look over me, probably to judge whether it's safe for her to cut into my line or not. Initially, she deduced it safe to jump q on me, because her eyes showed full confidence that I wouldn't butt in nor stop her in any way. That's where she made the mistake. I RECOGNIZED that look. And I despised it the most. It's the bully type of look. It means "YOU CAN BE BULLIED. EASY VICTIM. NYEK NYEK NYEK."
The lips of the inner me turned upwards in a feral grin. She's sooo gonna pay for this.
I changed my stare in disbelief into my famous DEATH STARE. I stared cold hard. I made sure I emit this deadly killing aura. I made sure she could feel it. Ooooo... it's oozing it's oozing. I can't help it. I luvvvv it.
The inner me cackles like a crazed hyena. They always thought that I'm harmless! I'll show them! I'll massacre them!!! Muahahahaha!!!!
I waited for her to turn her head towards me for a double look. She would do that once she felt my death stare. *evil grins*
It didn't take long for her to do that. The second time she looked at me, she froze. I had this "Mess with me and I'll make sure you pray you've never known KFC! *evil laughs*" look plastered all over my face. Muahahaha.
I must be quite scary when I have my death stare on. She changed her mind on the spot. When it was my turn to be served, she stood frozen there, her feet glued to the spot.
I immediately smiled and ordered my Colonel Rice Combo. Believe me. She was so dumbstruck her hubby has to shake her up. Muahahahahaha
I simply luv it when they are like that. Wakakaka...
Remember this : Dun play play with me ar.... Otherwise, I shoot you on the spot!
I went to KFC. Ordered its Colonel Rice Combo for a try. Actually, I didn't even notice this supposedly NEW product of KFC. The only thing that drawn me to it was its price : RM8.49
This is frigging cheap for 2 pcs of KFC chicken, 1 Colonel Rice topped with gravy, 1 Coleslaw (Regular size) and 1 Pepsi drink (Regular size).
*sorry guys, no pics, didn't bring my digicam*
But then again, its taste is nothing to brag about. The rice is so so, the gravy makes it worse (better eat without the gravy). The only nice thing about it is the 2 pcs of chicken (I requested for at least a drumstick to go with it) and Coleslaw.
What I wanna blog about is not really about the food served in KFC. It has more to do with the process of buying the food at KFC. Remember that we need to queue up to order our food? It's self service. So yeah, I queued (does this have a past tense?) up. When I reached KFC, it was half full with patrons. I was 2nd in line at the counter and within 5 seconds, suddenly there's a group of peps storming into KFC.
To my amazement and utter shock, there's this family who tried to jump queue. And they chose to do that in front of me : meaning cut my line in front of me lor. I got quite quite pissed at them. At first I stared at them in disbelief. With me being the 2nd in line, they went straight to the counter, stood right in front of the counter machine, and waited to CUT into the line.
Lemme describe this damn family to you in detail. I guess the father is about 40+, with more white hair than grey and an ugly moustache. The wife is a petite skinny woman approximately mid 30 in age and a kid which ages about 3-4 years old. The father was craddling the kid by his right arm, so it was up to the mother to squeeze her way in.
When I stared at her in disbelief, she ran a look over me, probably to judge whether it's safe for her to cut into my line or not. Initially, she deduced it safe to jump q on me, because her eyes showed full confidence that I wouldn't butt in nor stop her in any way. That's where she made the mistake. I RECOGNIZED that look. And I despised it the most. It's the bully type of look. It means "YOU CAN BE BULLIED. EASY VICTIM. NYEK NYEK NYEK."
The lips of the inner me turned upwards in a feral grin. She's sooo gonna pay for this.
I changed my stare in disbelief into my famous DEATH STARE. I stared cold hard. I made sure I emit this deadly killing aura. I made sure she could feel it. Ooooo... it's oozing it's oozing. I can't help it. I luvvvv it.
The inner me cackles like a crazed hyena. They always thought that I'm harmless! I'll show them! I'll massacre them!!! Muahahahaha!!!!
I waited for her to turn her head towards me for a double look. She would do that once she felt my death stare. *evil grins*
It didn't take long for her to do that. The second time she looked at me, she froze. I had this "Mess with me and I'll make sure you pray you've never known KFC! *evil laughs*" look plastered all over my face. Muahahaha.
I must be quite scary when I have my death stare on. She changed her mind on the spot. When it was my turn to be served, she stood frozen there, her feet glued to the spot.
I immediately smiled and ordered my Colonel Rice Combo. Believe me. She was so dumbstruck her hubby has to shake her up. Muahahahahaha
I simply luv it when they are like that. Wakakaka...
Remember this : Dun play play with me ar.... Otherwise, I shoot you on the spot!
Fucking Near Miss!!!
I've just came back from my dinner trip to KFC. Nevermind the dinner, I'll blog about this first!
Guess what happened just now? Well, it didn't really happen, it nearly happened!
I nearly got involved in a nasty accident. Imagine this : "Nasty Head-On Collision" , front page on every local newspaper.
Yeah, a damn kid speeding on a BMX bicycle nearly rammed into my car head on just now! There were 2 of them really, and I was taking a left turn at the T-junction after turning on my signal light. I spotted the first kid cycling his bicycle so fast that I deliberately slowed down just to let him pass first. Phew! That was close!
Guess what happened next?
Another kid (obviously chasing after the first kid) suddenly appeared out of nowhere (the road was pitch dark with no street lights at all), headed straight toward my car! To make things worse, he wasn't even aware that he's actually heading straight towards me. The jerk! I honked on reflex, and everything happened in slow motion. I stopped the car in the middle of the road (to continue driving would only mean killing the kid in a less painful state : meaning to kill him on the spot lor), with the horn blaring out loud, the sonofabitch's eyes went big as saucers cuz he only realized what's in front of him at the point of impact. I winced, waiting for him to hit the car, and hold and behold, a miracle happened.
He SOMEHOW, AMAZINGLY managed to pull out and escaped unscathed! That #@~##@@!!! SONOFABITCH! That was SO FRIGGING CLOSE! KNNCCB! Ugh!
I turned around to take a good look at the damn kid. He stopped approximately 5 metres away from my car, panting so hard I could see him shivering all over. His BMX was shaking, and he bent over his BMX, trying desperately to stablize it, nearly kneeling over from the mere shock. That's right. Be scared. Be very scared. How does it feel like to have glanced death in the eyes just for a matter of 2 seconds? Fucking retard.
To tell you the truth, I wouldn't send him to hospital if he really rammed into my car. From my calculation, if he really rammed into my car, he'll go flying far far away and perhaps landed 1 or 2 metres away from the nearest monsoon drain by the main road. Worse still, he might have rolled and fell into the monsoon drain, and then died either from the severe car impact or of drowning. Fucking jerk deserved to die. Kids like these have given peps like us enough heart attack!
But hor, I talk bad nia lar. If there really is a collision, I'd probably be the first one to rescue him. I joined Red Crescent actively for two full years before withdrawing for the sake of my PMR exam. Otherwise how to score straight A1s right? But still...
The damn kid was so dang lucky. Either his parents pray a lot for his safety, or I just haven't curse enough. *rolls eyes*
That shock makes me wide wide awake right now. Tiu! Really scared me outta my skin! Ma-de.
Guess what happened just now? Well, it didn't really happen, it nearly happened!
I nearly got involved in a nasty accident. Imagine this : "Nasty Head-On Collision" , front page on every local newspaper.
Yeah, a damn kid speeding on a BMX bicycle nearly rammed into my car head on just now! There were 2 of them really, and I was taking a left turn at the T-junction after turning on my signal light. I spotted the first kid cycling his bicycle so fast that I deliberately slowed down just to let him pass first. Phew! That was close!
Guess what happened next?
Another kid (obviously chasing after the first kid) suddenly appeared out of nowhere (the road was pitch dark with no street lights at all), headed straight toward my car! To make things worse, he wasn't even aware that he's actually heading straight towards me. The jerk! I honked on reflex, and everything happened in slow motion. I stopped the car in the middle of the road (to continue driving would only mean killing the kid in a less painful state : meaning to kill him on the spot lor), with the horn blaring out loud, the sonofabitch's eyes went big as saucers cuz he only realized what's in front of him at the point of impact. I winced, waiting for him to hit the car, and hold and behold, a miracle happened.
He SOMEHOW, AMAZINGLY managed to pull out and escaped unscathed! That #@~##@@!!! SONOFABITCH! That was SO FRIGGING CLOSE! KNNCCB! Ugh!
I turned around to take a good look at the damn kid. He stopped approximately 5 metres away from my car, panting so hard I could see him shivering all over. His BMX was shaking, and he bent over his BMX, trying desperately to stablize it, nearly kneeling over from the mere shock. That's right. Be scared. Be very scared. How does it feel like to have glanced death in the eyes just for a matter of 2 seconds? Fucking retard.
To tell you the truth, I wouldn't send him to hospital if he really rammed into my car. From my calculation, if he really rammed into my car, he'll go flying far far away and perhaps landed 1 or 2 metres away from the nearest monsoon drain by the main road. Worse still, he might have rolled and fell into the monsoon drain, and then died either from the severe car impact or of drowning. Fucking jerk deserved to die. Kids like these have given peps like us enough heart attack!
But hor, I talk bad nia lar. If there really is a collision, I'd probably be the first one to rescue him. I joined Red Crescent actively for two full years before withdrawing for the sake of my PMR exam. Otherwise how to score straight A1s right? But still...
The damn kid was so dang lucky. Either his parents pray a lot for his safety, or I just haven't curse enough. *rolls eyes*
That shock makes me wide wide awake right now. Tiu! Really scared me outta my skin! Ma-de.
I'm back!
Yuuhoooo minna! I'm back folks! Sorry for the wait ar. So, have you been missing me?
*wink* *wink*
Hmmm, probably not. I cuss too much nowadays, no? *sigh*
FYI, my Lappy has fully recovered! All thanks to TK!!!! You're a real genius ya know that? *muaks* Muahahaha!!!
Ehem. Let's get back on track. So, what have I been doing lately?
Bad. Real bad. I have gastric everyday now and I suffer miserably. Went to bed at 9 PM yesterday and slept all the way till 7++ this morning. Yeah. The pain drained me of all my energy. I wish it could drain my 'fat' as well. I'd really appreciate that! Who needs excess baggage eh? Ai...
Anyway, I'll try to crank up something to write about later on. I may have something, I may not. Let's hope I have, wookay? Hehe...
Brb!
*wink* *wink*
Hmmm, probably not. I cuss too much nowadays, no? *sigh*
FYI, my Lappy has fully recovered! All thanks to TK!!!! You're a real genius ya know that? *muaks* Muahahaha!!!
Ehem. Let's get back on track. So, what have I been doing lately?
Bad. Real bad. I have gastric everyday now and I suffer miserably. Went to bed at 9 PM yesterday and slept all the way till 7++ this morning. Yeah. The pain drained me of all my energy. I wish it could drain my 'fat' as well. I'd really appreciate that! Who needs excess baggage eh? Ai...
Anyway, I'll try to crank up something to write about later on. I may have something, I may not. Let's hope I have, wookay? Hehe...
Brb!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
I LOST MY BOOKMARK!
I am so fucking-blardy-godamn UGH PISSED!
I lost all my bookmark. Just when I was about to back it up. Backup. About!
Cheebye.
It's gone even before I back-it-up.
$#%#$@^&^!!!
-_____________________________-''''''''
*sweats*
*cries*
*wails*
KNN!
78!
TIU!
God HELP me PLS! I'm miserable. Ku liu! ..................
I ran out of cuss. Now I realized how limited my Vocabulary of cuss is.
*speechless*
I hate today. I got so many SHOCKS today.
My cols brought 3 of those damn creatures that looks like a cross of Scorpion and Prawn to the office.
My boss (The Owl) called for a SHOCK meeting with all the big balls out there (half an hour before the actual meeting time).
My immediate boss (The Mousie) suddenly came to office with a jari kudung. Huh? Wtf???!?
My Lappy died 6 times continuously on me just now.
My bookmark! MY BOOKMARK!
Damn. I lost my appetite already. Darn.
*broods*
I lost all my bookmark. Just when I was about to back it up. Backup. About!
Cheebye.
It's gone even before I back-it-up.
$#%#$@^&^!!!
-_____________________________-''''''''
*sweats*
*cries*
*wails*
KNN!
78!
TIU!
God HELP me PLS! I'm miserable. Ku liu! ..................
I ran out of cuss. Now I realized how limited my Vocabulary of cuss is.
*speechless*
I hate today. I got so many SHOCKS today.
My cols brought 3 of those damn creatures that looks like a cross of Scorpion and Prawn to the office.
My boss (The Owl) called for a SHOCK meeting with all the big balls out there (half an hour before the actual meeting time).
My immediate boss (The Mousie) suddenly came to office with a jari kudung. Huh? Wtf???!?
My Lappy died 6 times continuously on me just now.
My bookmark! MY BOOKMARK!
Damn. I lost my appetite already. Darn.
*broods*
My Dead Lappy
I noticed just now that I seldom blog nowadays. Well, not as frequently as I'd have preferred. Sometimes my blog is left with no updates whatsoever for several days. One of the reason is that my Lappy is dying on me. Gosh, that simply takes out the joy of blogging from me. I can't online, downloading files and surfing simultaneously. For example, just now my Lappy was lagging so miserably that I had to re-start it for 6 times. Sometimes, it just refused to shut down no matter how long you waited : which then forced me to Force-shut it. The lags went so bad that it feels like a dying turtle trying to climb its way up the shore. So frigging slowwwwww!!!!Imagine re-starting your pc an average of 10 times per day. More often than not, I ended up being so pissed I nearly thrown my poor Lappy out of my window at home. I'm so thankful that I somehow managed (miserably, with lotsa hair pulling...ugh!) not to do that. That would be sooo downright cruel, no? *sigh*
What caused the lagging was that the CPU Usage indicator is always on 100% even when I didn't open any applications. Of coz, there are always applications that run at the background of the Lappy, but heck, those stuffs are hardly capable of 'eating up' 100% of my CPU usage. Even with all the background applications running simultaneously added up together won't reach 10% of CPU Usage. They are wayyyyyyyyyy too minor to be taken into consideration. Which leaves me with this:-
I suspect the culprit is either the virus(es), blaster worm(s) or spyware(s).
Another possibility is the firewall installed in my Lappy. But it has been working fine till now (close to 2 years), so I automatically kick this possibility outta my list.
It's the damn virus/blaster worm/spyware. It's gotta be THEM!
I suddenly remembered that my Zone Alarm scanned a malicious virus 2 weeks prior. The damn thing couldn't be cleaned, couldn't be deleted, couldn't be healed, couldn't be quarantined, couldn't be ANYTHING! I was so frust, I just ignored the bloody thing. And now it's back to haunt me. And I frigging forgot the name of the damn thing. Ugh!
My Lappy has been acting weird since then. It always hang/freeze, can't play songs/movies properly, can't seem to load up my blog pages sometimes, takes close to 1 min just to open Windows Explorer and etc etc... -.-''
Scanned it with AVG Spywares last two days and found 265 of those disgusting shits scurrying around in my Lappy!!!!!!! Euuuuuu!!!!!
And it has just gone a taaaadddd bit bit better only after that. Then, it goes back being dead. D-E-A-D. Sometimes, if I pray hard enough, it goes okay for half an hour or so before it died on me again.
Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! *pulls hair out*
I'm sending my Lappy into ICU this Saturday. I'll tapao it back to Kuching in a white cloth (refer kain kapan) and ward it into my col/friend's hospital. Let's call him Tk. Now, he's a genius with computer. He can fix ANYTHING. I'm just so glad to be able to throw the mess at him. Called him this morning and pleaded "Please save my Lappy! Pullleeeeeezzzzzzzzzzeeee!!!!"
Can't wait for my Lappy's full recovery. This shall be my last post in a couple of days time gua. To all the readers out there : Please wait patiently for my return. No. My Lappy's recovery. And please pray for my Lappy's recovery. To all of you who feels for me - A zillion thanks. To those who don't : Man, you have no heart. Go find one now!!!
Gotta go now. Wanna balut my Lappy up for delivery tomorrow. Kah kah kah...
Gadget : My new MP4 player!
Yo folks. I hereby presents my latest toy : T-A-D-A!!!
I bought this babe at the PC Fair last Saturday when I was in Kuching. Full stainless steel body. It's light, it's sleek, it's a beauty! It sports a brilliant 2" display that delivers super sharp and clear graphics! Besides being able to play mp3, mp4, jpeg, read e-books, play games and various other sound and video files, this thing also comes loaded with an extra feature : mini sd card slot. On top of that, the built in memory is a whooping 2GB. And it's only selling at RM200. Frigging cheap. Woohoo!!!!
I was soooo high up in the sky when I bought this thing, it took me days to come back down to earth and start standing normally. Wakakaka...
Better still, it comes with a free gift. Muahahaha...
I bought this babe at the PC Fair last Saturday when I was in Kuching. Full stainless steel body. It's light, it's sleek, it's a beauty! It sports a brilliant 2" display that delivers super sharp and clear graphics! Besides being able to play mp3, mp4, jpeg, read e-books, play games and various other sound and video files, this thing also comes loaded with an extra feature : mini sd card slot. On top of that, the built in memory is a whooping 2GB. And it's only selling at RM200. Frigging cheap. Woohoo!!!!I was soooo high up in the sky when I bought this thing, it took me days to come back down to earth and start standing normally. Wakakaka...
Better still, it comes with a free gift. Muahahaha...
Udang Galah Sarawak?!
Honestly I really dunno what this thing is called. At first look, it bears similar resemblance to a scorpion. Look carefully, it does have the torso of a scorpion, no? And its tail. It's like a prawn's tail, no? Currently, I'm uploading the video I took just for your pleasure.
*checks upload*
Uwah... damn slow. Maybe my video too large? Or maybe my laptop can't handle it?
My cols caught them things at site this morning. Three of them Scorpion-Prawns. Let's call them ScoPran eh? Hohoho. Anyway, Wan wants to bring them back and cook them for dinner tonite. Let's interview him tomorrow. Kakaka...
Pttfffff... Anyway, I'll just post this (text) up first... U check back here again lar if you want to see the video. It takes time to upload ler... So, will add-on later yah...
*preparing the next post*
*checks upload*
Uwah... damn slow. Maybe my video too large? Or maybe my laptop can't handle it?
My cols caught them things at site this morning. Three of them Scorpion-Prawns. Let's call them ScoPran eh? Hohoho. Anyway, Wan wants to bring them back and cook them for dinner tonite. Let's interview him tomorrow. Kakaka...
Pttfffff... Anyway, I'll just post this (text) up first... U check back here again lar if you want to see the video. It takes time to upload ler... So, will add-on later yah...
*preparing the next post*
Monday, April 9, 2007
Prawn? Lobster? What?
I'm always amused at the things I managed to find at my site : the place I work lar. Last time, it was a crocodile being accidentally caught entangled in a fishing net. Today? I found this...
I can't really tell what it is, but I sure can tell it'll taste REALLY NICE in a cooking wok! *drools*
It's quite ferocious too. When I tried to 'kacau' it, it snapped the twig I used into half! Bad! Bad!
Then, it quickly retreated further away from me. Ooo.. perhaps it sensed that I had every intention to E-A-T it. Wakaka!
I can't really tell what it is, but I sure can tell it'll taste REALLY NICE in a cooking wok! *drools*
It's quite ferocious too. When I tried to 'kacau' it, it snapped the twig I used into half! Bad! Bad!
Then, it quickly retreated further away from me. Ooo.. perhaps it sensed that I had every intention to E-A-T it. Wakaka!
So clumsy!!!
I dunno what hits me this year, but I have been so clumsy I just can't believe it!
First, I fractured a small bone in my right foot.
Then, I proceeded and SOMEHOW managed to knock it at ALMOST everything in my path : furnitures (legs especially, chair legs, table legs, bed legs & etc.); everybody else seems to suddenly luv my fractured poor foot cuz COINCIDENTALLY, they kept stepping on IT and bla bla bla.
I also knocked my shoulders or elbowed my way onto door frames and sharp table edges. Oufffh!
Guess what did I do just now?
I sat on my own glasses! My glasses! I put it on my bed, and I sat on it. With me being fat, and clumsy, the poor thing was quite quite squashed.
*cries*
>.> *looks at it again*
Damn. It's so old already. Might as well just throw it away right?
Nononono! It's the first glasses I bought with my FIRST own hard earned money. I've been wearing it for like *starts counting*... 7 years. Ptfff!
*thinks again*
Euuu. It's sooo ancient. *takes out spare glasses and wears them*
*fiddle fiddle*
Eeeee. I want my ol' glasses. *whines*
Do you think I should get a NEW one and just dump the old ones away? (T_T) Or bring the old ones for REPAIR??? *sigh*
First, I fractured a small bone in my right foot.
Then, I proceeded and SOMEHOW managed to knock it at ALMOST everything in my path : furnitures (legs especially, chair legs, table legs, bed legs & etc.); everybody else seems to suddenly luv my fractured poor foot cuz COINCIDENTALLY, they kept stepping on IT and bla bla bla.
I also knocked my shoulders or elbowed my way onto door frames and sharp table edges. Oufffh!
Guess what did I do just now?
I sat on my own glasses! My glasses! I put it on my bed, and I sat on it. With me being fat, and clumsy, the poor thing was quite quite squashed.
*cries*
>.> *looks at it again*
Damn. It's so old already. Might as well just throw it away right?
Nononono! It's the first glasses I bought with my FIRST own hard earned money. I've been wearing it for like *starts counting*... 7 years. Ptfff!
*thinks again*
Euuu. It's sooo ancient. *takes out spare glasses and wears them*
*fiddle fiddle*
Eeeee. I want my ol' glasses. *whines*
Do you think I should get a NEW one and just dump the old ones away? (T_T) Or bring the old ones for REPAIR??? *sigh*
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Me can't go home meh?
One of my Aunty just came back from Australia. We chatted just now straight after my office hour's over (I went to her place to help her fix her pc) and here's part of the conversation :
~~~~~~~~~
Aunty : Do you still attend the cell group on Friday?
Me : Nope.
Aunty : Why?
Me : I go back to Kuching on most Fridays.
Aunty : (pulls long dark face and in a fierce tone) Why do you go back every week?
Me : Why can't I? It's my home.
Aunty : ....
~~~~~~~~~
Seriously, wtf is wrong with me going back? It's not like I throw God out of my life if I go back to Kuching and hence miss ALL the cell group stuffs. It doesn't mean that I believe in Jesus Christ any less and it doesn't mean that my faith wavers if I dun join other Christians in their worship or in Bible reading. What's the matter with most Christians nowadays? Where on earth is their brotherly or sisterly love?!? Don't they even understand how peps like us feel? So what if I don't go to church every Sunday or if I dun attend cell group once every week? No need to die gua. It doesn't mean that I love Jesus Christ or God any less. It's not the end of the world. Right??!?
*SIGH*
Today really sucks. The hours are slowly crawling by and I hate it. I was busy, having to deal with difficult, useless, worthless cols/subordinates who tried their very best to make my life and job a living hell. I was dead tired, and spent, and hungry when I saw my Aunt and she gave me THAT talk. Fuck! Gimme a break lar, tiu. I hate to say this, but most Christians make my life a living hell. Damn sad. Sien. Blardy hypocrites.
..........................
-________-'''
I'm going to bed now.
Hope I can sleep. Sien.
~~~~~~~~~
Aunty : Do you still attend the cell group on Friday?
Me : Nope.
Aunty : Why?
Me : I go back to Kuching on most Fridays.
Aunty : (pulls long dark face and in a fierce tone) Why do you go back every week?
Me : Why can't I? It's my home.
Aunty : ....
~~~~~~~~~
Seriously, wtf is wrong with me going back? It's not like I throw God out of my life if I go back to Kuching and hence miss ALL the cell group stuffs. It doesn't mean that I believe in Jesus Christ any less and it doesn't mean that my faith wavers if I dun join other Christians in their worship or in Bible reading. What's the matter with most Christians nowadays? Where on earth is their brotherly or sisterly love?!? Don't they even understand how peps like us feel? So what if I don't go to church every Sunday or if I dun attend cell group once every week? No need to die gua. It doesn't mean that I love Jesus Christ or God any less. It's not the end of the world. Right??!?
*SIGH*
Today really sucks. The hours are slowly crawling by and I hate it. I was busy, having to deal with difficult, useless, worthless cols/subordinates who tried their very best to make my life and job a living hell. I was dead tired, and spent, and hungry when I saw my Aunt and she gave me THAT talk. Fuck! Gimme a break lar, tiu. I hate to say this, but most Christians make my life a living hell. Damn sad. Sien. Blardy hypocrites.
..........................
-________-'''
I'm going to bed now.
Hope I can sleep. Sien.
Foul mood
Warning!!! : This post contains TONNES of cussing and is totally sugar-coated with so much venom it'll kill you on the spot if you have chicken heart. Beware. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Kam siah.
#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#
I'm constantly in a very foul mood today. I get annoyed very easily and I'm having so much problem trying to keep my temper in check. What the heck is wrong with me?
Probably it has to do with my superbly useless cols/subordinates who tried to act all pandai eventhough they cant do shit even if their fucking lives depended on it. Gave them instructions and they played smart, trying to avoid doing them. No need lar. Never mind lar. Bikin nanti oso can lar. No problem lar.
Godamit you mother fuckers!!! Just do whatever I instructed you to do, otherwise, you're so fucking not gonna get your damn OT signed by me!
Then you can go and bang that brain the size of a cockroach shit of yours to the walls from this moment on untill eternity.
And stop come whining to me that you still haven't got your 'allowances' approved, no OT claims lar, your claims haven't come out lar, you bolui lar, mintak I tolong lar....
#$%#$@$$#$$!!!!
Like fuck I care! Unless you do your shits, and you do them right, you can go fly kite for as far as I'm concerned!
Godamn fucking retards who smirked when I told them to do their fucking jobs. You just wait and see. I'd screw you so bad you won't be able to recognise your pathetic hole!
Damn! Cheebye tu-lan these damn male chauvinist pigs who has ego the size of an elephant! Does anybody know whether Sarawak has any shooting clubs where I can take shooting lessons?!? I so TOTALLY NEED THE SHOOTING LESSONS!!!!! Ugh!
Kam siah.
#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#
I'm constantly in a very foul mood today. I get annoyed very easily and I'm having so much problem trying to keep my temper in check. What the heck is wrong with me?
Probably it has to do with my superbly useless cols/subordinates who tried to act all pandai eventhough they cant do shit even if their fucking lives depended on it. Gave them instructions and they played smart, trying to avoid doing them. No need lar. Never mind lar. Bikin nanti oso can lar. No problem lar.
Godamit you mother fuckers!!! Just do whatever I instructed you to do, otherwise, you're so fucking not gonna get your damn OT signed by me!
Then you can go and bang that brain the size of a cockroach shit of yours to the walls from this moment on untill eternity.
And stop come whining to me that you still haven't got your 'allowances' approved, no OT claims lar, your claims haven't come out lar, you bolui lar, mintak I tolong lar....
#$%#$@$$#$$!!!!
Like fuck I care! Unless you do your shits, and you do them right, you can go fly kite for as far as I'm concerned!
Godamn fucking retards who smirked when I told them to do their fucking jobs. You just wait and see. I'd screw you so bad you won't be able to recognise your pathetic hole!
Damn! Cheebye tu-lan these damn male chauvinist pigs who has ego the size of an elephant! Does anybody know whether Sarawak has any shooting clubs where I can take shooting lessons?!? I so TOTALLY NEED THE SHOOTING LESSONS!!!!! Ugh!
Monday, April 2, 2007
Is he stupid or what?
Let's do a bit of introductions first before I proceed with my story. The company I'm working in is huge and they practise this hierarchy thingy ALL the time. To make things simple, I'll summarize and simplify them as below.
Ok. As you can see here, the hierarchy makes it VERY obvious the proper channel of communication. The big boss is of coz, the CEO, then followed by Senior Managers, then Managers and so on all the way down the hierarchy chart. I stopped at group F cuz if I am to go further down I won't have enough space..nor the patience to type them. LOL
I started off as an Engineer, which placed me in group E. Within 1 year I moved to group D cuz I was offered to become a Project Engineer. Initially, I was placed under one of the Senior Managers and thus I got direct instructions and assignments from him. I used to hear all sorts of horror stories about working under him but I paid no particular attention to them cuz I don't normally believe anything until I experienced it myself.
To my pleasant surprise, the Senior Manager (let's call him Owl) is a very good boss, full of responsibility, a great leader, willing to teach and always give advice whenever you need it. And he takes good care of his subordinates. Period. No hanky panky stuffs. No need to lick his shoes or polish them or anything. As long as you know your shit, then you'd be able to survive under his scrutiny. He is very strict, does have very high requirements, and an even higher targets but hey, I'm happy to comply. Life without challenges are boring ya know?
I can't say the same if the person working under him is a lazy bone, doesn't know his shits and has poor personality. He's bound to get loads of bomb from the Owl and eventually will end up getting fired. And the Owl loves to set limited time frame for the tasks he dumps. I once finished a report for him in less than 2 hours. Loads of details too. Sometimes, he wants it ASAP. Yeah. The Owl is that scarry okay. He has this murderous commanding aura around him. You can't help but respect him. A lot. *grins* If you dunno your own shit, GAME OVER.
So. That's what happened at the beginning. I was placed directly under Owl cuz he wanted to scrutinize me. My performance, my personality, my analytical skills, reactions. Everything. I was like his assistant, and always under constant exams *sigh* but, I passed all of them. Phew. He was happy to keep me in his team and I am proud to be able to make it into his team. It's one of the best. Heck, it's the best in the com. We're the freaking troubleshooters ya know? They call us Rescue 911. Or Ghostbusters. We save lives. Major. Get the point? Good.
Then, the nightmare begun. Straight after my probation under the Owl, I was then re-arranged to work directly under a Project Manager (let's call him Mousie). My first 6 months impression of the Owl was pretty impressive ya know and so, I thought that the same applies to Mousie. Wrong. I was so dumbfounded I couldn't believe hearing what I heard and seeing what I saw. Yeah, it's that bad.
If the Owl strikes me as a splendid wizard, who is also full of wisdom, it's the total opposite for Mousie. To summarize it all in one sentence : irresponsible (both in words, action and writing), dumb dumb dumb, Mr. Wise-ass and one damn bloody annoying dickhead who practices so much double standards I barely managed to stop myself from strangling him.
This is what happened today. I called him (he's been away from site for close to half a year and I'm doing most of his shits here) and informed him I need to send one of the car for servicing tomorrow. FYI, we rent most of our vehicles and the rental company requested that we send their vehicles on monthly basis for servicing as we're using it for site area and they are worried their vehicles may not keep up with the harsh usage. Hence the need for regular maintenance. And it's FOC. What's wrong with that? ANYbody with a brain should have understand this logic right?? Besides, I'm a lady. You don't want me to drive a problematic vehicle to site if you're my Project Manager would you? Come on. Be a gentlement already!!!
Anyway, the following conversation ensued (italics are my inner thoughts) :
Me : Mr. Mousie (of coz I didn't call him that lar...ai), I'm sending the car (plate number) for servicing tomorrow. Is that okay with you?
Mousie : Errr... *hesitates some more*...
Me : .....
*thinking* Got problem meh? Nothing's scheduled for tomorrow, rite? Nabeh ar! Wtf he wanna say??!??! Geezzz... like ah pek!
Mousie : Aaa...
Me : O.O Yes?
Mousie : Did anybody, I mean did the owner of the car request that you send it in for servicing?
Me : -_____-''' I won't send it for servicing if it doesn't need one. The handbrake is jammed, the car mati engine quite frequently nowadays and I want them to run a thorough check to ensure that the car is in good condition. Do you have a problem with that?
Mousie : Oh. *pauses* Like that ar. *hesitates*
Me : .......
Mousie : Errr... *hesitates*
Me : *grows impatient* Anyway, I'm sending the car for servicing tomorrow. Just wanna let you know. If you have any problems, or if any shits pop out tomorrow, you know my number. Just gimme a shout.
Mousie : .... Oh, ok.
I almost slammed the telephone. Crap! I was supposed to get permission from him ya know? It's supposed to be a less than 1 minute telephone conversation. I inform him the situation. HE makes decision. Yes. Or no. Give me reasons and I'd comply. Then end of story. But no. He has to drag it on and on. Just decide already geezzz!!! He dun dare to decide, he dun dare to say no or yes, he dun dare to do anything!!! Wah piang eh!!!
Otherwise, I would have called the Owl. But Owl is ALWAYS busy with one meeting after another and he's always travelling! I shouldn't, didn't want to bother him with petty matters such as this. Besides, I need to inform the HQ of all staff movements here including mine. I won't send it for servicing if it's peak hour here and I would have arranged for somebody else to send it if I can't step away.
I've always wondered, and I'm wondering still. How the fuck did he become a Manager??!!???? There are so many other qualified candidates in the company! Heck, even I can replace him!!! *fuming* He doesn't have any relationship with the CEO nor any of the Senior Managers. His level is not even up to Assistant Manager level! The only thing he's good at is Technical but even that has its limitations. Somebody puleeezzz humour me???? Ugh!
Ok. As you can see here, the hierarchy makes it VERY obvious the proper channel of communication. The big boss is of coz, the CEO, then followed by Senior Managers, then Managers and so on all the way down the hierarchy chart. I stopped at group F cuz if I am to go further down I won't have enough space..nor the patience to type them. LOLI started off as an Engineer, which placed me in group E. Within 1 year I moved to group D cuz I was offered to become a Project Engineer. Initially, I was placed under one of the Senior Managers and thus I got direct instructions and assignments from him. I used to hear all sorts of horror stories about working under him but I paid no particular attention to them cuz I don't normally believe anything until I experienced it myself.
To my pleasant surprise, the Senior Manager (let's call him Owl) is a very good boss, full of responsibility, a great leader, willing to teach and always give advice whenever you need it. And he takes good care of his subordinates. Period. No hanky panky stuffs. No need to lick his shoes or polish them or anything. As long as you know your shit, then you'd be able to survive under his scrutiny. He is very strict, does have very high requirements, and an even higher targets but hey, I'm happy to comply. Life without challenges are boring ya know?
I can't say the same if the person working under him is a lazy bone, doesn't know his shits and has poor personality. He's bound to get loads of bomb from the Owl and eventually will end up getting fired. And the Owl loves to set limited time frame for the tasks he dumps. I once finished a report for him in less than 2 hours. Loads of details too. Sometimes, he wants it ASAP. Yeah. The Owl is that scarry okay. He has this murderous commanding aura around him. You can't help but respect him. A lot. *grins* If you dunno your own shit, GAME OVER.
So. That's what happened at the beginning. I was placed directly under Owl cuz he wanted to scrutinize me. My performance, my personality, my analytical skills, reactions. Everything. I was like his assistant, and always under constant exams *sigh* but, I passed all of them. Phew. He was happy to keep me in his team and I am proud to be able to make it into his team. It's one of the best. Heck, it's the best in the com. We're the freaking troubleshooters ya know? They call us Rescue 911. Or Ghostbusters. We save lives. Major. Get the point? Good.
Then, the nightmare begun. Straight after my probation under the Owl, I was then re-arranged to work directly under a Project Manager (let's call him Mousie). My first 6 months impression of the Owl was pretty impressive ya know and so, I thought that the same applies to Mousie. Wrong. I was so dumbfounded I couldn't believe hearing what I heard and seeing what I saw. Yeah, it's that bad.
If the Owl strikes me as a splendid wizard, who is also full of wisdom, it's the total opposite for Mousie. To summarize it all in one sentence : irresponsible (both in words, action and writing), dumb dumb dumb, Mr. Wise-ass and one damn bloody annoying dickhead who practices so much double standards I barely managed to stop myself from strangling him.
This is what happened today. I called him (he's been away from site for close to half a year and I'm doing most of his shits here) and informed him I need to send one of the car for servicing tomorrow. FYI, we rent most of our vehicles and the rental company requested that we send their vehicles on monthly basis for servicing as we're using it for site area and they are worried their vehicles may not keep up with the harsh usage. Hence the need for regular maintenance. And it's FOC. What's wrong with that? ANYbody with a brain should have understand this logic right?? Besides, I'm a lady. You don't want me to drive a problematic vehicle to site if you're my Project Manager would you? Come on. Be a gentlement already!!!
Anyway, the following conversation ensued (italics are my inner thoughts) :
Me : Mr. Mousie (of coz I didn't call him that lar...ai), I'm sending the car (plate number) for servicing tomorrow. Is that okay with you?
Mousie : Errr... *hesitates some more*...
Me : .....
*thinking* Got problem meh? Nothing's scheduled for tomorrow, rite? Nabeh ar! Wtf he wanna say??!??! Geezzz... like ah pek!
Mousie : Aaa...
Me : O.O Yes?
Mousie : Did anybody, I mean did the owner of the car request that you send it in for servicing?
Me : -_____-''' I won't send it for servicing if it doesn't need one. The handbrake is jammed, the car mati engine quite frequently nowadays and I want them to run a thorough check to ensure that the car is in good condition. Do you have a problem with that?
Mousie : Oh. *pauses* Like that ar. *hesitates*
Me : .......
Mousie : Errr... *hesitates*
Me : *grows impatient* Anyway, I'm sending the car for servicing tomorrow. Just wanna let you know. If you have any problems, or if any shits pop out tomorrow, you know my number. Just gimme a shout.
Mousie : .... Oh, ok.
I almost slammed the telephone. Crap! I was supposed to get permission from him ya know? It's supposed to be a less than 1 minute telephone conversation. I inform him the situation. HE makes decision. Yes. Or no. Give me reasons and I'd comply. Then end of story. But no. He has to drag it on and on. Just decide already geezzz!!! He dun dare to decide, he dun dare to say no or yes, he dun dare to do anything!!! Wah piang eh!!!
Otherwise, I would have called the Owl. But Owl is ALWAYS busy with one meeting after another and he's always travelling! I shouldn't, didn't want to bother him with petty matters such as this. Besides, I need to inform the HQ of all staff movements here including mine. I won't send it for servicing if it's peak hour here and I would have arranged for somebody else to send it if I can't step away.
I've always wondered, and I'm wondering still. How the fuck did he become a Manager??!!???? There are so many other qualified candidates in the company! Heck, even I can replace him!!! *fuming* He doesn't have any relationship with the CEO nor any of the Senior Managers. His level is not even up to Assistant Manager level! The only thing he's good at is Technical but even that has its limitations. Somebody puleeezzz humour me???? Ugh!
Exercise or not to?
I left the office just now at 5 PM with EVERY intention to start exercising. However, my 'intention' commited suicide right about the time I reached home. *paiseh* Whatever restrains I had melted into a pool and right now, I'm still sitting at my desk in my room at home, reading blogs, blogging, typing oh so happily away...
I'm sooo guilty of abandoning my 'jien fei' plan. Although I still have about 1 month's time, still... I'm guilty as charged. Eeeekkk!!! End date is on 6 May 2007. I still have time, but can I really make it?
I'm not young anymore. If previously it took me 3 days just to shed 5 kgs, now it'll probably takes me 5 months just to shed 3 kgs!!! Help!!!
I really eat too much. Each time I'm back at home sweet home in Kuching, I stuff myself silly with mum's home cooked meals, with lotsa other fatty food such as ice cream, lasagna, pop corn, Japanese food, fast food, slow food, whatever!. The ice cream and lasagna alone are more than enough to fatten me ok. They are totally loaded with fat fat fat!!! Gosh, I feel like a Garfield!!! As fat as him! NO!!!!!!
Planned to jump jump jump in my room but my friend warn me about my right foot. *BIG SIGH* Damn!
*sniff* *sniff*
Hey! They are spraying those damn mosquito smoke around the neighbourhood (the stuffs they spray whenever somebody in the neighbourhood was infected with dengue fever... now what the heck do you call them? I can't remember even if my life depended on it, sheesh!). Damn! It's smelly! Yuck!! Yuck!
*prays to God and thank God that I didn't proceed with my plan to walk round the neighbourhood just now*
I'm saved!!! I made the right decision to LET my 'intention' commit suicide. Haha!
I'm sooo guilty of abandoning my 'jien fei' plan. Although I still have about 1 month's time, still... I'm guilty as charged. Eeeekkk!!! End date is on 6 May 2007. I still have time, but can I really make it?
I'm not young anymore. If previously it took me 3 days just to shed 5 kgs, now it'll probably takes me 5 months just to shed 3 kgs!!! Help!!!
I really eat too much. Each time I'm back at home sweet home in Kuching, I stuff myself silly with mum's home cooked meals, with lotsa other fatty food such as ice cream, lasagna, pop corn, Japanese food, fast food, slow food, whatever!. The ice cream and lasagna alone are more than enough to fatten me ok. They are totally loaded with fat fat fat!!! Gosh, I feel like a Garfield!!! As fat as him! NO!!!!!!
Planned to jump jump jump in my room but my friend warn me about my right foot. *BIG SIGH* Damn!
*sniff* *sniff*
Hey! They are spraying those damn mosquito smoke around the neighbourhood (the stuffs they spray whenever somebody in the neighbourhood was infected with dengue fever... now what the heck do you call them? I can't remember even if my life depended on it, sheesh!). Damn! It's smelly! Yuck!! Yuck!
*prays to God and thank God that I didn't proceed with my plan to walk round the neighbourhood just now*
I'm saved!!! I made the right decision to LET my 'intention' commit suicide. Haha!
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