Blessed

I think i've done more than my fair share of whining and complaining, thinking how unfair life is, wallowing in self pity and forever feeling sorry for myself.

But there were moments when i actually realised that i'm blessed. I don't know what i did to deserve all the nice things, but i am truly grateful, thankful for i'm blessed.

The balloon said "semoga sihat sejahtera (amin), dilindungi di dunia & akhirat (amin) dan cepat kawen (woohoo! amin) - amin -".

Thank you to Mak & Bapak, Brat, Aunt Techkie & family and the rest.

p/s: I've finally crossed over to the darkside. And i'm giddy.

Reality show

I was in a colleague’s car on the way back home. At the other side of the street, there was a couple on the sidewalk of the Muzium Telekom. The guy had his one hand firmly around the girl’s throat choking her, taking several steps back and shoved her to the ground.

What the heck was that?!

While the girl was on the ground, there were 2 ladies passed by and did nothing. To me, that was understandable as I think, the ladies didn’t see everything from the beginning plus, even if they did, the guy is big enough to whack the ladies to pulp. What got me all annoyed was a policeman who is guarding the Telekom parking entrance was just standing there watching the drama! Without doing anything! You are a policeman for goodness’ sake! This is the time to be trigger-happy! Just unclip just weapon, aim and shoot the shit! Take out your pepper mace and spray it! Then, use you club and bludgeon him to death! I know, redundancy of exclamation marks, can’t help it.

What the heck was that, you spineless pathetic lame policeman?!

I noticed that the girl was holding an umbrella. God knows I really want her to use the pointy part of the umbrella and hit the guy in the nuts. Really hard! So that he can’t use it ever again for the rest of his life. And while he’s writhing in pain, the girl should continue to beat him with the umbrella senselessly and runs away!

In traumatizing reality, the guy bent down, talking something. Pull the girl up. Both talking with sad/scared expression on the girl’s face and macho/shitty on the guy’s and they walked away holding hands!

WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!! Holding freaking hands?! All forgiven and forgotten? Come on!

He hurts and humiliates her in public, I just hope that she dumps and left the guy. But not before she whacks or chokes or kicks him good. Seriously girl, what were you thinking? Ok, maybe you were thinking that “hey, I’m in love, in a relationship and I got someone to walk holding hands with, unlike you and you don’t understand all these”. Sure, there is very teeny weeny understandable point in that but please lah, in exchange of letting other people treat you like crap? especially physically. You’ve got to be kidding!

Gosh, I though all these traumatizing stuff only happens in movies. It brought out allthe exclamation marks and the violence in me. I need to go and fix an appointment with my shrink.

Mommies' talk

After the exam, I met up with my senior. No, I’m so not gonna talk about the exam, it’s too soon, I’m still raw. I need to go through several more sessions with my shrink to be able to talk about it. 

Anyway, my senior (Sr.) met up with her senior (Double Sr.) and Double Sr. was nice enough to gift me a lift to the LRT station despite not knowing me. Well, she sending Sr., so, why not? I sat at the back like a big boss would. Double Sr. apologized for her messy mom-with-small-kids car; “macam ni lah kereta orang ada anak kecik” was her exact words. She should’ve seen Mak’s car! And Mak’s kids are all grown up! Mak has some serious apologizing to do, I tell you. 

So, the big boss was at the back all by herself, Sr. and Double Sr. chatted at the front. “My daughter is ok, but my son is a bit slow” “Well, boys are like that” “But I noticed he has good memory” “I even have to hold her hands so that she’d do her homework” “He passed his level two of reading” “how do I get to make my daughter do that?”. I think under normal circumstances, I, the unattached, unmarried and unkid, would’ve rolled my eyes.  

But I guess, I’ve grown & matured. 

I was sitting at the back, stifling my giggles like little daughters would coz mommies are talking grown-up.

Mission: Aborted

I need to move up a phase of my stalking mission; Phase 0 to phase 1. Ok, that’s not moving up, that’s “starting up”! My plan is to talk to Jo, the stalkee’s colleague; to press her for some info and stuff. After several days, I’ve finally met her at the Lava (not some fancy coffee joint, just a chic word for “LAVAtory”) yesterday. After much consideration, reciting prayers & calming my erratic heartbeats…

Me: Jo, do you remember last week we were in the lift going down for lunch. You were with some lady friends and 3 guys; one is bald, one is chinese and another wearing specs? (Specs is stalkee)

Jo: *Looking confused and trying to remember* Hmmm…The bald one is Pravin, the chinese.….the other one....?

Me: I think the one wearing specs is new lah, only saw him since a month ago. He just looks very familiar lah (such an excellent cover-up and lie!)

Jo: He’s a malay?

Me: I dunno, looks like it.

Jo: Hmm. Oh! That’s Nazri. Very handsome kan? *she laughed nervously like she’s not supposed to find other guy is good looking coz she’s happily married*

Me: Cute! *Joining her laugh to make it like jokey moment with her but God knows I do find him cute! But definitely not handsome*

With the jokey moment continues, perfect moment to ask something; gotta try my luck!

Me: He’s married ah?

Jo: Beluuum…tapi baru je engaged.

Me: Aahh. (read: Darn it!)

There you go. Execution of phase 1 led to the end of the whole mission.


Ok. Moving. On.


p/s: Went to book sale preview and my best buy is hardcover Postsecret book for RM10/-!
p/p/s: Will be having an exam for the umpteenth time on Tuesday. Wish me luck!

Book contest

I’ve been entering this weekly book contest ever since it started. And I never win anything

So. Ok.

Out of fun, when I comes to the 10th contest, I entered using Brat’s name. What happened? Of course, Brat was one of the winners! Now, she can’t stop bragging on her lucky name. Technically, yes, I won the contest (prize is a book). But still! One time try using Brat’s name and she won? The destiny didn’t conspire with me.

Subsequently, I entered using my name and no such luck. For the next few, I didn’t bother coz I don’t like the prize. Recently, I tried my luck again. And I won! Woo hoo! But wait, what did I get? I won myself an invitation to a cheap books sale preview. What? Lemme see. Brat won a book for free (though technically its mine), I won an invitation that requires me to fork out my money to get a book?! Where’s the justice here? Tell me.

Won a contest. Yay!
Pay to get book. Not so yay. In fact, not yay at all.

Destiny didn’t conspire with me.



p/s: I’m preparing to do some serious damage to my purse and my ears; not sure Mak will like me buying more books.



p/p/s: Woohoo, I just found a stash of cash that I never knew I had in one of my big magical bag’s pockets!

Gloomy

My manager asked me to go to CCM today with *a colleague whom I have a problem of getting along with.

I feel like cryyyiiinnngggg. And the day just got gloomier.


*maybe one of these days, the story will be told.

Office Stalkee

How good is it to have a stalkee who works in the office opposite your office?

Very.good.indeed! Marvelous!

But how hard is it to stalk someone who works in the office opposite your office?

Apparently, very.hard.indeed.

Whenever I walk out of the office, he just came back from somewhere heading in. I can smile, but if other people caught me smiling to his back, that’s a bit dodgy.

p/s: maybe i can bribe the tea lady who always do some washing up in our shared washroom to put on good words for me? Heck, maybe i should just pass her a piece of paper with my number on it.

p/p/s: i.don't.think.so.lah.